Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

It's getting lighter outside. You know because you've seen how dark it was before. You haven't slept well this night. Oh well, you think to yourself, and even then your thoughts are blurred. Slowly, you crawl out of bed, running numb fingers through your tangled hair. You squint into the mirror, trying to make yourself presentable. A flicker of movement in the corner of your eye, somewhere behind you, reflected in the mirror. You turn, eyes wide, and your foot nudges a small box. You pick it up, curious but cautious. Must be another ski lodge. Let's see, do I want to die soon? You decide Not especially, but since you're a CBer and you know you'll come back to life anyway you open the box. Inside, a note nestles comfotably with something that looks like a chisle and a needle had a child. You gently pick up the note.

Dearest CBer,

I've heard that recently you haven't been sleeping well. (You unconsciously nod in agreement) Let's fix that. Come to my Rejuvination Rest-house, and I'll make sure you feel better. Please fill out this form:

Name:

Pronouns:

Basic Appearence:

Basic Personality:

Five 'Likes':

Five 'Dislikes':

Fears:

Other:

You don't need to bring anything unless you want to. All will be provided. Once you fill out the form, please wrap it around the pick (Oh, a pick.) and break your mirror. See you soon, friend!

You shrug, grab a writing utensil, and fill out the form. Then, as instructed, you wrap it around the pick and plunge the sharp end into the mirror's reflective surface. Instead of shattering as expected, it ripples like water and gushes to the bottom of the mirror frame, disappearing like it was drained. To tired to think about it hard, you look through the frame. Beyond, you see a circular room filled with smooth-leafed vines and steam. The steam curls through the portal, beckoning you with its comforting warmth and slightly floral scent.