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Island Escape
Island Escape
You walk along the beach looking for sea glass from the recent storm. As you stoop to pick up an extra large one, you see something stuck in the sand a few feet away. You walk over and pull up a small bottle. As there appears to be something inside of it, you put it in your bucket and take it up to the house and enter the privacy of your bedroom. Flopping down on your bed, you pop out the small cork, and pull out a piece of slightly damp paper.
“Dear Receiver of this letter.
You have been invited to an eleven day vacation on a small, unknown island in the middle of the ocean. Unfortunately I will not be able to join you for this trip, but everything has been arranged, so there is no need to worry. You and ten other special guests will spend the vacation enjoying the beach, riding zip-lines, exploring hidden caves, having pillow fights in a giant room dedicated to this purpose, reading your favorite books in the library, wandering through the giant bounce-house maze, and living in your favorite books or tv shows in the fandom room. All you need to do is fill out the enclosed form, and returning it to the sea in this bottle.
(just so you know, if the bottle is not returned to the sea with the form within an hour of being opened, it will explode. Very sorry. It is the only problem with this form of communication)”
The Master
You shake the bottle upside down, and are rewarded by a small form, and more sand than should have fit into the bottle. Ignoring the fact that your quilt is now very sandy, you sit down at your desk to fill out the form. You don’t really want to be blown up, and if you go, you might survive.
Name:
Appearance:
Personality:
Fandoms:
Hogwarts house:
Packing list:
You stuff the form into the bottle, pack your bag, and run to throw the bottle back into the water, then sit down to wait.
Yes this is a Ski Lodge. And yes I intend to finish it. You are welcome to try to guess who I am. I will give you a hint every day.
submitted by The Master, age Inbetween, Watching
(May 6, 2018 - 2:45 pm)
(May 6, 2018 - 2:45 pm)
I am quite sorry it took me so long. I have been busy. First hint as to who I am? Look at the age.
Leafpool and The Writer. You didn't say what your house was, so I assigned you to Slytherin. That is my favorite house, and the one that I am in, so take it as a compliment.
Day One
The Chatterboxers tumbled through the portal and landed in a heap on the beach. Allie picked herself up, and brushed of the sand with a sigh, Hotairballoon brushed of his backpack, and Leafpool remained on the ground sobbing over the death of a favorite character. The Artist bounced along the path up to a giant building, and disappeared through the doors, with the writer at her heels. Marigold helped Vyolette to her feet, and followed them. Soon all Chatterboxers were standing just inside, looking around. Suddenly a voice boomed through a hidden loudspeaker. “Hello my very dear guests! It is I, the Master! Or is it me, the Master? I am going to say I. Anyway. I am not here, but I have set up speakers with recordings, so you don’t need to worry about anything. You are standing in the entrance. On your left is the kitchen and place where you eat. I don’t know exactly what to call it, but I guess lunchroom will do! On your right is the fandoms room. You will discover what it is later. Straight ahead is a fountain. There are four rooms around the fountain. On each door is a sheet that lists the people who are assigned to that room. Please make yourselves comfortable.” The Chatterboxers looked at each other, and then walked to the rooms around the fountain. Above each door was the name of a hogwarts house. Everyone gathered around the first door to read the assignment sheet.
Slytherin
The Writer
Leafpool
Ravenclaw
Viola?
Hotairballoon
Vyolette
Hufflepuff
The Artist
Shy Peacock
Marigold
Allie
Gryffindor
Aspen
Everyone slowly filtered into their rooms. The Hufflepuffs quickly started a pillow fight, bouncing from one four-postered bed to the other. The Ravenclaws unpacked and sat around reading and thinking. The Slytherins, who had not actually put their house on the forms, sat wondering why they had been put in Slytherin. And Aspen, the only Gryffindor, sat on one of the four beds and read.
After the Hufflepuffs had all fallen over, and the air was filled with feathers, the murderer saw their chance. Marigold went to the lunchroom for a drink, and to see what it was like. As she stepped into the large room, she didn’t notice that the door stuck. Didn’t notice the quick flash. Didn’t feel anything. What was time? What was pain? What was death? She crumpled to the floor, oblivious to everything. And that was how Allie found her. The scream of pain, sadness, and fright that filled the building should have shamed the murderer. But it didn’t.
(May 13, 2018 - 7:53 pm)
(May 14, 2018 - 12:52 pm)
I know this is rather early, and not very good, but I had a small widow that I could write in, so. Second hint! I am rather new.
Day Two
A murder. A group of crows. Oh right. The other murder. The unlawful premeditated killing of one human by another. Yes. That murder. Obviously no one was happy about the strange and sudden death of Marigold. Except the murderer. And Sherlock. He had escaped from the fandom room, and was wandering around muttering about Lestrade, and asking John to pass his phone. After a bit, he disappeared. No one really noticed or cared. They were hungry.
After a large breakfast of waffles and orange juice, the Chatterboxers crowded around the doors that had been overlooked the day before.
The first door opened onto a small platform, surrounded by a sea of pillows. Soon a major pillow fight had started. Leafpool and HAB burrowed through the pillows, and popped up on the other side of the room to pummel the other team with pillows, and drag Viola? away as prisoner. Vyolette dove down on the moving humps from overhead, and rescued Viola?, dragging her back to safety. The Artist and Shy Peacock fell asleep, and were buried at the bottom of the room, or as close as Allie and The Writer could get to it. When they woke up, and crawled up to the surface, HAB suggest checking out the beach. So after collecting swimsuits and towels, they went out to the beach. HAB, Allie, and Leafpool had races, judged by Aspen, The Artist and Vyolette collected shells and pebbles, and The Writer, Shy Peacock, and Viola? built sandcastles. After Leafpool got tired of losing, and Viola? had built ten sandcastles, complete with moats and dragons, they wandered inside to check out the fandom room.
They were greeted by Harry Potter’s head floating along followed by Ron and a rather irritated Hermione.
After Harry had apologized multiple times for making Leafpool faint of fright, Hermione had yelled at him for wearing the invisibility cloak around guests, and Leafpool had recovered, the two Chatterboxers began to explore the giant room. It apparently had been made with Time Lord technology, because Viola? was pretty sure that there was no other way for Hogwarts to fit in it. Leafpool was quickly attracted to several large tables with mice and squirrels and a small abbey. Viola? didn’t think that any of her fandoms were in there, so she got a ride over to Hogwarts on a dragon, and began to explore. After a while, the other Chatterboxers joined them, and Harry was being forced to give full tours of Hogwarts. No one noticed as the murderer slipped away and…… Just kidding! Everyone was fine. They had a good time touring Hogwarts, and using Polyjuice potions to turn in to Snape, while he stood there staring down at them in disgust, and when they finally left the fandoms room, they were quite tired, and went to bed with Gollum starring after them, determined to get the little gold ring that The Artist was wearing. It felt like there were gold rings everywhere. He already had a good sized heap of gold rings that had ended up being the wrong ones in his cave. That nasty Bagginses!! He would find the ring someday. It couldn’t hide forever. Shaking his fist at the retreating forms of the Chatterboxers, he slunk away to hide where Gandalf couldn’t find him. And so everyone went to bed full, happy, and not very worried about dying. Except the murderer of course. They stayed up and planned for the next death. Everything had to go exactly right. And they had to decide what to do about Sherlock. They hadn’t counted on him showing up. Maybe they would lock the Fandom room.
(May 14, 2018 - 2:26 pm)
What! Why must I be dragged? I can walk on my own!
Ooh. I had assumed I would be beachcombing, but now that you mention it, sand castles sound pretty good. I even know the perfect ratio of sand to water.
Hmm... Are you Poison?
(May 15, 2018 - 5:51 am)
Storms! I shouldn’t have said that I was new! Yes I am Poison. And sorry about your being dragged. I am going to use you later, so consider this the trial before glory.
(May 15, 2018 - 12:01 pm)
Haha, I was right! It was actually the age hint that tipped me off. Also, don't worry about it, I was being overdramatic. But thank you!
(May 15, 2018 - 12:46 pm)
Ah, well, it was fun while it lasted XD.
Your writing is very intriguing, I will be attentively looking forward to more!
My CAPTCHA was "dwed". That sounds like a mispronounciation of "dread". Very astute, dear CAPTCHA.
(May 14, 2018 - 2:00 pm)
Quite interesting. I do realize I forgot to add my House, so my bad. However, I don't really have an official House and don't know how accurate a quiz would be...somehow I don't see myself as a Slytherin, not quite, but I certainly don't object. The Writer and I can commiserate together and puzzle our situation.
(May 16, 2018 - 3:50 pm)
Day Three
The Hufflepuffs lay on the beds, the curtain around Marigold’s pulled shut. Allie threw her pillow at Shy Peacock, and tumbled off the bed. The Artist grunted as the pillow smacked her face. “Could you calm down for a second? I’m trying to draw!” Three more pillows hit her. With an irritated grunt, she threw them at the door… And into the face of Aspen. “Well I was going to let you guys know that we found the Library, but…” Allie slid past her and into the room circle. Everyone else was sitting on the edge of the fountain, eating sandwiches. Viola? held a stack out to Shy Peacock, who had appeared. “Haf fome! Der ary ood!” The Artist grabbed half the stack, and threw a hand-full of glitter in the air. Leafpool yelped, and ducked away, but Viola? sat under her umbrella of sticky-notes, and calmly shoved another sandwich into her mouth. Aspen flung a door open, and the group stared into the biggest library the had ever seen. Also made with time-lord technology, the room had at least twenty stories, and was so long you could barely see the end. A row of small cars sat by the door, waiting for use.
HAB grabbed one of the little cars, and began to scan the shelves. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, so he just rode along, eating sandwiches, and thinking about Frozen. The Artist rolled up next to him, and muttered something about Calvin and Hobbes, before rolling away. Just because he was curious, he type J.K.Rowling into the small search bar on the the car’s little screen. There was a flash of light, and when he could see again, he was sitting in a small, cave-shaped room, obviously Harry Potter themed. He was starting to guess that The Master liked Harry Potter a lot. HAB turned to roll out of the small room, and saw a small car sitting in front of him. “Whatcha doing, HAB?” The murderer smiled at him. HAB starred in horror. If he had kept his mind collected, he could have teleported to a different section of the library. He could have told someone who had killed Marigold. He could have saved his own life, and others. But he was frozen by fear. The murderer stepped out of their car, and advanced. And HAB was no more.
Leafpool blinked her eyes as the light faded… and screamed. HAB floated next to Marigold, looking down at his body, and the horrified Leafpool. It was a bit gruesome, getting stabbed to death with an arrow. But being dead wasn’t so bad. Even though he was invisible, and couldn’t talk, he could still wander around the island, and explore. He floated away to explore the fandoms room.
(May 19, 2018 - 6:43 pm)
Hooray! I'm dead!
(floats away slowly while grumbling something about Rowling being a bad writer)
(May 20, 2018 - 8:26 am)
AK! The murderer is biased! So is the writer! NOOOOOO!!!!!
*Looks down at the "dead" HAB and screams more*
I'm not sure I like where this is going....
(May 21, 2018 - 2:01 pm)
I'm not biased!
(May 23, 2018 - 6:30 am)
Oh good, I'm safe. I hate loose glitter.
Follow the screams and see where they lead you... To a body! Charming. Welp, it's official, we should all now be frightened for our lives. No, I cannot please be more serious about this. I have my inanity cap on.
(May 21, 2018 - 8:59 pm)
I know, right? I think loose glitter is one of the most sinister and disturbing things ever invented. I definitely would have yelped.
(May 22, 2018 - 10:46 am)
I believe they were referring to the writer of this Ski Lodge, not you.
Also, calling something 'clickbait', etc, isn't really polite. The Pottermore quiz isn't clickbait (and it's what most people use, as it was made by JK Rowling), though, to be honest, yes, some of the quizzes are.
The 'clickbait' comment was kinda offensive, and honestly, if you don't have anything nice to say about a topic, you don't have to post about it. I noticed a comment by you on a thread (I believe it was about a musical) saying something along the lines of 'I don't see what the big deal is, but you guys like it'.
Writing this stuff is a mistake that I made in the past. It left me with a horrible reputation because I am probably the rudest person on the Chatterbox. You're obviously not that rude, but you need to think about what you're writing. Please. I don't want you to end up hurt, or in an argument, or with a bad reputation.
~A CBette
(May 23, 2018 - 2:39 pm)