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Treehouse mystery
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You open your eyes blearily and check your alarm clock. Only seven o'clock?! You groan and roll out of bed. You plod your way to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes. Grumpily, you begin to make breakfast. When you try to pour milk into your cereal, however, a rolled-up note slides out if the milk jug. Gripped by curiosity, you snatch it up, unroll it, and read with growing interest:
Dear You,
Congratulations! If you are holding this in your hand right now, then you have been invited to a ten-day, nine-night vacation at Shallow Creek Woods Treehouse! You are more than welcome to bring AEs, CAPTCHAS, CAPTCHAES, weapons, food, and wharewha else makes you feel at home. There will be opportunities to swim, so bringing a swimsuit is advisable. This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime chance, because Shallow Creek Woods Treehouse will be closed to the public after your stay. If you would like to come, it is necessary that you fill out the below form:
Name:
Role:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Packing list:
Other:
TO ATTEND, YOU MUST AGREE TO THE TERMS THAT SHALLOW CREEK WOODS TREEHOUSE WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ACCIDENTS, INJURIES, OR DEATH. DO YOU AGREE?
To reply yes, simply fill out the form, then, on the morning of August 13th, fold it into fourths, hold it in your palm, and say 'ready for the wild.' If you don't say yes by August 13th, you will not be able to attend. Transportation will arrive for you as soon as you reply.
Best wishes,
Madam F. M. Bearu
You immediately run and grab a pen.
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This is, indeed, the ski lodge connected to the hotel ski lodge I finished not too long ago. I intend to make this one more eloquent then the hotel one, which was painfully short. If you like mysterious, strange ski lodges, then by all means, come.
submitted by Madam F. M. Bearu
(August 6, 2018 - 4:52 pm)
(August 6, 2018 - 4:52 pm)
(August 11, 2018 - 6:05 pm)
I'm extending the deadline to the 15th. Not many people have joined, and I would really like to have more. (Boo says mund. No, it's Sunday, not Monday.)
(August 12, 2018 - 8:29 am)
(August 12, 2018 - 7:26 pm)
Thanks, Annabelle and MJ!
@Hermione I need your sheet by the end of tomorrow
@Icy, you said you wanted to join...?
(Boo says gtbc. Get back?)
(August 14, 2018 - 9:17 am)
Right! I'm on it.
(August 14, 2018 - 5:21 pm)
Name: Icy
Role: CBette
Age: 13, though I'll be turning 14 on August 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light blonde haired, very pale. She has blue eyes and a fondness for wearing dresses and fancy, lacy shirts. (Strangely enough, Icy has a hate for tank-tops and shorts. One might wonder why.) She's very short, freckled, and generally appears childlike.
Personality: Curious, bookworm, loves solving mysteries but is dramatic and jumps to conclusions easily. I'm forgetful, awkward, and often shy after I mess up.
Packing list: Notebooks! Paper! Pencils! A few pens for good measure! Pencil sharpeners! ...And clothes.
Other: Potatoes are really, really awesome.
I'll be bringing Thirty, yet again.
Name: Narrator Thirty-Three
Role: AE
Age: #AEsAreAgeless
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has average, neat brown hair that is often in a bun. She is slightly taller than average. She usually wears a plain white blouse and a gray skirt. Her eyes are a strange lavender color, the only strange feature about her--she is plain in every other way, and even wears neutral makeup to make her seem so.
Personality: Acts very neutral, generally very wise (though lacking in wisdom when it comes to emotional matters), slightly cold when talking to others, only shows hints of emotion when narrating. She works hard to keep her emotionless behavior, but really depends on having an audience and will sulk when things don't go her way.
Packing list: Several movie scripts, her copy of Into The Woods, fairy tale books, a hand mirror, clothes, and a hairbrush.
Other: Nothing else.
(August 14, 2018 - 6:19 pm)
Oh! Ocean Song's post just reminded me. Thirty looks like she's an older adult, though she tries her hardest to appear ageless.
The narrator is ageless.
Of course, Thirty.
(August 15, 2018 - 8:45 pm)
*Runs in* I'll do it!
Name: Ocean Song
Role: AE
Age: *Slants eyes* Really? *Sighs* Fine. I LOOK like I'm 16.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Many.
Personality: INTJ-A
Packing list: The normal stuff plus a handgun, sketchbook and pencils, my pet wolf who has a white coat and is named Phantom. Phantom is a 'she'.
Other: I LIKE PAR COUR. Am I allowed to do par cour in the trees?
(August 14, 2018 - 7:49 pm)
Awesome! I'll post the first part as soon as I can; I just started school, though, so it might not be until the weekend.
(August 16, 2018 - 6:44 am)
Oh man I just realized I never joined! *sigh* Whoops. If you're willing to include me anyway, though, you can use my sheet from the last part of this ski lodge :)
(August 16, 2018 - 11:24 am)
Of course! You've been added to the list. Although... could Sam not come, please?
(August 16, 2018 - 3:48 pm)
(August 17, 2018 - 9:16 am)
Day 1, part 1:
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On the morning of August 15th, all the guests did as they were instructed and held out the folded piece if paper in the palms of their hands and chanted, "ready for the wild," or else, "redy forr thee wild." Instantly, the floor under their feet vanished, sending them plummetting down a smooth Earth tunnel, the sides perfectly rounded out. They tumbled along for miles, passing vaguely by roots, worms, and various insects, then, at the exact same moment, saw light ahead of them. They all dropped out at precisely the same moment, the majority of them smacking their butts on the ground with a small 'oof'. Gingerly getting to their feet, they rose their eyes to see a beautiful, mesmerizing sight.
They gasped in amazement; Shallow Creek Woods, they saw, was no ordinary forest. The sky was an unearthly emerald green, speckled with fireflies. The trees were thick, with a definite fantasy element to them- gnarled and twisted, with a strange air about them; almost like that the fact that they were living and breathing was somehow tangible.
The Treehouse looked somewhat like Hogwarts; some parts sticking out above the leafy canopy, some justing far away from the trees, with swinging bridges, ladders, stairs, and slides connecting it all. It was a massive, beautiful thing.
After a minute, a strange, slender figure appeared from behind a tree. She carried an appearance like no other. Tall and lean, with ghostly pale skin, and grey eyes so icy and bold they seemed to pierce your very soul, so wide and bulging they did not appear to have eyelids. Her small nose, mouth, and chin made them look even larger .Draped Draper in a long black dress and cloak with pure white hair falling in thickly to her waist, Madam F. M. Bearu was not what most of the group had expected.
"Good morning, guests." Her voice sounded like she was whispering and booming at the same time- it was almost forbidding. It sent a shiver down many of the guests' spines.
She continued, "Welcome to Shallow Creek Woods Treehouse. Please follow me inside."
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(August 17, 2018 - 7:11 am)
Whoa.
*expression sours* She's here.
*looks around* Ocean? Oh, yeah. Hm. Well, I'm going to go run around. This place is amazing!
*sighs* *shifts to a panther-sized gryphon with a human face* I'll come, too, I suppose.
(August 17, 2018 - 10:35 am)
Ahh...that's not ominus at all.
All your idea, idiot CBer.
zhpn
(August 17, 2018 - 10:45 am)