100th POST!!!

Hey, I was really looking forward to making this thread's centennial! Whatever. As I was writing earlier. . . 

Day X Part I

At breakfast, everyone could tell that something was wrong. This may have been because Seraia took Scylla's place at the table. Her features looked worried. "CBers," she began, "Scylla is unwell today, so I will assign activities. Please don't go to the Upper West Wing, which is Scylla's quarters, if I assign the task of Wandering. Once you finish your breakfast, I will pass out number cards. Find the Reagent that has your number on its tag and once your group of three is ready to leave, the Reagent will take you to your designated activity. Now, let's begin." 

As she had promised, Seraia handed out numbers. They were 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. The groups were as it follows:

1: Abigail; Sloth; Cyclone

2: Elvina; Shifting; Taxicab

3: Cho; Sir Galahad; Aquina

4: Somebody; Shadow Dragon; Meox

5: Fruit Basket; Balletandbow; Ditty 

The groups found their whirling balls of ethereal light, the Reagents, and took off. 

*Group 1* 

Abigail, Sloth, and Cyclone followed their Reagent down several twists and turns before arriving at a door with a sign over it. The sign read, "Critter Wrangling Room- Be Careful." Be careful? Cyclone thought. Why would I do that? Abigail wondered what on Earth "Critter Wrangling" was. And Sloth just contentedly chomped on a piece of. . . Something. With no further delay, the trio opened the door, stepping through the doorway. . . 

*Group 2*

While Group 1 was wrangling some critters, Group 2 was (naturally) riding sharks. Shifting, of course, was delighted. She loved shark-riding. She and her group happily began racing each other through the shark-riding corral. . . .

*Group 3*

Meanwhile, Cho, Sir G., and Aquina were writing stories. A small, lavender kitten sat upon an old desk in the UnSecret NonHidden Library. Small tendrils of mist curled off of it, and its languid gray eyes held an unknown wisdom. The kitten yawned as the three entered, exposing needle-sharp white teeth. It sat up, waiting until Group 3 had taken seats at some desks, and meowed, "My name is Leovie. Welcome to the Prismarine Writing Workshop."

*Group 4*

Somebody, Shadow Dragon, and Meox were assigned Wandering. Meox was a little uneasy, seeing as the last time she'd wandered, she witnessed Volcano Flame being killed. When she saw the sign above the door, she mewled a tiny mew. Somebody stroked her somewhat soothingly as they entered their room, which turned out to be a giant labyrinth, perfect for Wandering.

*Group 5*

Group 5's activity was Music Making. The room their Reagent led them to was large, and a window covered an entire wall, giving the CBers a view of the ocean. Sunlight dappled the room from the windows, creating a lovely pattern on its prismarine-tiled floor. The room was filled with instruments of all manner, and at the center was a grand piano. Group 5 was astonished to see Scylla playing it. "Seraia said you were sick!" Balletandbow cried. "Music is my healer, my meditation," Scylla replied absentmindedly. Her eyes were distant, gazing at something Group 5 could not see. Scylla began a sad song, a song that sang of depression so clear that the CBers could feel it themselves.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

The Story Goes On. . . Who will die now? 

Hey, Shadow Dragon- Do you think we'll get featured in the next Cricket?

That would be cool. 

Abi: *screams* A DIED! 

A's Ghost: …I noticed…

Ookz: Ktxn!

Abi: I can't beleive it! We're in… two of these, right? Yeah, and in one, I die, and in THIS one, A dies!

A: Well, if you die at least it clears out the suspicion that you're the murderer.

Abi: Yeah, I guess.  Either you're a psychopath who kills everybody, or you DIE! These things are really depressing.

A: YOU are  really depressing. *floats off through wall* 

Lilli Clare

12

Female

Backpack

Sandwiches x999999999999999….

Money ($5,000)

Roller blades x2 pairs

Sunglasses x2

Beach Towels x3

Hunter's Pocket knife x2 

Paper x1000

Pencils x50

Icecream x∞(what?) 

Pudding (the food, not bug) 

Blanket x3

Cot (a kind of fold-up bed)

Tazer gun (nice try, robbers)

MP3 Player

All Harry Potter books. 

Bubblegum x20

Cricket Mags (duh) 

Hoodie x2

Jeans x2

Tank-top x2

Swim suit x5

Shorts x5

Allergy shots x15

A very heavy back-pack  

Lilli, because you're new, you should read things through before you post on them. What would be apparent to someone that read this ski lodge's progress before posting an entry form. We are not accepting new characters, but you're welcome to read it.

Working on Day 10 Part 2! It'll be out tomorrow. 

This is way overdue. But, here I go. I'm
going to cut straight to the point in this next installation.

Day
X Part II

*Group
1*

The
critter wrangling turned out to be riding horseback, wearing a
bandanna, and waving a lasso around to catch unfortunate animals
nearby. The room it was performed in was vast and had a very high
ceiling. It was so much fun that at the end, Abigail and her
groupmates could barely stay on their horses for laughing so hard. They wrapped up, stabling the horses, and headed, by guidance of the Reagents, to the Main Hall.

*Group 2* 

Of course, shark-riding went well. Shifting gave a cry of heartrend when it was over, because she loved riding sharks and rarely got to, but recovered fairy quickly and Group 2 was soon on their way to the Main Hall. 

*Group 3*

Leovie turned out to be a wonderful, creative kitten and gave story starters. As the workshop wrapped up, each CBer in Group 3 shared their story with their Group. Here are their basic plots:

Cho: A fantasy story about Harry Potter where she was sucked up in a vortex and spat out at Hogwarts and saved the world from Voldemort's daughter, Viamena. It involved much riding of dragons, eating treacle tarts, and learning the Wizard Alphabet. [Unfinished.]

Sir Galahad: A legend about valiant knights gallantly fighting to the death to save beautiful maidens from massacre via enemy knights, dragons, and. . . . Coughdrops? [Finished.]

Aquina: A lovely tale of sea creatures battling litter and saving the world from pollutors. [Finished.]

They ended up having a lot of fun and had a spring in their step when they traveled to the Great Hall. Aquina took Leovie with her as replacement for Wingnut for the time being. The kitten absolutely refused to tell CAPTCHAs, however.

*Group 4*

Group 4 found the center of the labyrinth just in time before they needed to go. It contained a portal, a swirling vortex of vivid colors. They stepped through with no qualms and were soon teleported to the Main Hall, where they sat on the table, twiddling their thumbs, as the others arrived.

*Group 5*

The most drama happened here, unfortunately, and the murderer came straight to it, sensing that something big was about to happen. Strangely enough, Fruit Basket and Ditty went on "a bathroom break" but perhaps they too sensed something dramatic on the verge of happening, and, suspecting it was a murder, turned tail in cowardice. Balletandbow was left alone with Scylla, and now, the murderer. Eyes wide in fear, nearly dropping the viola she was holding, Balletandbow hastily backed away, which proved to be the wrong decision. The murderer soon had Balletandbow cornered. Scylla continued her depressing song, Balletandbow already weakened with anguish at the emotion it carried. The murderer, taking advantage of said weakness, slowly and steadily pulled out a small dagger. Balletandbow cried out, upset, as Scylla drew out an especially dramatic, agonized, grief-filled chord. The murderer grinned, eyes narrowed. It pulled the dagger closer to Balletandbow. "Here, let me put you out of your misery," it growled. Then, as Scylla ending her song of mourning, the murderer ended Balletandbow's life. A stack of durable instruments then fell on her, burying her.

Scylla later reported the murder, Fruity and Ditty returned safely, and everyone carried on as usual. Scylla resumed her place as Head and everyone was fine. The end. Or not. . . 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

R.I.I. Balletandbow. Rest In Instruments. Well, that wasn't so hard. I need to be more on time. Don't give up on me! 

Cool! 111'th post, too!!!

Cool! 111'th post, too!!!

Day 11?

Elvina was having a bad dream and the murderer couldn't sleep. It had been roaming Prismarine unnoticed when it  stumbled upon Scylla's hidden Dream Sensor room. Quickly locating a Nightmare Sensor, it tiptoed around, casting for nightmares. Unsurprisingly, Scylla had one. The Sensor's dark blue feathers quivered, sensing that hers was a vivid one, but the murderer ignored it. Scylla had proven to be an ally so far and it'd finish her off later if she proved to be less useful. The Sensor had the appearance of a dreamcatcher, only it was tainted with darkness.. As the murderer padded by Room 1, it picked up a particularly strong signal. Curious, it tiptoed inside, careful with the door. The feathers waved frantically when the murderer reached Elvina. It grinned. It knew who would be the next to die.

Elvina ran along a dark, dank corridor. The walls were damp and reeked of things long dead and moss grew in the cracks of the mildewy stones. Elvina's feet tripped between the stones in the floor, but she kept on running. Something was chasing her. She could hear its pounding footfalls as it thundered behind her. Eyes wide with terror, she continued her dash. The corridor twisted, turned, and wound in seemingly endless lengths. Elvina grew ever tired and longed to stop and take a breath, but the Thing would catch up. She could feel it now, its hot breath on her neck. She could just imagine its sharp teeth closing on her, ending her life. . . . Suddenly, the corridor, Thing, and pain disappeared. Elvina was surrounded by swirling blankness, blanketing her, consuming her- 

Elvina woke up, gasping- or trying to. The murderer had a firm grip on her mouth, preventing her from making any sound. The Sensor lay on the floor, its strings laden with Elvina's Nightmare. It glowed black with threads if light blue cracking over it, but was trapped in the Sensor. Noticing the murderer, Elvina proceeded in trying to scream. The murderer held a finger to its lips. Elvina nodded slightly and collapsed into her bed. She looked exhausted, scared, and- was that calmness? The murderer was supposed to invoke terror, not peace!

Elvina knew that the murderer was standing over her, and she knew she was going to die. She accepted it, not protesting when the murderer pulled out some strange obsidian rod that crackled with fuschia energy. She somehow knew it would be used to kill her, and wasn't surprised when the murderer lowered it to her forehead and everything went black.

The murderer, skittish from the kill, pocketed the Deathstick and dashed out of Room 1 at the slightest stirring from one of the CBers there. It silently exited to its own room, hiding its weapons and hopping into bed. It then pretended to fall asleep, lying in wait for its next vision, plotting its next victim's demise. The Nightmare-filled dreamcatcher lay on the floor of Room One, the dream it held glittering in the moonlight beams from the ocean on the other side of the window. It was never retrieved, but lost to time and probably lies there still.

Ditty later found Elvina's body and they had a memorial. 

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R.I.B.D. Elvina. Rest In Bad Dreams.