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)

What???? *sob.....choke* leaf pool??? Nooooooooooo!

submitted by BookBug
(January 20, 2017 - 12:22 am)

Okay, everyone, LISTEN UP!

*gets onto something high up*

We have to guess who would have done this. From the audio in the room, this person KNOWS Leafpool. And they either stole Brooklyn's wand attachment or ARE Brooklyn. We'll get answers soon...just pair up and KEEP AWAY from secluded locations.

Now, who would want Leafy dead...? 

submitted by Icy
(January 20, 2017 - 10:19 am)

Wait a second!!!

Why would the murderer hide the body? They had no motive, UNLESSSSS the murderer was Rosalyn (she was the one with the chap stick, right?) who was trying to cover her tracks. It would be so obvious, so easy if a CBer came in, realised Rosalyn was the last one there, so she covered her tracks! It would make sense that Leafy knew the murderer!

But audio from the room said  that it wasn't Rosalyn...


*really crazed right now* 

submitted by Possible Murderer!?, Icy
(January 20, 2017 - 9:52 pm)

Oh no! I'm so sorry, you guys, for bringing my weapon. I had no idea it would be used to kill! 

R. I. P. Leafpool. I'm so sorry. 

submitted by Brooklyn Newsie
(January 20, 2017 - 10:05 am)

Mmmm hmmm.

Or, *points dramatically* WERE YOU THE MURDERER?

The murderer is a--

CBer who knows Leafy.

CBer, not AE or CAPTCHA.

Possibly someone in the same room as Leafy, because Cass and Lil didn't tour us with the other rooms, so it makes sense to be someone in that room. Leafpool also showed no signs of suprise that  the murderer was in that  room,  making more sense that the CBer belonged to said room.

Had to be an expert wizard or witch and Harry Potter fan like myself, to know the Killing Curse.

So far, that matches...BROOKLYN NEWSIE!  

submitted by Icy
(January 20, 2017 - 10:05 pm)

Whoa, hold up Icy! 

Remember; everyone is a supsect here now. There's no need to rush in so hastly.

So far, we know that the supposed murderer used Brooklyn's "weapon." (R.I.P. Leafpool. *Sniff*)

HOWEVER; that supposed murderer could have done the same thing with any of the weapons that CBers brought, such as my sword and daggers. *Shrugs* Even I am considered a suspect. 

And, have you ever considered that (most likely) every CBer here, has either READ the Harry Potter series, and remembered the death curse well, OR they heard it from someone who is a very AVID reader, and fangirls over Harry Potter.


submitted by Joan B. of Arc, age 14, Camelot
(January 21, 2017 - 7:05 pm)

Icy, you should know me better. And do you really think Micearenice would make it that obvious? I'm a Red Herring Without Mustard (Flavia de Luce, anyone?), meaning that the murderer probably stole my lightsaber/slingshot/wand (whoever it is, I'll soak 'em) and used it to kill, to throw us off. Why don't we think rationally. I'm a Newsie, for heaven's sake. I injure, soak, regularly greet my friends with a slap in the face, but I wouldn't kill. (And if I did kill, it'd be with the lightsaber. Way cooler.)

submitted by Brooklyn Newsie
(January 21, 2017 - 8:09 pm)



submitted by Icy @Brooklyn
(January 22, 2017 - 7:05 pm)

Aow, lots of theories! I don't think Micearenice would make it that simple though. I bet there will be more stealing of stuff.

Remember, it can only be a CBer. 

submitted by Owlgirl
(June 22, 2017 - 3:32 pm)

Okay I have something sorta sad to say... I can't wait for my death... 

Jayfeather:That is weird

Cinderheart: yinm 

submitted by Cinderpelt, age Who knows, Med. Cat den
(January 22, 2017 - 1:34 pm)
Ahh, so thrilling! WHAT will happen next! I've finally got the plot filled in! Like the coloring book of doom...>:) 
  Day Two--Part One:
6:00 AM was the time. The sun had still yet to rise, but everyone was already wide awake.
"She had no marks," repeated Rosalyn for the umpteenth time. "No gashes, no black eyes, no broken bones."
"It's still obvious what happened," Pepper Star said. "She was murdered!"
Brooklyn Newsie was silent. She knew what everyone was thinking.
"All we found was the lightsaber-slingshot-sword on the floor," Echosong remembered.
All heads turned to Brooklyn Newsie.
"For the last time, it wasn't me!" she yelled. "I was playing Pictionary with everybody else! Remember?"
"And then you left to go to the bathroom," Cortana spat.
"Yeah, but I came back..."
"Have we decided Leafpool's actually been murdered?" Gem asked.
"Unless Newsie goes around practicing her spells on the rug, then yes," Elvina replied.
"But it could've been an accident," Owlgirl suggested. "The wand could've just accidentally been there. Leafpool could've had a heart attack..."
"Stol," murmured LilyCat.
Pepper Star stared at her CAPTCHA. "Yes, you're right. Someone could've stolen Brooklyn Newsie's weapon and used it. The question is, who?"
"Could've been an accident," Owlgirl repeated offhandedly.
"I don't know," Icy admitted. Well, how would anyone know? She continued, saying, "but maybe Lily and Cassy do."
"News flash--our chaperones aren't the sharpest lights in the room," Spyro said without batting an eyelash. "And I'm pretty sure they aren't psychic, either."
"Yeah, but maybe there were security cameras?" asked Icy pointedly.
"Oh. Yeah. Good thought."
Icy grabbed her walkie talkie. "Hey, Lily, we need you and Cassy! It's an emergency!"
"We're coming!" chirped the chaperone's voice. A few short minutes later, Lily and Cassy knocked on the door to the common room.
"Come in!" September called.
Lily and Cassy rushed in. "What happened?"
"We had a secret funeral last--"
Joan interrupted Jayfeather. "Somebody killed Leafpool last night."
"Or not!" Owlgirl said. "She could've died of natural causes!"
Lily and Cassy were speechless for a moment.
"I--er--uh--what?!" Cassy stammered.
The CBers' faces were grim. "We were wondering if you had security cameras in here so we could check them."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Lily looked nervous, as any chaperone would if one of her charges was murdered. "No. We didn't install security cameras."
Grace raised her eyebrows.
"Okay, then," Kate the Great said soothingly. "Icy, you've been writing everything down. Do you have any clues in your notebooks?"
Icy tilted her head. "I dunno. I can check." And she buried her features inside her notes.
"So..." Lily began awkwardly, shifting her weight. "Does this happen you you guys often?"
"Does what happen often?" Booksy asked.
"Murders? You guys almost seem to know what you're doing..."
Booksy looked surprised. "We do? Well, yeah; I mean, sort's happened before, but..."
"Yes," Hotairballoon answered Lily. "Quite often."
"Oh, ok, then."
Icy clapped her book closed. "Nope! No suspicious clues or activities concerning any living being! Except, did you notice the strangely enormous accumulation of dust bunnies underneath the couches? I counted 112.375 of them yesterday. And also, the fact that our window has been painted shut? With exterior paint? And the tiny little letters at the bottom of our doors?"
"You're so detail-oriented," said Saphira. 
"Why, thank you. But seriously--"
"Well, Chatterboxers, it's really really early," yawned Cassy, "and we haven't made your breakfast yet, so why don't you go down to the game room while you all wait for it?"
"But--" Rosalyn started.
"Game!" Legolas said happily.
"--but what about--"
"Sure, okay," BookBuggy agreed. "Puck?"
Puck instinctively pulled out her wrinkled map. "Oh, so that's what this is," she muttered to herself. "I thought it was just a coffee stain..."
"--this whole mystery!"
"Don't worry, Rosalyn; we'll figure things out as we go!" comforted Kate the Great. "We'll just be careful to not be caught on our own." She made it sound so simple.
Broad and dimly lit, the game room sat in the basement of the house, nestled between a bowling alley and a gym. The walls were a deep brown-orange, and the carpet was old and brown. There was a loft that housed the table games, such as foosball and air hockey, and down on the main floor were a few arcade games, tables with chess and checker boards, multiple giant TVs, PlayStations, Wii Us, X-Boxes, and other gaming consoles. To use in conjunction with the gaming consoles were shelves and shelves of video games. There were also shelves of board games and many soft carpets with hard wooden blocks in the middle, for laying down and playing board games all at the same time.
There were also puzzles and puzzle books, and a big giant promethean board for doing lazer art. It was enough to keep anyone entertained for hours and hours.
The CBers, AEs, and CAPTCHAs set about trying everything, even though their minds weren't completely into it. The mystery of Leafpool and Saphire was swirling inside their brains.
Moonfrost was playing MarioKart 8 with Jayfeather and Cinderheart. Little Cinderheart's paws were surprisingly adept at manipulating her controller. She was, in fact, in the lead, when a red shell came out of nowhere and blasted her off the road. Jayfeather pulled ahead with a laugh. His smile fell, however, when a blue shell bombed him, and Moonfrost raced across the finish line.
"Good game!" she laughed, high-fiving Cinderheart.
"Agin!" Cinderheart squeaked, and the next race began.
It was thirty minutes before the CBers heard from their chaperones again. Their communications devices buzzed, and they all recieved the same message:
"Brrrrrrrrrreakfast is ready!"
The dining room for breakfast was different than the dining room from the CBers' prevoius meal. Puck had to take three different routes to find the correct room.
This particular eating area had vaulted ceilings and three chandeliers, with giant carved chairs that looked like tree stumps. It too had red carpet, and the elongated table seemed to grow from it.
Of course, the instant the food was served--pancakes and syrup--Saphira had to go and spill the whole bottle all over everything.
"Oh, Saphira," groaned Autumn Leaves. "How do you manage to do that everywhere we go?"
Cassy skipped over with some wet paper towels. "No worries!" she said cheerfully. "I do that all the time."
Autumn Leaves glanced around and noticed two more brown, sticky spots by the kitchen door. "Don't you have, like, a carpet cleaner? Or a spot remover?"
Lily poked her head out of the kitchen. "We lent it to our cousin and she never gave it back."
"...Oh, ok."
As the CBers chipped away at the pancakes, they discussed their plans for the day. Cassy and Lily joined them at the table to give them some ideas.
"We could take you on a tour," Lily suggested.
"Or teach you some history," Cassy said.
"We'll have to politely decline that offer," Spyro hissed.
"Before I forget--remember to keep checking your notice board! Cassy and I are planning the first event..." Lily said mysteriously.
"Well, I think I'm going kayaking first," Pepper Star announced. "I want to see how big the lake is."
"Hey, good idea!" Cortana said.
"I'll go with you," Hotairballoon shrugged.
Lily leapt up from the table. "I'll go get your boats ready!"
"What should we do?" Ariel wondered, indicating the rest of the Alter Egos.
"Go fishing," Shadow answered, looking around eagerly.
"Uh, no way," Saphira said.
"How about, shoot chickens everywhere?" Shadow mended, waving her chicken gun halfheartedly.
"...Explore the house?"
"Nuh uh."
"Climb a tree? Chew bubble gum? Take a nap on the roof?"
"WELL THEN, let's all hug each other and be friends and hug and have a hugging party!"
"NO WAY!" shouted every single AE.
"Yeah, heh, I was joking anyway."
Jayfeather, on a whim, stole a pancake from Cinderpelt. "Help me stack these!" he ordered, picking up his own pile of flapjacks.
Together, the AEs stacked their pancakes on the table in the same sense one would stack playing cards. When they finished (in record time), they stepped back to admire their work. A syrupy, wobbling, pastry tower swayed and leaned with every breath. The golden-brown syrup gluing the pancakes together glittered like thousands of little colored crystals as it dripped down to the table...
"Quick," Jayfeather whispered in awe. "Take a picture."
Without moving her head, Gem fished her phone out of her pocket and snapped one solitary photograph of the random work of art before it fell to its doom, splattering everyone with syrup.
The CBers, who had been too astounded to stop their AEs from building such a carpet hazard, now leapt up from their seats to shield themselves from the sticky rain.
Cassy applauded, but, being the only non-AE clapping, quickly stopped so she could search for cleaning supplies.
"Don't worry; I'll clean it up!" she called from the depths of the kitchen. "You guys go and have some fun!"
Since it was such a beautiful day, the CBers found their way outside to enjoy the cool breeze and warm sun.
submitted by Lily and Cassy, Lake Lelillo
(January 22, 2017 - 2:01 pm)

*Is confused* Why is everybody saying poor Leafy....

*Reads previous parts* Oh..... *Screams hysterically*



submitted by Leafpool and Rosalyn
(January 22, 2017 - 3:39 pm)

Leafy, how do you not know when you're dead? Like you've breathed your last and you don't even know?

submitted by Icy
(January 22, 2017 - 7:02 pm)

AWWW Nico! Last chapter you were playing with Luna! SO CUTE! But oh.... Oh no. LEAFY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 


**rolls eyes** *I hate you. Uh... That's what you're crying about... Oh... poor Leafpool....* 

submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(January 23, 2017 - 9:27 am)

Terribly sorry. Last time when I said "AWESOME!" I meant about the tunnels.

How'd you know I liked kayaking?


submitted by Pepper Star
(January 22, 2017 - 5:25 pm)