The transport pod

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

The transport pod

The transport pod orbited around Earth, beaming Capsules down to the houses of CBers. Despite the suspicious appearance of the large silver Capsules popping into exsistence right in front of the CBers, Galaxy knew that they would still flock to MilkyWay Station. Flock there to die. Galaxy grinned. And slapped her hand down on the huge red button. 

It did nothing. 

She just enjoyed pressing it. 

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You plop down on the couch with a large bar of chocolate and begin snacking on it. Ow, Something's poking you in the back! You reach behind the couch cushion and pull out the TV remote. "Aha! That's where it was!" you say, and reward yourself on your obviously superior finding abilities with a large bite of chocolate. You turn on the TV to your favorite station. But... It's just static! "What? Nooooo!!!" you cry in anguish and flip through the rest of the channels. They're all static. Despondently, you allow yourself to collapse dramatically across the couch and snag a bite of chocolate. Unfortunately, your acting genius is inturrupted by a large, very hard object. Conveniently placed where your head lands. You sit up indignantly and rub your head. As you turn to see the offending object that put an abrupt ending to your acting career in dramatic fainting, the chocolate falls out of your mouth as you gape in astonishment. Sitting innocently on the couch is a sleek metal tube that tapers to a point at each end. As you watch, a slot opens up in the seemingly seamless silver steel (ahaha alliteration!) and a voice as sleek as the Capsule it issues from filters out. 

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Galaxy loved pressing buttons. She tried to do it as much as possible. Presently, she reached up to the ceiling of the transport pod and pressed a small yellow button. Her voice boomed out from the speakers of 14 well-placed Capsules: "Greetings and salutations lucky CBers!" There was an almost undetectable hint of sarcasm on the word 'lucky', but it was so slight that only a very experienced sarcasmist would notice. Galaxy continued with her speech: "You have been chosen for a very exclusive vacation. So exclusive, in fact, that you are the only ones besides myself and our various staff members who will ever experience it! This vacation (insert dramatic pause) is in (insert long dramatic pause) SPACE!" Galaxy imagined the screeches of excitement coming from the CBers. Screeching was a very humanlike trait, and Galaxy did not enjoy it. She rolled her eyes and then continued on: "You have 7 minutes to pack and round up your companion, then return to the Capsule and insert a chocolate bar in the slot. You will be transported to the MilkyWay Space Station where I will meet you. Don't be late. I will be timing you. Now GO!" Galaxy pressed an hourglass shaped purple button, which started the seven minute timer. Then she slammed down hard on the ignition button and the transport pod rocketed out into deep space.

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The MillyWay Space Station boasts many space luxuries including the AntiGravity Hall, the Luxury Space Pool, the Theater with a different sci-fi movie everyday, Lyft-Off Planet Transport, The Chocolate Bar, and much, much more.

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Ok. Another Ski lodge! Yess I know there are already like 5. But as soon as I came up with this idea a couldn't help myself! I mean, space? Chocolate? I really hope I can manage to finish this XD. 

(if you don't like chocolate, that's ok. You can still join. Galaxy probably won't like you though)

 

Rules: 

1. There are 14 spots, no more. I will accept the first 14 applicants. 

2. You may bring one companion, may it be an AE, CAPTCHA, or CAPTCHAE

3. Please fill out the sheet

4. Feel free to guess who I am, but I may/may not reveal my identity if you guess right 

5. The popcorn is never free 

6. We don't take complaints about the popcorn prices, don't even try. 

7. Have fun! Despite the murd-WAIT WHAT NO I SAID NOTHING 

 

Sheet: 

CBer, AE, CAPTCHA, or CAPTCHAE: 

Name: 

Nickname:

Age:

Gender: 

Appearance: 

Three Defining Qualities: 

Likes: 

Dislikes: 

Insanity Level From 1-100: 

How Much Do You Like Chocolate From 1-100:

Favorite Kind Of Chocolate:  

Have You Been In Space Before? 

~Yes ~No ~I'M NEVER TELLING YOU MY SECRETS 

Did You Read The Rules?

~Yes  ~No ~I'M NEVER TELLING YOU MY SECRETS 

Other: 

Packing List:  

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PS. Sorry for the long sheet. 

 

submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, TheEverExpandingUniverse!
(June 8, 2018 - 3:45 am)

This is very intriguing! I love your writing style. I died at Mandy pouting about her nails being ruined. Accurate.

submitted by Abigail, age Old enough, Inside my head
(June 29, 2018 - 11:20 am)

@Abigail Yes! XD I liked writing it too. 

@Agent Winter Yay! Finally I find someone who loves cliffhangers!!

@Hotairballoon Yes thank you. I think I may write a book called Mourning: For Dummies. I can send you a free copy if you'd like!

@Everyone: I believe Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. I got over my writers block (YAY!!) but Blacky still needs to finish something up. And thanks everyone for liking my writing! :P 

submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, A Galaxy Far Far Away...
(June 29, 2018 - 10:11 pm)

@Galaxy are you Kate-the-Great?

submitted by Soren Infinity
(June 30, 2018 - 8:22 am)

Well I could never aspire to be as great as the Great Kate Weather Machine, but obviously I come close to it.

CAPTCHA says "dmmd". She wants to play DnD! 

submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, TheEverExpandingUniverse!
(July 1, 2018 - 5:19 pm)

How come you're all conveniently avoiding direct questions? 

submitted by Leafpool, age Finite, This side of reality
(July 2, 2018 - 9:47 am)

What? Moi? Avoiding answers? Never! I would totally definitely never ever avoid answering your questions!

(we will reveal who we are at the end. Some of you have come pretty close!)

CAPTCHA says "pccd". Oooh a CD? In a PC? Thats what you want for Christmas? Geez, CAPTCHAs these days. *shakes head* 

Also, Hello Blacky! Glad you could join us!  

submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, MilkyWay Space Station
(July 2, 2018 - 3:06 pm)

Darling, has it really been so long. . . ? *yawns* Well, I suppose I ought to introduce myself to the rest of you all. . . but I don't really have time for that. *looks around* Are there less of you or something? 

submitted by Black Hole
(June 30, 2018 - 3:24 pm)

Vampire mice. Disgusting. Such a high tech setting, and no mouse poison. Unless you want the mice there...

*Floats out of mouse hole*

*hears someone yelling about the zero-gravity tube*

Amusing. I'm already in zero-gravity. Oh, well. Might as well make the most of being dead.

*Practices writing creepy messages on mirrors* 

submitted by Alizarine's ghost, the ship
(July 2, 2018 - 1:34 pm)
Day 3, Part 2
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"Well, so it's pretty much like water polo, but in zero gravity and without water!" Blacky concluded with a hopeful grin. Jupiter inspected her nails. "If any of you are dumb enough to ask questions, make it quick," she drawled. No one raised their hands. "Great!" Blacky exclaimed, "Let's get started!" But as he himself would put it: "his smile would soon turn upsidedown." "I'll go get the ball!" the murderer volunteered. "Great," Jupiter said without enthusiasm, "Teams, TO THEIR POSITIONS!" In the ensuing confusion while everyone raced to find their teammates and talk strategy, the murderer quickly switched out the ball with their own "special" version. 
*******
The game was simple: each dorm room would compete against the other three to see who could get the most points. The CBers would score points by using streams of air from huge fans strategically placed around the Hall to get around. Points were scored by getting the ball through three hoops set in a triangle in the middle of Anti-Gravity Hall. Blacky, Galaxy, and a very unenthusiastic Jupiter would guard them against the CBers. Jupiter checked her watch and sighed. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the wall, where she pressed a button for the intercom. "GET UP YOU LAZY BAG OF CHEAP CHOCOLATE!!" There was a bump and a startled squeak from the other end, then silence. Galaxy arrived, rubbing her head, a few minutes later. "Let's get started then!" She yawned. "Wait, what are we doing again?" "SpacePolo." "Oh, right. Let's turn off the gravity then." She walked over to a huge button near the door and pressed it. The people who hadn't experienced zero-gravity before waved their arms frantically, trying to regain their balance. Ashlee caught a breeze from one of the fans and zoomed off down the hall. "Wow! I'm flying! It's just like a real-life video game!" she laughed. The rest of the CBers were similarly testing out the fan setup, and the room quickly descended into chaos again. Jupiter sighed and pulled out a bullhorn from who-knows-where. "I THOUGHT  I SAID FOR TEAMS TO GET IN POSITION." The CBers guiltily made their way back to their initial positions as Galaxy yanked the bullhorn away from Jupiter. "Don't listen to her! She's still grumpy because I put a chocolate frog in her bed last night and it hopped in her mouth." The CBers laughed as Jupiter scowled. "You're on vacation, and you should have as much fun as possible. Let's try to put the... accident... we had yesterday behind us and focus on the sports tournament our wonderful Blacky put together for us." The AEs turned somersaults and laughed happily, while the CBers clapped and the CAPTCHAs shouted "Cher!" Galaxy smiled and passed the bullhorn to Blacky, who held the ball in the air and counted down. "Three! Two! ONE!" He threw it to one of the fans, which sent it zooming away over the heads of the CBers. They immediately gave chase, and the game was underway. 
*******
The Nebula room was in the lead with seven points, but the Stars were catching up. They had six, and were about to make another. Quill bore down on the goal, a look of determination on her face. Galaxy zoomed out to meet her, so she faked right, then threw the ball left to Abigail, who popped it through Jupiter's goal. The score was now Nebula-7, Star-7, Planet-3, and Comet-1. Jupiter frowned and tossed the ball back out. Spyro caught it and, careful not to puncture it with his claws, threw it to Leafpool. She in turn tried to throw it to Agent Winter, but Soren intercepted it and tossed it to Aspen. Vyolette joined them and they made a triangle formation. Ashlee and Levana cheered as their fellow teammates raced toward the goal, passing the ball back and forth. As the ball sailed through the goal, the whole Planet team cheered wildly. Usually the Nebula and Star teams had control of the ball, and they hadn't had a chance to score a goal for a while. This time Galaxy threw the ball back out, and Quill and Mandy both rushed to catch it. They got to it at exactly the same time, and in the resulting scuffle, Brynn snuck up and snatched the ball. She threw it to Grynn who bounced it off her nose to Ace. He caught a nearby air draft and tried to make his way to the goal, but the ball was quickly stolen by Starseeker and Quill. With only three members playing, the Comet team really had no chance. Starseeker tossed the ball to Abigail, and she and Zoey took it down the field. Trevor quietly circled around to the other side and waited. Zoey pretended to throw the ball into the goal, but she knew Blacky would be able to block it easily, so she threw it over the goal to Trevor. He was about to toss it through for a tie-breaking point, but he stopped mid-throw, a strange expression on his face. He held the ball up to his ear and listened. "What's wrong?" Starseeker asked. "It's-it's… Ticking?" He shook it hard and heard something rattle inside. "Just throw it!" Abigail suggested, "It'll break the tie!" But Trevor had lost his surprise advantage and was also about to lose his life. His eyes widened as he realized what the ball actually was. So did Zoey's. She screamed "TREVOR! NOO!!!" But it was drowned out as the seemingly innocent ball exploded. Tears clouded Zoey's eyes as she plunged toward the lingering cloud of smoke and charred bits of leather ball that used to be her crush. She would have flown right into it if Vyolette, with an equal amount of tears in her eyes, hadn't caught her and said in a choked voice, "He's gone, Zoey. I don't believe it, but he's gone." The CBers and CAPTCHAs pulled into a group hug while the rest of the AEs rolled their eyes. Trevor's death left them shaken. They had chalked down Alizarine's death as an accident and blamed it on the vampire mice. But this? No. This was much more. No matter how you looked at it, a bomb hidden in a SpacePolo ball could never and would never be an accident. It was a much more solemn group of CBers that went to bed that night. Because they all knew, although they didn't say it out loud, that there was a murderer amongst them. 
~~~

RIP, Trevor, rest in pieces. 

Is it weird to say that I loved writing his death? XD It was so heartbreaking and dramatic.

CAPTCHA says "eonr". Yes I suppose he will be dead for eons.  
submitted by Galaxy, age Many moons, MilkyWay Space Station
(July 2, 2018 - 3:28 pm)
submitted by Galaxy~DAY 3 PART 2!, age 100!!!, Comments!!!
(July 2, 2018 - 3:30 pm)

*stands speechless* *chewing gum falls out of mouth*

submitted by Agent Winter, Classified
(July 2, 2018 - 5:00 pm)

Galaxy, could you possibly be Neko?

submitted by Agent Winter, Classified
(July 2, 2018 - 5:56 pm)

Yes I am definitely totally completely utterly Neko. *winkwink*

CAPTCHA says "pcap" Are you filing a popcorn complaint? BETRAYAL!!

submitted by Galaxy, age Many Moons, Space
(July 2, 2018 - 10:29 pm)

Trevor... Oh crud, I better not be the murderer...

I know this is irrelevant, but I am much better at sports in this than in real life. 

@Galaxy are you Quill, Inktail, or Silverwaxing? 

submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown
(July 2, 2018 - 7:06 pm)

Enjoy it while you can. Heheheheheheheheehe...

I will use my quill, dip it in ink, draw silver wings made of wax, and fly away into the GREAT BEYOND! AKA, perhaps...

CAPTCHA says "ruhp". Heyyy no interruhpting!

submitted by Galaxy, age Many Moons, Space
(July 2, 2018 - 10:35 pm)