Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

A message to all: 

(if you just want a ski lodge/brilliant entertainment/a puzzle, skip down to the next section) 

My deepest apologies. I posted this a month ago, and not being incredibly active on this corner of the Chatterbox fine forgot as it sank to the back pages... then recently it has come to my attention that I never began the great adventure I had (albeit roughly) planned! Oops.

Anyway, we're still on! If you signed up before, you may join this adventure again, and simply request to use the sheet you filled out earlier, or fill out a new one. Also, please take as much licorice as you want as a token of my apologies.

If you didn't sign up before, please do! I'd like at least twenty people, so bring your entourage!! 

Without further ado, this is what I posted before. 

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You are staring into space at the local shoelace store, wondering what your purpose in life is and what you are doing at a shoelace store of all places. You happen to glance up at a bulliten board. Most of the notices on it are large and brightly colored (and fluffy, for some reason), but one stands out to you by dint of of its simplicity: 

Dear Everyone,

This is a Warning. The Drainaps are Attacking, the Sky is Purple, and there is Nothing you can Do!!!

Love,

X 

As you are very smart indeed you immediately realize that one of the statements in the notice is a lie. But which one?

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You have probably noticed by now that this is a Ski Lodge. But it is not an ordinary kind of ski lodge. Everyone who joins makes mischief of some sort, whether it be that they steal things, constantly sets up pranks, spy on people, or are merely a murderer. By process of elimination you must figure out who the murderer/s is/are (the number of people who commit each sort of crime will depend on who joins). Meanwhile, very strange things are going on... more details will be given when spots are full.

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To join, please fill out this form. You may bring AEs and CAPTCHAs also, but only those who have the form filled out may come! (if you read nothing else, please read that...)

Name:

Physical characteristics: 

Interests: 

Personality:  

What you are bringing:  

submitted by X
(February 23, 2017 - 7:43 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place

Aww, poor Ember... *sniffles*

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 8, 2017 - 12:36 am)

Wait, did I kill Ember???? Or did someone take the bow and arrow from me....

R.I.P. Ember!!! 

submitted by AutumnArtist:(, age 12 1/2
(March 8, 2017 - 10:23 am)

X, I really don't want to rush you in any way, but when will day 2 come out?

No worries if you are still working on it, keep up the great writing! ;) 

submitted by AutumnArtist:), age 12 1/2
(March 9, 2017 - 2:37 pm)
submitted by Um...., Are we still doing this??
(March 12, 2017 - 6:38 pm)

Tomorrow the adventure shall continue... I think Tuesday is my best posting day.

submitted by X
(March 13, 2017 - 10:08 am)

Okay. Thanks!

submitted by AutumnArtist:)
(March 13, 2017 - 1:05 pm)

I'm so excited to see the second part!

submitted by AutumnArtist:)
(March 14, 2017 - 1:10 pm)
Part Two 
The CBers were divided into those who cried and those who accused.
Destiny wept silently into her t-shirt, Booksy and Dandelion trying to comfort her. 
"It was Snicker!" RPr said, gripping her whip.
"Me? I'm innosssssent, obvioussssssly," the cobra said. 
"It's a bit improbable for a cobra to fire an arrow from a bow, seeing as she doesn't have any hands," Anne Peggy pointed out, looking at Autumn who was beside her. "It would make a lot more sense for Autumn Artist to have done it."
"No, no," Autumn said, gripping her bow tightly. "Someone stole it! Leeli, you were right next to me. You know it wasn't me!"
"Um," Leeli said uncomfortably, "I don't remember.... uh, Autumn."
"You are holding a bow," Mei said matter of factly, "but maybe someone stole one of the arrows. We shouldn't jump to conclusions here."
"That must have been it," Autumn said.
"Does anyone have a DNA testing kit?" RP asked. She got some strange looks and lots of shaking heads. "Just wondering." She shrugged.
Elementgirl and her AE's were standing near the doorway, and gasped collectively as a pale yellow dinosaur bedecked with lace, paper flowers, and yellow ribbons sailed into the room. Leeli let out a small yelp.
"Greetings and salamanders, fair friends," she said airily.
"Salutations," Anne Peggy corrected irritably.
"Yes, that's what Katie meant." the dinosaur said, unfazed.
"Who's Katie?" Wordsy asked.
"Me, myself, and I," the dinosaur, or Katie, rather, said, flicking her tail in such a nonchalant manner that she almost knocked Autumn's dog Teddy down the chandelier-hole. "Now, who is ready for some Drainap protection classes?"
The CBers looked at each other, except for Destiny, who was still crying, and Autumn, who was wondering where her bow had gone.
Dain raised an eyebrow. "Drainaps? That sounds like a drain is taking a nap or something."
Wordsy rolled her eyes.
Though she hadn't seemed to have noticed the distress of the group, Katie was taken aback by their ignorance. "Katie thought that was why we were here!" she said.
"I thought," Anne Peggy said, clasping her hands behind her back tightly.
Bored by the discussion, RP walked to the hallway the dino had come from, and examined it. It too had bright yellow walls and ugly floral decorations. She wanted to grab a bucket of paint and fix the place!
"Destiny's owl Ember died," Dandelion said through sniffles. 
"How can you be so insensitive?" Mei snapped at the dinosaur.
Suddenly, Katie burst into tears, or as well into tears as dinosaurs can. "Da Drainaps have strucked again!" she cried, oblivious to Anne Peggy's corrections. "We must fight dem off with sharp and steel!" The CBers dodged her thrashing tail.
"She's insane," Elementgirl whispered to Anna. "How old is she, I wonder?"
"Katie five," the dinosaur said, stopping her cries as abruptly as they had started, and looking down her nonexistant nose at Elementgirl.
After more arguing, er, discussing, the CBers followed Katie down the hallway, Dandelion and Alfred carrying Ember's body. Destiny lingered behind, and looked at five letters in black spray paint on the wall:
"EMBER"
However, the CBers hardly noted Destiny's disappearance, as they were accosted by a huge pile of books toppling from the ceiling! Between screams, playing catch with paperback books and trying to clear a pathway, they almost forgot about Ember's death.
~ ~ ~
Crimes committed in part one:
- Ember killed
- Mei's bouncy ball stolen
~ ~ ~
Crimes committed in part two:
- Autumn's bow stolen
- Graffiti reading "EMBER"
- Booby trap involving books
~ ~ ~
Apologies for the lateness of this. Any suspects?
submitted by X
(March 15, 2017 - 10:58 am)

Also, there will be three groups: the Roses, the Irises, and the Explosions. Each group will have a common area, bathrooms, and a large room for girls and a small room for boys if necessary. 

The Roses: Everything is pink. Background music is extremely shrill flutes and opera. Entertainment includes dances and gardening.

The Irises: Everything is purple. Background music is calming Mozart. Entertainment includes cleaning and sewing.

The Explosions: Everything is black. Background music is heavy metal. Entertainment includes video games and miniature sticks of dynamite to experiment with in perfectly safe conditions. 

Choose your pick! You may also choose anyone (in particular your AEs) who you would particularly like or not like to room with.  

submitted by NEW PART OUT!!!
(March 15, 2017 - 11:05 am)

I pick the roses! I don't like sewing, so no irises. I don't like heavy metal music, so not the other group. I don't really like dancing, but I do like being in the outdoors.

submitted by AutumnArtist:)
(March 15, 2017 - 2:25 pm)

I pick Irises.

I'd like to be in Explosions, I guess. Ew, cleaning? And gardening? 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 15, 2017 - 9:13 pm)

Can I room with you, Booksy? We're the only two people who have chosen Irises so far.

submitted by elementgirl18917
(March 16, 2017 - 6:40 am)

Sure!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 16, 2017 - 8:09 pm)

I don't know. Roses, I guess? I don't like shrill flutes and opera, though.

Explosions! I love dynamite! 

Wordsy's in that room, isn't she . . .  

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh) , Fairyland
(March 16, 2017 - 7:16 pm)

That she is. *smiles*

Hey Wordsy. Dane's in your room

Oh. Yay! Yay? Yay! *blushes*

'kay then 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 16, 2017 - 8:08 pm)
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