Yeah! I can finally post! I know I said I would two days ago but was out of time. :grabs chart of CBers in ski lodge: All set to go!

Day 8

Volcano Flame groaned. "I can't believe we've been here over a week and nothing even remotely exciting happened." Shifting, wearing a maniacal grin, remarked, "I think it's been brilliant! I mean, shark riding and fighting Curio? That's sweet!" The two were in the hall that lead to the Grand Hall. Once they reached it, they noticed that everyone else was there already. Scylla dipped her head in acknowledgment to them as they took their spots at the table. She began the morning announcement. "It appears as though Elsa was not assigned a Room yesterday, which may be why she was assassinated later in the day. Seraia and I will ensure that in the future, you will all have Rooms to stay in so that you will not be targeted." She sighed. "The murders have proved to be unavoidable nonetheless. However, please make a concerted effort to stay safe. Breakfast may begin." 

Once everyone had finished eating, they drifted off to wherever they wanted to go. Meox stumbled by chance onto a trapdoor, falling into the Super Secret Subbasement Of A Lower Elevation Than Florida (SSSOALETFL, also called SOAL by Scylla and her [very small] staff). The SOAL was eerily quiet, and the small cat fluffed out its fur against the draft drifting through the basement. It was lit by a couple dusty lanterns. The corroded stone floors were bare save for cobwebs and a few crates. Meox meowed, eyes big as moons, to break the silence. Its meow seemed to have been swallowed by the silence itself. It gulped anxiously and padded on. The CAPTCHA soon reached a plain oak door that was ajar. Light filtered from it as well as soft music. Delighted, Meox purred and pushed the door open. It was horrified by what it saw.

Meox carefully padded into the room. There were soft, glowing lamps and fuzzy, carpeted floors. A small table held a phonograph that played old music. There were squishy chairs and a crackling fire in the fireplace. It all looked cozy, save for the scene in the center. Fur fluffed out as far as it could and eyes frozen wide in terror, Meox watched Volcano Flame being murdered.

The murderer grinned. It had been waiting a long time to get its hands on Volcano. It had no idea how, exactly, to kill her but decided to wing it. The murderer was unaware of one frightened cat frozen at the doorway. It advanced on Volcano, a bucket of ice water held in hand. Volcano Flame faced it, determination lighting greater fire in her (?) eyes. Fire raced up and down her figure, hands clenched into fists. The murderer whipped the bucket of water from behind its back, startling Volcano. It had guessed right. The only way to kill her was to douse her soulfire in ice water. 

The murderer had no second thought about throwing the bucket at Volcano. The bucket sailed in a graceful arc to land straight on Volcano's head. The water battled with her flames, sizzling and smoking. Volcano looked terrified, rooted to the spot as water and ice cubes dripped down her, putting out her flames. . .  Soon, she was just a pile of ash on the carpet. The murderer tossed the ashes into the fire, watching them burn with a delirious, demented expression that slightly resembled satisfaction. It still didn't notice Meox as it exited the room, fire still smoldering. 

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R.I.E. Volcano Flame. Rest In Embers. 

Admins, please notify me if my ends get too violent. Thank you!

Top!

Wingnut says bbeb.

Bib? Bed? Bye-bye 

16 people left and I am one of them. Gulp. Great job Scylla

Day. . . . Is it 9 now?

Somebody wanted to toss Cyclone out the window. Only that would result in imminant flooding, so she restrained herself. Cyclone: The creature that never seemed to sleep. Somebody half-wondered if Cyclone was the murderer. Suddenly bored, she padded off to the Grand Hall for breakfast.

There was no announcement that day, and everyone went off to do what they pleased. Critic A. and Ditty found a secret library through a hidden door in the attic. "Php," Ditty said. "I'd rather be partying." Then he left. Critic was left alone in the library. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scents of dust and old books. There were comfortable plush chairs, perfect for sitting down and reading in, and books. Possible thousands of books, all stacked up on shelves. The shelves, as well as the books, were coated in dust. Critic wondered when the last time someone set foot in the library was. Probably not in a long time. Walking over to the shelves, leaving footprints on the faded, dusty rugs. Hand extended, she looked over the spines of the books, brushing away dust from their spines. Selecting a favorite, she sat down in a chair, sinking down into the plush. Opening the book, she began to read.

The murderer, with the practiced hand of a thief, noiselessly opened the door. Spotting Critic in her chair, it padded silently over. Critic, immersed in her book, paid no mind as the murderer tossed "Carnivorous Enhancer" spell powder over her chair. It sprouted teeth, sharp teeth, and Critic giggled, dazedly brushing them away as she flipped a page with her other hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, the chair swallowed her up, gurgling slightly. Critic, sensing something was wrong, threw down her book. Her eyes were wide with panic as she saw the murderer stand silently by, features cruel and hard. She started to scream, but a strangled squack came out instead as the chair finally finished her off. A fat tongue came out, swiping over its plush lips. Teeth poked out, and, sensing the murderer, the chair opened its maw, hopping toward it. The murderer looked panicked and hurriedly tossed "Passive Powder" spell dust on the chair. It fell still. The murderer brushed dust off its sleeve, stalking out of the library.

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R.I.C. Critic A. Rest In Chair. 

I forgot to add- Critic A.'s last thought before the chair swallowed her was, "Ditty's lucky he (?) didn't stay."

WHO'S ALIVE:

Story Spinner (Duh!)

Sir Galahad

Ditty

Elvina 

Balletandbow

Sloth

Aquina

Taxicab

Abigail

Shifting Sands

Meox

Somebody

Cyclone

Cho C.

Shadow Dragon

Fruit Basket

WHO'S DEAD:

Elsa

Puck

PieSlingerExtreme

TARDISrider

Joan B. Of Arc

Ookz

Wingnut

Critic A.

Volcano Flame 

Sorry, Novelist, but it is way too late to join. The last day to join was November 27th. Again, my apologies.

I am one of the CB'ers, still alive, if anyone wants to guess. If not, that's fine.

Sorry for not posting, a lot's been going on for me and I haven't found time yet. I probably'll make another installation later today.

At last, we begin DAY 10! Whoopee. These will only get more sad, so BRACE YOURSELF. Thank you. Now, we begin at the dawn of Day 10 (Part One). . . .

At breakfast, everyone could tell something was wrong. Seraia took Scylla's place at the head of the table, I NEED TO LEAVE NOW I PROMISE TO CONTINUE TOMORROW OR ANOTHER!!