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I don't know if Gelato will be in again, but if they are I'll definitely tell you. I'm just kind of winging it, you know? Cho, I take it you like it? Thanks! I read too much, and it goes to my head and makes me want to write! I'll try to add as soon as I can.
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Day 13? (Ooh, that's unlucky. I pity today's victim!)
In the morning, the murderer grinned. It was the Thirteenth Day. This was going to be good.
Cho blinked the sleep out of her eyes. What was wrong? Why were all the lights out? She groggily went about her morning, suddenly realizing that the lights weren't actually off, the building was. All the windows were foggy and black. The normally glowing Prismarine had fallen dark. Cho, suddenly awake, ran to the Grand Hall to see if Scylla knew what was going on. Cho tripped several times on the way there, and it seemed as though luck was not on her side. She arrived late, and Scylla had already started the day's announcements.
Abigail was already in the hall when Cho came breathlessly in. Abigail patted the chair next to her, and Cho gratefully took a seat. Abigail held a finger to her lips and gestured up at Scylla. "O hate to put you at unrest," Scylla began, "but the reason a lot of you are experiencing bad luck is because this is your Thirteenth Day at Prismarine. Superstitiously, thirteen is unlucky, so perhaps that's why this day will be bad. A note to the murderer: I know who you are. I don't appreciate what you're doing, but I won't stop it. Please find more creative ways to kill people."
Later that day, Ditty held a concert to brighten the mood. It was strange — there were singing pineapples. They were giant, perfectly ripe pineapples with sunglasses and leis, and they were singing. Nobody had seen the like before. "Kind of reminiscent of the luau we came here for," Somebody muttered to Shadow. Shadow nodded. "Just enjoy the concert," she murmured back. "We'll all be dead soon so it doesn't even matter." Somebody grinned evilly. "Or maybe not." Shadow sighed. "Quit it!" The strangest thing that happened during that concert wasn't the dark. It wasn't Somebody's attitude. It wasn't even the singing pineapples. It was when it started raining cats. No dogs, only cats. Black cats. "Oh no," Aquina whispered. "This is bad." Glancing at the cats' flashing claws as they poured from the ceiling, she added, "Very bad." Everyone fled the room, covering their heads in a futile attempt to protect themselves from the relentless tide of cats. Soon, only Aquina was left. And someone else. . . .
The murderer slowly crept out of the shadows. Aquina stood alone in the room, save for the cats. A perfect target. She was bruised and battered from the downpour, which has stopped. The murderer would barely need to do anything at all. Casually sauntering up to her, the murderer waved and said, "Hi, Aquina." Aquina gasped. The murderer cackled, picking up a cat. It twisted the cat into a missile shape, despite its painful yowls. The murderer politely nodded to Aquina, then took aim and shot the cat off at Aquina. It was frightened, claws outstretched, and buried itself into her. She collapsed, the cat dying with her. . .
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R.I.C. Aquina. Rest In Cats.
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Mwhahaha…..The plot thickens…..
(Could you post a list of everyone who is still alive? Thanks!"
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Where are the diaries? This doesn't feel like a real ski lodge without the diaries!
Day Fourteen (Ooh, only like eleven days left! Yay!)
The next day, some strange custodian army cleaned up the wreckage of Day Thirteen and Chateau d'Prismarine was restored to its prior state. The day progressed as normal, or as normal as it can get with a hotel full of five CBers, two Æs, and four CAPTCHAs. So pretty chaotic, especially with Somebody and Shifting Sands still alive. But moving on: today's activity was π wars. Not pie wars, π wars. How this happened was very confusing, and probably completely CB fueled. The occupants of Prismarine were throwing tangible math equations at each other, and if the recipient of the equation couldn't solve it in exactly 3.14159 seconds or less, the equation exploded with a nasty surprise onto the recipient. Some were pleasant, however. Meox was splashed with a cherry pie filling.
This activity took place in a canvas covered, self cleaning room somewhere in the east wing of o Prismarine, so whatever things happened in it wouldn't stain. Scylla was particular about the Prismarine tiled floor, so they did their best to not get it messy. Cho tossed 5+7 at Taxicab, who quickly answered, "12!" The equation, solved, disappeared in a puff of silver glitter. The CAPTCHAs had been given "free chat" for this game. Now Ditty reached into her bag of equations, pulling out 1+3. She lobbed it at Sir Galahad, who faltered for 3.141591 seconds too long. The equation exploded in a burst of a smelly, brown liquid. "Eww, what was that, Ditty?" Sir G. complained. "I don't know," Ditty answered. "Maybe Grandma's bean soup?" She laughed.
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Day Fourteen, continued
The murderer, unbeknownst to Sloth, had a deadly equation. It was impossible to solve, and when it exploded, it would explode with poison. So the murderer called, "Hey, Sloth, I've got an equation for you!" Sloth turned around, ready to receive the equation, so the murderer threw it. It was |x•5÷7|. Sloth didn't know the answer. The equation burst open in an explosion of violent, acid green. It ate through Sloth, leaving a pile of goo behind. Everyone stopped and stared, but the murderer had thrown an invisibility equation on itself during the confusion and had darted away.They later had a funeral, Cho sobbing. Everyone tried to console her, but she was only at peace the next day because no one mentioned any of the deaths.|• √ π ÷ × =|R.I.P Sloth. Rest In Poison.|• √ π ÷ × =|WHO'S ALIVE?ChoSomebodyShadow DragonAquinaMeoxFruit BasketShifting SandsTaxicabDitty-
Poor Sloth. I always knew he would die in an attack from an equasion.
*falls out of spinny chair laughing*
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*Recording begins*
HI! Ditty here! Scylla was complaining about no diaries, so I thought I'd cheer her up! It's fun, having the control of the recorder instead of TARDISrider. Bye, TARDISrider! Guess I'm in charge of this possy now!
Taxi: Iimm stil here.
Ditty: Not really. AEs rule. CAPTCHAs are next in line.
Anyhoo, what was I saying?
Oh, yeah.
WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!
*Runs away screaming with tape recorder on the ground. Taxicab picks it up.*
Taxi: Annd this iiss whhy CACH arre betr than AAEs (and this is why CAPTCHAs are better than AEs)
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*Waves Hand Shyly* Scylla/Story Spinner? Am I wrong to believe that Sir. Galahad is still alive in this story, or not? I don't see his name on the list of who's alive.
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Oh fang I forgot to! Yes, he is indeed alive! I'm so sorry!
UPDATED LIST!!Sir GalahadMeoxChoTaxicabShadow DragonSomebodyFruit BasketDittyShifting SandsAbigail S.And I think that's it.-
I'm still alive, right?
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Read Day 13, please.
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Ah. Oops, didn't see day 13.
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l think l'm the murderer.
Why do l always think that? Shadow, you can't go about murdering every CBer in every Ski Lodge. Sad fact.
Ghostly Cyclone says nyoa. Nayo? That is to say that l'm not the murderer?
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Scylla, please post!!!!!!! I can't wait for the next installment!!!
The ghost of Sloth says bizr. What's bizarre Sloth!? Wait-does this mean I'm going to die? -
Day 15
_______Day 15 was somber. No one could manage a smile, let alone a laugh. It was finally hitting them that they would, in time, die with their friends. The only one not heavy with this dark knowledge was the murderer. It had an even heavier burden on its shoulders, the burden of knowing that it would need to mercilessly kill all these heavy hearted CBers. This thought saddened it, but only slightly. Only slightly. . .______The CBers were having a party in a spare room. Like most rooms in the resort, it had full wall windows with a view of the ocean outside. The CBers tried to have fun, and eventually just gave up. There were singing pineapples and bananas and mangoes, but not even giant, vocalized tropical fruit could cheer them up. At some point, they all just left. All except Somebody. . . . and the murderer.______The murderer, seeing its chance, stuck a knife through the window. It collapsed, the glass shattered, and water came pouring in. No, pouring isn't the word. The water crashed in. Somebody, taken by surprise, tried to stay afloat as the ocean lifted up around her. She was struggling. She'd never bothered to take swimming lessons, so found herself drowning as the room filled up. What happened to the murderer, you may ask? It rode a grappling hook all the way up to the ceiling, then through a trapdoor, safely into the hidden library. Somebody, however, was anything but safe. Even after the glass started repairing itself, it was too late for Somebody. The water drained from the room, leaving her broken body lying on the tiles of the Prismarine Resort's spare room floor.______R.I.S. Somebody. Rest In Seawater.______I hope this doesn't disappoint! More is on the way.-
l like it! Carry on!
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Poor Somebody.
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Day 16
_______The next day at breakfast, Scylla had a new announcement. "Today is the final room change," she began. "We have narrowed down to just nine left. As you can see, there are a lot of empty spots at the table." Everyone murmured in agreement. "Seraia, the rooms please." Seraia handed a manila folder to Scylla. Scylla thanked her, opening the folder. She pulled out a sheet of paper, reading its contents. "Room 1 will have Shadow Dragon, Cho, and Abigail. Room 2 will have Taxicab, Meox, and Fruit Basket. And Room 3 will have Sir Galahad, Ditty, and Shifting Sands. Is everyone happy with this decision?" More murmuring. And so the day began.•••••••[Story Spinner's note: I'm running out of ways to kill you people off!] The murderer decided to kill off Somebody's remaining connection in the Resort de Prismarine. Its next target would be Shifting Sands. It wondered how hard it would be to find and kill Shifting, but was positive that nothing and no one could get in the way of a deranged psycho killer pursuing its next victim. There was no set activity for the day, so everyone was just wandering around the hotel trying not to starve or get too immeasurably lost. The murderer went on a long trip through the undersea resort to find Shifting, but it never grew weary or hungry, for it was motivated. The murderer's search was so long that it made some sort of poem about it.•••••••I am searching for ShiftingI will need to runIf I stop then my targetMay leave to have fun
I'm chasingAnd pacingAnd plotting her courseI'm stridingAnd…..•••••••I promise I'll finish tomorrow!