Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

Standing on the fresh, crisp grass, you look around tentatively. Nobody is there. You peer into the dark depths of the well. The stone bricks are cool on your forearms, and your reflection stares back at you from the dark backdrop of trees in the reflection of the well-water.

Taking a coin from your pocket, you finger the cold, ridged surface. The coin grows warm, and with a slight flick of your fingers, you toss it into the air.

As the coin plops into the glassy water, you catch the faint scent of lemon.

I wish ... you think, I wish that ...

As you think of your wish, you feel cold hands on your back. Before you can scream, before you can think, before you can do anything, you topple into the well.

As you hit the cold water, all you can think of is your wish.

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You awaken to hot sunlight and cool grass. It reminds you, faintly, of something else, of the fresh, crisp grass, but you can't quite place it. You sit up, looking around. You're in a field, full of wildflowers, and the sun is shining down on you. But you aren't sitting on grass.

The stone bricks are cool on your legs. It reminds you of something before, but you ignore it, and stand up. You were sitting on what looked to be a stone door.

A sudden flash of deja vu causes you to check your pocket. There should've been a coin there–wait, why was the coin gone? How did you even know there was a coin there?

You rack your brain, trying to think of answers, but it comes up completely blank, like the smooth surface of a mirror. Like glassy water.

Wait.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

What do you want?

You shake your head, trying to clear those thoughts. But suddenly, you catch the faint scent of lemon.

With nowhere else to go, you follow the scent of lemon.

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Name:

Personality:

Appearance:

Wish:

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This is a ski lodge, but not the same as a traditional ski lodge, oh no. It is something ... different. 

Seven of you may enter.

Only one of you may leave.