It's night. You'r

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

It's night. You'r

It's night. You're sitting in your bed, staring out the window, searching for something lost. But you can't remember what it is, or was. All you know is that it's out's important...and it was once yours.

Perhaps you never used it, perhaps you did--once, maybe twice. Or more. But for some strange reason, you can't remember if you did or didn't. Or what effect it had on you. Or...where it is now.

As you awoke from a particularly bland and boring dream, the memory that you were missing this...thing slid into your head. As you sat in a haze between asleep and awake, you stared outside, scouring the landscape that, for one fleeting moment, was no longer the familiar world you saw every day.

So here you are, staring outside, searching.

And then you finish waking up.

And here you are, trying to remember what you were just doing.

Hm, you think, smacking your dry lips. The covers rustle as you reach for your water glass, which sits by your lamp on your nightstand like it does every night. That's really wierd...I can't remember my dream. It seemed important--almost real. Your hand meets cold glass and you close your fingers around it. You bring it to your lips for a satisfying sip, but you realize that it's empty.

"Darn," you whisper. You'll have to get out of bed to fill it up--but it's really cold, and you don't have socks on.

Eh, it's no big deal. You'll fill it up.

Throwing the covers to the side, you haul yourself out of bed. With every footstep towards the kitchen all memory of strange dreams and searches leaves you, and by the time you return to your comfy nest of blankets with your full cup of water, the night seems almost normal. That is, until you glance outside the window.

Something moves across the front of the moon, which is full and shines right through the middle of your window, lighting up your comforter. What could it have been? It seemed familiar...And perhaps it's the fact that you're still half asleep, half awake that you can sense it, but a powerful force beats from it. Calling you. Presenting opportunities that you absolutely cannot miss.

Without any hesitation you get back out of bed, but before you can even leave your bedroom you notice a puddle of water near your nightstand.

So that's where all my water went, you realize. I must've knocked it over. Upon closer inspection you realize that there's writing on the carpet, glowing faintly yellow from under the patch of wetness.

The writing is so interesting you don't even realize how strange it is that the puddle isn't soaking into the carpet, or wonder how the words got there. In fact, the words don't even seem scary to you, despite their suspicious nature.

Hello, person! You are one of the lucky few CBers to be chosen to go on a nice, relaxing, beautiful vacation over Lake Lelillo! (Lay-LIH-loh) If you do indeed come, and we absolutely hope you do decide to, you will be given a free getaway from work, school, and empty water glasses! Here at Lake Lelillo, you will have all-day access to the lake itself, the fun attractions, the ice cream stands, the hot dog stands, the hamburger stands, the steak stands, the spagghetti stands, and any other stand marked with a silver star. (Which is all of them, so please don't forget!) Your rooms will be huge and most of them will even overlook the lake! They will of course be inside our one and only Luxury Lake House, which you will live in until your stay comes to a close. Remember this is all completely free, free free! Please pack your things, bring an AE and/or CAPTCHA if you'd like, and wait with them by the nearest stream at sunrise tomorrow morning. As we always say: All inlets lead to Lelillo!

~Your Soon-to-be Chaperones, 

Cassy and Lily of Lake Lelillo 

How you read all that small print was beyond you. Will you go? It certainly seems relaxing enough. The choice is yours to make.


I'll tell you all when the spots are closed, so join while you still can!

Please note that this is my second ski lodge, and it's kind of linked to my first. In a sense, it's the next part. I don't know if I should call it a part two, or what, but some things might reference the first ski lodge. Don't worry--I'm not going to make things super confusing. I'll explain things as I go--and I really need new CBers to join in. But I also need some CBers from my previous ski lodge to come. ('Course, they don't have to join if they don't want to; I'll understand.)

Here's another clue (if you didn't catch the others...) for the CBers who were in my first ski lodge, or read it, and wanted to be in this one:

What do you get when you cross a scorpion and a sloth?

Hehe, my alias isn't going to last the day. :D

submitted by Your Chaperones, Cassy and Lily
(January 1, 2017 - 11:51 am)



I think I have a hunch on who the murderer is. I'm not going to say who, because you gave me a huge hint when we were talking about it irl. SOOOO..... SHUT UP ME. DON'T TELL EVERYONE. 





Nico says havz.


NICO HAVZ A KNIFE. AAAAAAH! Just kidding it's a stick.


*That's very sharp.*



submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(January 12, 2017 - 8:36 pm)
submitted by Top!
(January 14, 2017 - 10:42 am)

Ooh... I love what you are doing Cassy and Lily! Your writing is fantastic! 

Puck: Just a small sidenote; I didn't see my name on the rooming list. I'm sure it was just a small mistake, but I just wanted to make sure... 

submitted by Joan B. of Arc, age 14, Camelot
(January 14, 2017 - 3:43 pm)

Awesome! Actually, the house I live in is 100+ years old. It's Victorian-style, although it has some more modern add-ons.

submitted by Leafpool
(January 15, 2017 - 2:20 pm)

That's cool!

@Joan--I'm so sorry! Puck'll be in the Hidden Trove/(Can't remember the other name XP)

Day One--Part Five

September, Elvina, and Ember entered one of the tubes.

"These are weird," Ember noted.

"I think they're cool," Elvina said.

The tubes themselves were clear and made of thick plastic, so that the CBers could see the sand above them. As the three traveled deeper, it grew too dark for the light to shine through the sand, and glowsticks had been buried to shed colorful light on anyone who passed under them.

"Wow," September said. "These people know how to make an epic beach."

The CBers came to a fork in the tunnels. One had blue light shining into it, and one had more glowsticks lighting the way. They chose the blueish tunnel.

It curved slightly, the blue light increased, and the three CBers found themselves under the lake.

The tube was still half-buried in sand, but the top of it was permitted an underside view of Lake Lelillo.

There were huge catfish swimming above them, and little turtles hiding between the tube and the sand.

"Awww," September cooed. There was a baby turtle knocking against the plastic.

A bass swam over and gulped it down.

"Um. Nevermind."

"That's life in the lake for you," Elvina said.

"Poor turtle, though," sympathized Ember.

The CBers walked on, passing through more water and eventually emerging by the volleyball court.


Up above, Ice Wolf, Dragonrider, and Autumn Leaves sampled the food from the food stands.

"So, every single one that's marked with a golden star," remembered Ice Wolf.

Autumn Leaves laughed. "I think I forgot which ones I can use."

Each food stand had an umbrella in the shape of a golden star. The sides were covered in star stickers, and even the paper plates had stars on them. The staff members running them wore shirts with stars on the backs.

"I don't think they were clear enough with the labels," Dragonrider said sarcastically, picking off a golden star that had attached itself to her shirt.

They slowly made their way from the cake food stands to the spagghetti food stands to the ramen noodle food stands to the squash casserole food stands.

"Who needs lunch after all that?" Dragonrider giggled.

"Not I," Ice Wolf sighed.


The Alter Egoes were having quite a time. They had found a fake shipwreck on the opposite shore of the CBers.

"Save me," wailed Wordsy. Spyro waved a stick at her, forcing Wordsy closer to the tip of the plank.

"I'LL SAVE YOU," boomed Turgon from the top of an oak tree that grew over the ship. "AAAAAHHHHH!"

He leapt from the top branch and dove for Wordsy. Completely missing the plank, Wordsy, and anything near anyone, he crashed into the water with an enormous splash.

Wordsy sighed dramatically and fell from the plank, her hand on her forhead.

One splash later, Wordsy's head popped out of the lake. "Hey, where's Saphira?" she asked.

"I dunno," Gem replied, flicking acorns at Cortana, who shot her a venomous glare and picked up a large rock, which she used accordingly.


"Where's Ariel?" asked Jayfeather.

"Hm, I dunno," Briar replied. "Mighty suspiscious that those two disappeared at the same time."

But the AEs, being AEs, shrugged it off and continued their madness.


The CBers had fun for the remainder of the hour, at the end of which they headed back to the lake house for lunch.

Inside, the AEs and the CBers met up. Ariel and Saphira had returned. Puck led everyone to the dining room with the gold star, which she assumed meant they were to eat there. Her assumption was correct.

The CBers seated themselves at the large table underneath an even larger chandelier. Like in most of the house, the floor was carpeted.

"Carpet must be a thing with old houses," Ice Wolf observed.

Lily popped her head through the kitchen door. "Can two or three of you come help bring out the food?" she asked with a smile. The three CBers closest to the kitchen rose and left the room.

A few moments later, each CBer was served a plate of smoked salmon and salad. From the fish wafted an irresistable odor, and the CBers tucked in heartily.

Saphire suddenly started to cough. She was halfway through her fish already.

"Um, are you okay?" BookBuggy asked her AE.

"Ah--hemmy-hem-hem," she hacked. "I think I ate my fish too fast."

But that was not the problem. She drank some water and felt a little better, but a few moments later her throat was siezed with a mighty tingling. "Itch-in-throat--" she gasped, clawing at her neck.

September perfomed the heimlich maneuver, but that only made it worse. "It burns!" she shrieked, collapsing from her chair, her chest heaving for air that offered her little relief.

"What do we do?!" shrieked the CBers. Lily and Cassy came rushing in.

"What's--" but then they saw the AE writhing on the floor.

Cassy screamed. "I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS A BAD COOK!" she wailed.

"You're not a bad cook!" Spyro consoled her, patting her back. "See? None of us are dying. Only Saphire."

At those words, the CBers fell into an even greater panic. But none of them had any clue what to do, and by then, it was too late. Saphire's lungs refused to draw air.

"Is she allergic to fish?" Lily shouted.

"Of course not!" BookBuggy yelled, turning frantically back to her AE. "Saphire! Breathe!"

Believe me, was her last thought. I'm trying.

The AE fell unconscious. She never woke up.

"She's...gone," Dragonrider gasped.

Lunch was over. There was no doubt about that. Lily and Cassy had hesitated when the CBers insisted on a proper funeral, first consulting the policy on burying Alter Egoes on the property.

She let them bury Saphire in the side yard. 

submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(January 15, 2017 - 6:44 pm)

R. I. P. Saphire. You shall be missed forever. 

iiii won't miss herr! iiii diid nott even know herr!

Tina, be quiet!

iiii hope iiii don't diee next. 

>mutters< I'm kinda hoping you will.


Whoops! Sorry. You must have heard me wrong. 

what ddoo youu mean..?

Bye, all!

nooo! uhat!

I'm a hat..?


submitted by Brooklyn Newsie
(January 15, 2017 - 9:15 pm)

Ahh! So good!! And where you said: "Poor turtle, though," said Ember  I would so say that! Lol. Anyway, keep writing, you're amazing at it!! 


PS. Poor Saphire. RIP, RIP. Until you become a zombie and come back to eat us... Jk.  

submitted by Ember
(January 15, 2017 - 10:41 pm)

Nooooooo, RIP Sapphire.....

what do you mean?

What are you saying, she's your sister and she was murdered!

what???? Sapphire? My only sister? Noooooooo *breaks down into sobs* 

ummmmm Gem, this is only in the ski lodge....

Oh.....*awkward silence* 

submitted by BookBug
(January 16, 2017 - 2:20 am)




submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(January 16, 2017 - 10:35 am)



submitted by Pepper Star
(January 16, 2017 - 9:23 am)

Sorry!!!!!!!! I never did post my packing I was on a one-week break, and didn't see how it was holding you back. Once again, so sorry! Great ski lodge so far. Here's my packing list:



Headphones with noise reduction

Shortbread cookies

Life vest (hey, gotta be careful)




One evening gown

Book light


43 pencils





Gummy bears, giant purple wireless headphones, spy goggles, a knife, and a mechanical chicken

submitted by Owlgirl, age 13
(January 16, 2017 - 10:07 am)

Hello hello hello! I sprained my ankle today! (But that's not why I made this comment! XD)

Anybody can guess me now, and the first to guess right gets a free escape from death when they pop into my head to be the next...victim...(No guarantee you won't die the next time--only one freebie!)

submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(January 16, 2017 - 8:37 pm)

Aw! I hope your ankle feels better!! Are you Bluebird?

submitted by Ember
(January 16, 2017 - 9:23 pm)

I know who you are irl. soooo CAN I NOT DIE OR IS THAT CHEATING??????????



Anywayyyy I seriously hope your ankle gets better! Breaking any bone is NOT fun, especially ones you have to walk on. Will giving it a hug help? No no that's not a good idea. 

submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(January 16, 2017 - 10:32 pm)

I was in the first solo, so I know. May I say, or no?

submitted by Booksy Owly
(January 17, 2017 - 12:43 am)