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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)
(June 8, 2018 - 3:45 am)
ARGHHH.
...well, in the meantime we could pretend to be pirates, couldn't we? I mean...why not...it's not like we're on the edges of our seats waiting for someone else to be murdered.
(July 12, 2018 - 9:17 am)
Ahoy, matee! Do yee have an idea who these scallywags Blacky and Jupiter might be?
(July 12, 2018 - 5:39 pm)
"Hey hey hey, look who's back."
Jupiter held up a camera in front of the surprised CBers. "Say cheese." Before anyone could say anything, she pressed down the shutter, then stared at the display. "Not bad. You're a boring lot, but not bad.
"In case you were curious, photography is my new hobby. And my first project is called 'MillyWay Murders,' because every time someone dies, I take a picture of everyone that's left!" Jupiter flashed them a big grin. "But that's not why I'm here. I thought I'd just make this fun.
"Apparently, Galaxy is very busy this week. Something about mechanics? Robotics? I don't know. Something that shouldn't take up this much time, anyway. She says she is unable to continue with anything - like what, napping in your office while I do all the work? - for the rest of the week. Take that as you will.
"Oh, also, she says you can keep guessing who we are." With a cackle, Jupiter gripped an edge of fabric, yanking off her mask to reveal . . . an identical face underneath it. "Gotcha there, didn't I? Old joke? No? Moving on. THERE IS A TWIST! We will not reveal our true identities . . . unless you guess ALL THREE OF US correctly! Ooh, this will be fun."
Jupiter laughed and snapped another photo. "Enjoy your guessing games! I'll be around to deliver your results. I'm glad I have such a stack of rejection letters just ready for use . . . !"
(July 12, 2018 - 7:09 pm)
Fun.
Today's group guess:
Jupiter--St. Owl
Galaxy--September
Blacky--Gared
(July 13, 2018 - 12:31 pm)
Dear Leafpool,
Thank you for your contribution to Our Identities magazine. It showed great promise and creativity, and all of us here at Our Identities were impressed by it. However, after careful consideration, we have decided that your services are not necessary at this time. Please feel free to keep sending other work for review.
Sincerely,
Jupiter
(July 13, 2018 - 4:42 pm)
My turn!
Galaxy- Neko
Jupiter- Secret
Blacky- ...General Waffleson??!!!!
(July 13, 2018 - 8:06 pm)
Ha.
(July 15, 2018 - 12:23 pm)
As soon as I return from my unexpected employee training, I discover that Jupiter has zoomed off for spa treatment in some far-flung galaxy called Soomer Caemp! Sheesh, why does she need ten different nail treatments anyway? Nevertheless, I have returned. However, I caught a particularily nasty bout of Eatingchocolateandreadingthreebooksinquicksuccessioninsteadofwriting Sickness. Hopefully when I finish my last book, I will finally be inspired to write. If I can't finish the next part before my follow-up employee training next week, I am very sorry. Also, it seems some curious individuals have persisted with their campaign to guess our identities. Sorry, but I don't think I'll be donating anything this time. You all must have mistaken us for other people.
P.S. CAPTCHA says "kkzf". Not sure what that means...
(July 20, 2018 - 1:26 am)
HA again.
(July 20, 2018 - 4:51 pm)
Hey Soren, is it ok if I make Levana more CAPTCHA-like? The only other CAPTCHAs are Viri and Grynne, who isn't really a CAPTCHA. It's OK to say no!
(July 21, 2018 - 6:57 pm)
Um, well, I recently changed her from a CAPTCHAE to an AE, so it wouldn't make sense to make her more like a CAPTCHA. I can bring my new CAPTCHA Boo, though, if you want. He's a piglet who likes cake.
(July 21, 2018 - 8:08 pm)
Ah Ok sorry that makes sense. Actually that would be perfect. I need some CAPTCHA cuteness in this XD. He'll be in the Nebula room with you. Thanks!!
Speaking of CAPTCHAs, mine says "yuom".
(July 21, 2018 - 10:40 pm)
Cool! Boo, you up for an adventure?
(Yepo!)
Awesome!
(July 22, 2018 - 9:16 am)
Day 4, Part 2
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Aspen and Ashlee, summoned by the large crashing noises, gasped along
with Quill when they saw the flying book. It flapped in a circle around
their heads before shooting off towards the window. Startled back into
action, the trio gave chase. The book was knocking against the glass as
if it wanted to fly out into space. Since it was distracted, Aspen
managed to leap up and catch it. As soon as she touched it, it stopped
moving. The library's sudden silence felt eerie, and the three friends
pressed closer together as they examined the strange book. It was
heavier than most books, with a completely beige cover. Quill squinted
at the tiny letters that spelled out the title and read them out loud.
"The Age of Beige/Beiges through the Ages/ Pages of Beiges/ Pages of the
Ages of Beiges." "Well that sounds incredibly boring," Ashlee remarked.
She wasn't joking. It was the dullest looking book the trio had ever
seen. But what they had seen it do was not dull at all. And so they
opened it.
***
Leafpool gazed in awe at the walls and ceiling of her dorm room. They
were now displaying a 3D image of a nebula to match the name of the dorm
room. Enraptured by the pulses of other-worldly light, Leafpool lay on
the ground and stared and stared. She couldn't get over how beautiful it
was! To think that all this time, with the two murders happening, there
was such a thing of beauty in this excuse for a vacation. Leafpool
began to fall into a kind of trance. She was hardly aware of anything
surrounding her. Not even the distinct click as the air vent turned off.
The poisonous gas was released from it's holding tank deep in the
bowels of the Space Station. It rushed through the pipes, not caring
where it was going, but following its need to strike. And strike it did.
***
The detectives screamed as the Star Trek holograph suddenly disappeared,
leaving them in a completely blank white room. They quickly stopped,
for they were in no danger. "What, umm… Happened?" Vyolette asked,
confused. "Maybe the AEs are playing a prank on us?" Soren suggested.
"Well it sure is a stupid prank," scoffed Agent Winter, "I could do WAY
better!" Starseeker agreed and headed to the control box to re-set the
Star Trek hologram. There was a string of muttered curses, then she came
back frowning, "It won't work!" Vyolette's eyes widened. "You mean
we're stuck here?" "Let me try," Abigail got up and pushed past
Starseeker. She too couldn't get the controls to work. Each Cber tried a
hand at the controls, but none of them could get it to work. Without
them, they couldn't end the blank white room hologram. They were well
and truly stuck.
***
The book was full of strange symbols that swirled across the pages in spiral patterns. And they were disappearing. Quickly. Ashlee, Quill, and Aspen pulled out their notebooks and frantically began to jot down as many symbols as they could. All too soon, though, it's pages were empty. Ashlee flipped through it once more to make sure, then closed it. But Quill stopped her. She had noticed something. "Look! The back cover is way thicker than the front one!" "Hey you're right!" said Ashlee, "You think there's a secret compartment?" Quill shrugged and Aspen tapped on the thick cardboard. "Sounds hollow," she proclaimed. They began to search for a way to open up the compartment. Quill saw it first. It was a small slit in the side of the binding. She dug in her fingernail and pulled up. The top of the cover came off easily. They could see the remnants of old glue that had held it down. But that wasn't what they were interested in. The inside of the secret compartment was divided up into seven different sections, each one the distinct shape of a key. Only one compartment was full. "Wow!" Ashlee exclaimed. She reached in and pulled out a large dull grey key. She passed it to Quill, who, technically, had found it. She turned it over in her hands and noticed a tiny scratch near the top. She held it up to the light and squinted at it, but as far as she could tell, it was just a scratch.
***
Galaxy sat in Jupiter's office, drowsily watching the monitors. This was usually Jupiter's job, except she was off on some spa planet. Now she understood why Jupiter complained so much. Nothing happened. Wait, I take that back, Galaxy thought as an alert icon popped up on the screen. Her eyes widened as she read it aloud: "Poisonous Gas Tank breached!" She leaped out of her chair and scrambled to the storage room where she promptly bumped into Blacky. "Watcha doin?" he asked. "The poisonous gas tank was breached! It could be anywhere on the space station!" "Wow! At last something happened!" Galaxy just rolled her eyes and shoved a box of gas masks into his arms. "What are these for?" "The Cbers!" "Why? They're all gonna die in the end." "Well yeah, but they're not supposed to die this way. All at once, I mean." By this time they had reached the Space Arcade, which was where all the Aes and CAPTCHAs were having a game tournament. The situation was explained, the gas masks distributed, and then Galaxy and Blacky finally put on their own masks. Everyone was given a spare mask and sent off to find the rest of the Cbers.
(July 22, 2018 - 8:48 pm)
Gah! Sorry for the weird formatting. CAPTCHA agrees-she says "ugrf".
(July 22, 2018 - 10:58 pm)