Thank you all for being patient, as this is late in the day (for me). I apologize in advance for any personality misconceptions, gender errors, etc. If there is a problem as such please point it out. It would help a lot!

Day 1 Part 1

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Squinting at the ceiling, Quill blinked awake. The distant purr of an engine could be heard. As she rolled sleepily out of bed and peered out the window, the purr grew louder. Darkness reigned, yet a few blinking lights pricked the ebony sky. Squinting confoundedly, she pondered at it. Harper walked in and Quill turned.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Quill said. Promptly it dawned on her; the owl, the letter, the key… “Ooh.”

She quickly dressed, brushing her purple-tipped hair, and looked through her backpack for the final time. Out of the corner of her eye the key on her dresser glinted. She picked it up and tucked it in the front pocket of her bag. By this time, the noise was so loud, her room was shaking slightly. Quill and Harper shouldered their bags and tiptoed out their front door. The brilliant star-flecked midnight sky greeted them alongside the chill air, but they hardly noticed. A dark shape hovered over their house—a jet. A rope ladder shot down from it inches from where they stood, causing them to jump back as it thumped to the ground. Quill shrugged and began climbing, Harper staying close behind. The two climbed up into a small luggage room. Some of the racks were full, most notably one holding a large suitcase labeled “Leafpool”. As they looked around, a winch behind them reeled the rope ladder up, and the hatch shut behind it. They moved cautiously through the doorway and came into the compact passenger compartment. Pairs of deep red luxury seats lined either side of the minimal walkway. Red velvet-lined luggage racks were built above the seats, many of them full, and there were small, dark windows by every window-seat. It seemed as though most of the vacationers were already here.

“Quill!” S. Clockwork and Satin were turned around in their adjacent seats. Quill waved and took a pair of seats with Harper near the front end of the miniature plane. No sooner had they sat down when the flight attendant began to speak over the intercom.

“All passengers please take out your keys and sit with your companions. I will be coming to check them shortly shortly.” There was a short bustle as everyone searched their bags for their keys and rearranged themselves. A door opened at the front of the plane, and a smiling dark-skinned young man with short black hair and a handsome red uniform walked down the aisle. Each Chatterboxer in turn showed their silver key and indicated their companions.

When the attendant made his way back towards the front, he walked backwards and said in a deep and amiable voice, “Welcome aboard the Amor Lodge shuttle plane! I will be your attendant today. The bathrooms are at the back near the door, and the snack bar and water fountain are at the front, just behind this door. This trip is all-expenses paid, so all snacks and drinks are free when you show your key. Please enjoy your trip! I’ll be sitting here up front if you need me.” He sat across from Quill and Harper and began to read a book.

Kitten, Cake, and Nihil eagerly made a beeline to the snack bar. Harper looked behind her at the remaining companions, puzzled. Ella Starburst was sitting with her captcha, Ted, and Vyolette with hers, Agatha. Leafpool sat looking dreamily at her miniature statue of Cedric Diggory. Out of them all, she was the only AE.

Feeling slightly lonely, Harper lay back in her seat.

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Darn it! I wanted to join this.

The Sugarbowl has spoken. Four fates are sealed *evil laugh*

I apologize for the rushed transport, and also that I’m terrible at writing dialogue. I’d love to hear theories, input, notebook entries, whatever, though there isn’t much yet to go on.

Day 1 Part 2 

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It wasn’t long before the sun began to rise and they were rapidly approaching the mountains. Despite the hour, everyone was vividly awake.

Gracia, Rogue Wildling and Leo were having friendly discussion of their favorite books. Nihil, who sat with them, had once again disappeared in the direction of the snack bar with Rogue’s key. General Waffleson and Agent Winter were chatting lightly about what they wanted to do that day.

“Snowboarding sounds fun,” Winter mused, “but it seems to require a lot more balance than a skateboard.”

“Yeah,” replied Waffleson vaguely. He glanced out the window. “I wonder when we’ll get there.”

Beside them, Soren was staring contentedly out the window and Viola? was doodling aimlessly in her sketchbook.

Presently the attendant picked up the intercom.

“All passengers please remain in your seats and secure your safety belts. We will be landing shortly.” He then walked back through the front door. There was a buzz of excitement as the aircraft descended and finally landed on a secluded runway. When it had come to a complete stop, the intercom buzzed that it was safe to disembark. The CBers and CBeings gathered their luggage (Vyolette and Satin helped Leafpool with hers), and moved swiftly down the stairway that now projected from the jet, laden as the were. They shivered as an icy wind whipped the snowy mountainside. Barren trees glittered with ice. Evergreens were laced daintily with snow. An owl hooted somewhere in the dense winter woods before them. They looked up the mountain, trying to catch a glimpse of the lodge.

“Where is it?” Kitten asked nobody in particular.

“Nearby,” said a soft voice. An auburn-haired young woman in a long, faux-fur-lined pink coat stepped out of a clump of trees. She watched them curiously.

“Who are you?” Ella Starburst asked curiously..

“Oh, nobody,” The girl said mysteriously, “Only your host.” She smiled serenely at them. “You may call me Rose.” She watched them curiously another moment They were silent. “Follow me.” She abruptly beckoned and walked cheerily down a wide pathway the Chatterboxers hadn’t noticed before. They followed.

As they walked, large, white flakes began to fall, completing the majestic scene that several made a mental note to draw. Although the snow was quite heavy, they began to notice that the pathway remained clear and dry. Not a speck of snow could be seen on the clearly marked trail.

Leo tried to kick snow onto the path, but as soon as it hit, it immediately disappeared. “Fascinating,” he muttered.

Presently the company came upon a wide clearing. In the center stood an immense hotel building, apparently made out of wood. Hundreds of windows accented the many decorative log balconies. Smoke drifted from several chimneys atop the snow-covered roof. Large, grand glass double doors stood proudly within the central gable. Rose marched up to them and they swung open on cue. The visitors followed her into a lobby, full of luxurious sofas, armchairs, and small antique coffee tables. Lush oriental rugs were spread about the floor, and a cheery fire was burning in the fireplace.

“Welcome to Amor Lodge! Please make yourselves comfortable.” Rose gestured to the sitting area. She pulled a string that hung from the ceiling, and hidden speakers began playing Mozart.

Bewildered, the guests sunk into the sofas and gradually more subdued chatting ensued. Cake and Agatha, who were shivering, curled up by the fire. Rose sat on a nearby armchair and began doodling on an IPad.

“Miss Rosetta?” A tall young man in a deep crimson suit entered and swept over to Rose.

“Yes?” Rose replied with a slightly amused look.

“The rooms are prepared, and the meal is ready.”

“Thank you, Mister Jameson. And for the eighty-billionth time, James, call me Rose.”

The young man nodded hastily and left the room, seemingly flushed. Rose stood up, and at once the chattering Chatterboxers ceased to chat.

Rose clapped her hands together. “So,” she said, loudly so that it echoed off the walls, “shall we go to your rooms?” There was a delayed murmur of assent, unheard by Rose, who was already leading the way.

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I was guessing that you were Vyolette, though she has confirmed that that is not the case.

I don't know how I could have guessed the murderer, seeing as no one has died yet… or have they? *tries to come up with an accurate emoji to put here and fails*

Okay, are you… Spiffycat/Jithkeeper? 

As the guests were picked up in the middle of the night, Day 1 technically hasn’t started yet. Soon it will, though… *rubs hands together mischievously*

As my excessive use of adverbs will likely betray me, I am no longer replying to guesses unequivocally until further notice. Good day to you.

Day 1 (Intro) Part 3 (final)

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The guests followed their enthusiastic host into a hall, up an elevator, down two more corridors, and finally through a tawny, polished wooden door marked with a star. A comfortable suite greeted them, complete with a richly furnished sitting room, a spotless kitchenette, and two smooth wooden desks. Blinding sunlight reflected off the sparkling snow, pouring in from the several windows in the room. Six wooden doors were arranged around the walls of the sitting room,  five almost invisible to the wall except for the mahogany number plaques that were mounted on them. The sixth itself was of dark mahogany and bore no plaque. Rose clapped her hands together again.

“Welcome to the Chatterbox Suite, so dubbed, and henceforth so until such is no longer in my power.” She smiled, and for a moment the young woman’s eyes gleamed with a childish ecstasy, as if she longed to be one of them. She unfolded a piece of paper from her pocket.

“Ahem. Here are your room arrangements:

Leafpool (and Cedric), Kitten, And Ella Starburst will be in Room One; Quill, Harper, Viola?, and Satin will be in Room Two; Agent Winter, Rogue Wildling, General Waffleson, and Soren Infinity will be in Room Three; Gracia, S. Clockwork, Leo, and Vyolette will be in Room Four; and finally, the Captchas, Ted, Agatha, Nihil, and Cake will occupy Room Five.” All of the Captchas and several of the CBers skipped off to their designated rooms. Leo raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“Where does that door go?” He pointed to the dark, unmarked door.

“That is the bathroom.” Rose replied placidly.

“Oh.” Leo said quickly, sounding slightly disappointed.

“If you’re looking for a suspiciously hidden closet, there’s one over there.” Rose gestured calmly to the faint outline of a door no one had notice before. The lingering guests looked from her to the closet incredulously. Rose laughed. “What’s a large old-fashioned lodge without a few secret passages and hiding places? What’s the fun in it if there aren’t any?” She chortled to herself and swept out of the room. The remaining CBers filtered in to their own rooms, deciding to themselves that they were beginning to like this Rose person. Only Satin and Rogue Wildling stayed behind to examine the hidden door.

The rooms were, for the most part, very similar. Each contained four twin-sized beds with red velvet coverlets and pillows, a miniature mahogany chest of drawers beside each, and several red velvet rugs and matching lamps. There was only a single closet per room.

“Do you mind if I take the closet?” Leafpool asked Ella Starburst and Kitten when they had started unpacking. They both shook their heads, eyeing Leafy’s enormous suitcase.

The Captchas’ room was slightly different than the other four. For one thing, there were no beds. Instead, two large square velvet cushions were arranged on the red-carpeted floor for Cake and Agatha, and two small velveted cots for Ted and Nihil. Above, and around the walls stretched a red velvet upholstered jungle gym-obstacle course, safety-ensured by a red-roped net beneath. Cake, Nihil, and Agatha climbed straight to the course while Ted napped.

Once all had somewhat unpacked, they began to wander to other rooms.

Vyolette and Ella Starburst were having a blast watching their Captchas climb on the course (“That is so neat!”); Gracia and General Waffleson were trying all the chairs and sofas in the sitting room (“They look so similar, but this one’s way more lumpy.”); Leo and Rogue Wildling were prising around the now not-so-secret door, trying to figure out how to open it (“I wonder if there’s some secret catch somewhere?”).

Quill, Harper, S. Clockwork, and Satin were browsing the kitchenette.

“There might be something in this mini fridge… but it’s locked.” said a dismayed S. Clockwork, surveying it. “What’s the point of that?”

“To keep uninvited persons out.” replied Satin, tapping a large, almost hidden keyhole on the side. She produced her key from her pocket and turned it in the lock. The fridge popped ajar with a click. S. Clockwork pushed it open eagerly, but there was nothing inside.

“Huh. That’s odd.”

“Funny thing,” Harper said as she and Quill came over, “all the cabinets are locked and empty too.” Satin crouched down and looked around in the fridge.

“I wonder…” She turned a odd small dial on the side and a bowl of white chocolate drizzled popcorn “popped” into existence on the top shelf. They all jumped back, alarmed. Satin grinned.

The bathroom was a pink-, red-, and white-tiled masterpiece. Five red toilet stalls faced five mosaic sinks, white concrete, inset with shards of pink and red glass. Ornate mosaic mirrors were mounted above each one, and a pink glass chandelier hung from the ceiling. Viola?, Soren Infinity, Kitten, and Agent Winter put their toiletry pouches on some empty shelves by the sinks.

“All this for a bathroom?” Agent Winter commented incredulously.

“It may be excessive, but it sure is impressive.” Viola? quoted poetically, gazing at the chandelier. Suddenly classical music started playing very loudly through unseen speakers.

“Attention guests,” spoke the bubbly voice of Rose, “Brunch is served! Descend the hall elevators to the Ground Floor, and follow the signs to the brunch room. We have waffles!” There was a brief beep as the intercom turned off. The girls looked to each other and silently left the bathroom, following the others out of the suite. The day had begun.

—— End of Day 1 Intro ——

Let me know if you think the first murder should be on Day 1 or Day 2… I’m still deciding. 

Guys, I'm so sorry! I just realized.

If I'm not mistaken, Nihil and Leo are both girls? So sorry about that little mix-up… :/ 

Hey, is this still going?

This is certainly still going! March is one of my busiest months, but I'm still working at this.

I sincerely apologize for the wait. Please enjoy the first murder installment…

>:)

—— (For real this time) Day 1 Part 1 ——

The Chatterboxers spilled out of the enormous double-sided elevator into the open first floor of the lodge. The morning sun was brighter than ever through the multiple floor-to-ceiling windows. Following the signs, they soon arrived at glass double doors bearing plaques emblazoned BREAKFAST ROOM. Even before they entered, the delicious scents of food greeted their nostrils.

The Breakfast Room was alight with several miniature chandeliers and wall-length windows. Sunlight glinted on the dully polished round wooden tables scattered across the red-carpeted floor. Each table was set with four velvet-cushioned wooden chairs, red cloth napkins, rose patterned china, and intricate silver. A long counter ran along two walls loaded with eggs, toast, bagels, fresh fruit, cereal, waffles, pancakes, crepes, berries, potato patties, oatmeal, pastries, and packaged condiments. In one corner, a mini fridge housed white, chocolate, and strawberry milk, yogurt, boiled eggs, and bottled juice. In another stood a hot chocolate dispenser.

Suddenly everyone was hungry. They all grabbed paper plates and began loading them with whatever suited their fancy. By the time most were reasonably filled, they had settled into quiet chatting. Only Kitten, Leafpool, and Ella Starburst (who sat together) noticed the silent figure of Rose, looking on from under an empty table, the only one with a tablecloth. She met their gaze and winked. A sudden beep of the intercom in the speakers put a hush over the conversation. Still hidden, Rose held a walkie-talkie to her lips.

“Attention all guests! We are ready for the first groups of skiers. If you haven’t finished eating, no hurry, you can go with the next group. If you do not wish to ski, snowshoe, showboard, tube, or sled, please remain in this room as well. However if you are ready to brave our arctic tundra, FOLLOW ME!” And with that, Rose appeared from beneath the table and stood by the door. Nearly everyone followed her out of the lavish dining room. Only Rogue Wildling, Gracia, and S. Clockwork remained, bested by curiosity–or a stomachache.

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Kitten, Ted, Leo, Waffleson, and Viola? stood atop one of the slopes. Rose had assigned groups and handed out waterproof walkie-talkies and holsters to everyone.
“It will alert us all if it’s submerged in water.” she had explained. At that moment Viola?’s device had given a loud whistle. Satin, who had been standing next to her, had jumped back, startled. Rose had frowned, but said nothing.

The five pushed off and sped down the snowy slant. “Eeep!” yelled Ted, as he swayed and dodged a bump. General Waffleson swerved and launched off of one, grinning. Leo pushed along thoughtfully, while Kitten and Viola? were laughing as they nearly kiltered off balance several times. All of them lost control and fell in a heap when they reached bottom, except for Ted, who had somehow remained upright.

“Wow, captchas have great balance!” Viola? mused as she staggered to her feet. Ted blushed and fiddled with his ski poles.

Meanwhile, Group 3 was still on the way to their slope.

“She had to give us the farthest one, didn’t she?” Vyolette panted, dragging her sled.

“I don’t know what your problem is,” Leafpool chirped as she pulled Cedric Diggory’s sled along effortlessly with one hand and her pink snowboard with the other, “it’s beautiful out here.” Satin trundled behind them silently with Cake on her sled.

“Yeehaw!” Agent Winter swooshed down Group 4’s hill on her ice blue snowboard, wiping out at the bottom. Quill and Agatha looked at each other and raised their eyebrows, if a cat can, in fact, raise their eyebrows. Slowly they boarded a sleek lavender toboggan and slid down the icy slope into the fresh powder at the base. Winter was already up and tossing snowballs at nothing in particular.

Rogue, Gracia, S. Clockwork, and Rose were in the middle of an intense Monopoly game when a strange, creepy tune began blaring. Though her face looked concerned, there was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she nonchalantly removed an odd device from her pocket and examined it.

“Oh dear.” She said with the same calmness, but her face showed otherwise. The Chatterboxers looked at each other, confused but slightly unnerved.

Group 2 trudged through the deep snow, peering round for any sign of the lift.

“I think I remember it being in this direction,” Leo shouted over the wind. She led the way around a clump of trees. The others followed, growing fatigued from pumping their ski poles.

“Guys! The snow’s smoother over here,” Viola? pushed herself out of line onto a flat patch of snow. The others turned to look and froze where they stood, but not from cold. Viola? shrieked and fell straight through the ground with a loud crack. Water spurted up from the Viola?-shaped hole as the group stood horror-struck at the snow-covered frozen river where their friend had stood just moments before. Still stranger, their walkie-talkies didn’t utter a peep.

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Dead: 1

Alive:19

Murderer: At large. No suspects 

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