Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

Ski Lodge: The Edith Castle

School. The prison that holds you hostage, forcing you to learn unwanted (and usually untrue) information. How dare they create such a horrid system.

You pass the walls covered with lockers and sigh. Finally, it is Friday, but there is still homework over the weekend, and then you will have to return to this prison again on Monday… Luckily, summer vacation is soon. What a time it will be, filled with adventure, relaxation, and little to no math…

You open your locker and gasp quietly. A letter - in a ruby red envelope with your name written on the front - was taped on the inside of the door. The name on the envelope was not your true name, though, but rather, a name only few know you by; your name on the Cricket Chatterbox.

Taking the envelope of the locker door gently, you mutter under your breath, “What’s this?”

You set down your bookbag on the floor and look around. The hall that was just bustling with teachers and students alike was suddenly silent and bare. Doors were still open, you could hear running water from the bathrooms past the corner; as if everyone simply… disappeared.

After a moment of perplexion, you shake your head and ignore the thought, looking back at the envelope. You rip it open and pull out an old, yellowing piece of parchment. At the top of the paper, attached with a rusty paperclip, was a small polaroid picture corresponding almost exactly with your chatterbox name.

Your eyes drift below the photograph, to the actual letter - written in a quick and messy scrawl, a hand unable to have made the delicate cursive on the envelope. The letter reads,

Dear Chatterboxer,

Hello! I am Ophelia, and I hope our letter finds you well. How are you today? I am well, thank you for asking, and I do hope you asked.

Now, enough formalities! I wrote you this letter for a reason, of course, not just to gain a new penpal. (Though you would make a wondrous penpal, I’m sure)

Ginger has informed me that you have been having some troubles? Boredom, I presume? Maybe falling behind in your classes? You desire a vacation. But one longer than a weekend. Better than summer vacation! Well, desire no more, my dear friend! With the photograph attached to this letter and the number on the back, you are granted an expense-paid vacation to the historic Edith Castle!

Of course, you are not required to come, but me and the others are becoming quite lonely here. No guests, not for years. Xavier is becoming skittish. Helen and Ginger are growing impatient. Myself as well…

This letter may just be our last chance at salvation.

We do hope you visit us.

— Ophelia Edith

You look up from the letter, but your head quickly snaps back. A note at the bottom of the page…

P.S., it read, Please fill out the form on the back of this paper before you come! It will aid us greatly in preparing your room and the festivities.

You, once again, look up from the letter, this time not returning to stare at the paper until a few moments have passed. Edith Castle… What a pleasant surprise! you think. You flip over the paper and fish a writing utensil from your bag, then begin filling out the form excitedly.

Magic awaits at Edith Castle!

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The Form--

Name:

Nickname, if applicable:

CBer or AE:

Pronouns:

Appearance:

Personality:

Packing list (Note that toiletries will be provided):

Number on your picture:

Dietary restrictions and/or preferences:

Hobbies/interests:

Greatest fear:

Cats, dogs, or hamsters?:

Introverted or extroverted?:

What does Ophelia look like?:

What is the most recent song you have had stuck in your head?:

What writing utensil did you fill out this form with?:

Other:

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Author’s Notes:

- Spots are open until June 12th, with no limit to guests

- We will begin sometime in late June, though I still do not know the exact date

- AEs are welcome, though CAPTCHAs are not allowed; you are allowed to bring up to 3 AEs each

- Feel free to guess me or ask questions