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Don't ask questions. Around here, questions get you killed. Trust me, I know. 

submitted by Silent Shadow Walker
(November 6, 2019 - 1:29 am)
submitted by Top
(December 3, 2019 - 3:25 pm)

I shuffled quietly to my room, awed by all my surroundings. 

I still had many questions running through my head, along with everything else going on in my life, like friend problems and romance life issues and anxieties and doubts and insecurities and.... 

I shook my head. This was not the time for any of that stuff. 

Although I had questions, I could not ask them. After all... curiosity killed the cat.

But somehow, I knew that I would figure out this mystery. One way or another, I would. Perhaps I would finally discover who this "Silent Shadow Walker" is.

Heaving a huge sigh, I flopped onto the bed and stared up at the cealing. I was tired, and the bed looked to inviting to ignore. 

"Tomorrow will be a new day. And with a new day comes new beginnings. Perhaps this is where I can start anew." 

With those thoughts in mind, I slowly drifted off to a peaceful sleep. 

submitted by Joan B. of Arc, age 17, Camelot
(December 3, 2019 - 10:58 pm)

I could feel their hearts beating and minds coming alive. Joan B. of Arc is the first to speak, my mindsense riding her brain-waves. She is alive, and calm. She is one, then. I smile.

submitted by Silent Shadow Walker
(December 4, 2019 - 2:07 am)

I look around my room, wondering if I'll sleep well. I have lately had a problem with waking up numerous times during the night. 

I also wonder what Silent Shadow Walker's plan for this so-called "game" is. It could be a ski lodge, but unlike any I've ever seen, and I've searched deep into the abandoned threads of Pudding's Place and Inkwell many times. It could be a solo write, but strangely orcestrated. And a roleplay seems almost completely out of the question. I think, turning my attention inwards, as my mind fills with questions. 

But questions get you killed, Silent Shadow Walker says.

Perhaps it will all clear up later.

My mind darkens as I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

submitted by Nyx, age 12 years, earth
(December 4, 2019 - 11:44 am)

I feel Nyx's unease. Her heart beats irregularly, and her mind races. In a few moments it stills to a barely tangible throb. I squint.

submitted by Silent Shadow Walker
(December 4, 2019 - 3:13 pm)

Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but satisfaction brought it back. Perhaps I must take clue-finding into my own hands. After all, a narrator cannot always be trusted.

 

submitted by Sybill, age ????, Kyngdom
(December 4, 2019 - 4:07 pm)

Sybill awakens. Satisfied ripples mingle with curious jitters as her brain-waves broadcast her emotions. I smile. She doesn't trust me. This will be fun.

submitted by Silent Shadow Walker
(December 4, 2019 - 6:31 pm)

This house is big. Not huge. I'm not sure I could call it a mansion, but there are enough rooms for each and every one of us to have our own. Having been shown to mine, I look around. Our host said that questions will get us killed. Ironically, my first thought of response was a question--what constitutes a question? 

I leave my bag on the floor, then flop faceup on the bed. I almost immediately sit up, locate a dresser, and open the top drawer, a slight thrill running through me with Silent Shadow Walker's words.

submitted by Viola?, age Secret, Secret
(December 6, 2019 - 4:03 pm)

I stayed silent, feeling unlike myself. I trailed behind the group as we walked in the small castle.

Soon enough, I wandered into my room, sat down on the edge of the bed, and almost like magic, my thoughts came to life. Finally a place to think. I don't know what I was thinking about, but it made me worried. I looked around, feeling suddenly uneasy. The picture flashed through my mind of Silent Shadow Walker's disappointment written all over their face when they saw us standing outside the large house. I lay down slowly and kept wondering what this trip would be like. My mind jumped from theory to theory, untill it was tired as well. I lay restlessly, thoughts still floating about.

And I couldn't sleep with the unsettiling feeling in my stomach like something bad was going to happen.

submitted by Sunshine Wings, age 10, nowhere to be found
(December 9, 2019 - 8:47 pm)