I FEEL SO FLIPPING USELESS!!!!!! I recognized the Daleks, so why didn't I warn them? And I could probably have flown/fixed the Hotel Le'Spaceship!! Why didn't I speak up!!!

*Slams head into pile of fifty pillow pets and screams at the top of her lungs, conitinues laying there for half an hour. Lemony Snicket comes and falls asleep on her head.* 

Somebody- Oh no, Clock!

Will and Somebody and Rose Bud- (pulls out pie blasters and aims them at confused looking Bunnies) 

(Door behind Cbers opens and last remaining Dalek comes in)

Dalek- YOU SHALL BE EXTER- (SPLATSPLATSPLAT)

Dalek- MMMPH!

Will- Vengence is ours!

Dragonrider- (Shoves Dalek back into hall and slams door) 

St. Owl- All right guys, we're the last remaining survivors, and we need to do our best to stay that way. Let's all watch eachother's backs from now on.

Silvery- (Picks up bunny) Where did all these cute little rabits come from?

Rose Bud- They were the Daleks until Clock shot them all. (sniff, sniff) Heroic Clock.

Silvery-  Oooh. (holds up bunny) Anyone up for some dinner?

Dragonrider- Well at least we won't go hungry! (Confused bunnies turn into very, very scared bunnies ) 

R.I.P. Clock. It was fun having you on our adventures. 

(Takes frying pan and smashes it against face fifty times) AAARRRGGG ! Sorry about that!

Day 10

There is a very fluffy rabbit sitting in the control chair, muttering “Exterminate” every once in a while. Several others are gnawing on German history books.

To most everyone’s delight, their rooms have been repaired from the fire. And their luggage as well.  But some of them are half-empty, a sharp reminder of what happened to them. Room 3 is empty, its occupant eyeing the Dalek-rabbits in the control room. Room 4, on the other hand is as full as when they first entered it. Everyone now has a clock in their room, so they can tell Earth time. Dragonrider avoids looking at it. It reminds her of Clock, who bravely defeated the Daleks and turned them into…….rabbits. Speaking of rabbits, there seem to be many more than there were Daleks. Maybe the spaceship had rabbit problems when it was a hotel. They're all over the place, almost like they’re spying……..

The clocks ring at exactly the same time, over the spaceship, informing everyone that it is midnight and therefore time to get up. When no one does, they go to greater measures and turn the water works in every room. “That sure surprised ‘em.” The clocks giggle to each other, as each and every CBer reluctantly gets out of bed.

Booksy looks around. “Why are there fountains and pools and sprinklers in here?” she asks. “And ugh, l’m wet.”

“It looks like they came out of the floor,” says Katydid. “l wonder who did that.” The resident clock of Room 4 tries to look innocent. Feather picks her way over the puddles  to the door. “It isn’t safe here anymore,” she proclaims, going out the door.  Shifting sighs and follows her.

Lemony Snicket glares at the vast ocean of water that separates him (l’m assuming that Lemony is a he) from TARDISrider, who wonders how long it is until the water turns off. Shadowdancer is still sleeping, and the water rising ever higher. Turgon is huddled on the top bunk with Lemony. “We’re going to drown,” he whispers. TARDISrider just sighs and hopes Shadowdancer wakes up soon.

Baefire awakes with the feeling of being cold. And clammy. And various unpleasant slimy things. And also one very wet rabbit. He sits up and finds out that his bed sheets have turned into soggy pages of a German history book. Yuck. Somebody's sleeping in a pile of sticky German history books, her bed is now non-existent. Which you can guess is not the right way to start off anyone’s day.

Dragonrider wake up to find Spyro sleeping on the other bunk bed. The room is smoky, because of a smouldering pile of German history books, that would’ve been a fire except for the sprinklers. She gropes her way to the door, then opens it in the hall, coughing. She spies Will and Brookeira talking with some other CBers. “What’s going on?” she asks. “Spyro was in my room and it was soaking wet. And smoky.”

Will shrugs. “When l woke up it was freezing cold. And there were icicles everywhere!”

“Me too!” says Brookeira. “Is this some sort of joke?”

“l’ve got a joke for you!” says Somebody. “Why did the chicken cross the-”

“Hehehe, that is so funny!” says Dragonrider. “Hahahaha….” And she doesn’t stop laughing. For one full minute she keeps laughing while the CBers look on. “l-can’t-stop-” she gasps. “This isn’t funny,” says Shadowdancer after five minutes. “Can’t you stop?” Dragonrider can’t speak for want of air. She is growing paler and still laughing.

And suddenly she collapses weakly onto the floor, still laughing.  “Dragonrider?” Katydid asks. “Are you alright?” But she doesn’t answer. You can barely hear her voice anymore. Then not at all.  

“Oh dear,” says Booksy. “l believe she died of laughing. How horrible.” The other CBers are shocked as well. “What a terrible way to die,” sniffs Feather.

“Yes,” says Baefire. “What shall we do with her?”
“Burial in space!” suggests Turgon.

“Open the bay doors!” yells Silvery.

“Goodbye Dragonrider,” whispers TARDISrider.

Everyone else echos this. “Goodbye.”

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R.I.P. Dragonrider. Rest in laughter.

Day 11

“We’re losing control-Ummph!” Yelps Somebody as the asteroid shower hits the spaceship. All the rabbits duck for cover, and the clocks temporarily disappear. The control lights are flickering and those annoying useless, sirens and blinky red lights are on. Like the kind in science fiction movies.

They had very little warning about the asteroid belt, the CBers had woken up to find the rocket boosters in full repair (Thanks to The Teller) and going full speed to…….Somewhere. They didn’t know exactly. They had been eating a breakfast of freeze-dried meatloaf when they saw the asteroids though the window. Unfortunately, no one knows how to operate the spaceship and get them out of the way. Shadowdancer tries pushing some buttons before she is thrown into the opposite wall along with the other CBers in a heap.  “Ugh.” Says Booksy, trying to get to her feet. “This is almost as bad as when we launched off.”

“It’s going to get a lot worste” the Teller hollers above the metallic clanging sound that couldn’t mean anything good. There is a splintering sound. Katy flinches. “TARDISrider?” she asks. “Surely you know a thing or two about spaceship meading?”

“Hm...A bit. l don’t know if it would be enough. First, let’s get out of this asteroid belt. Does this

thing have a joystick? Or a steering wheel?”

And it turns out that there isn’t one. “Well then how do you control it?” asks Will. “One of these big red buttons that says, “Don’t Push”? Or one of the green ones that says “Do push?”

“Push the big red one,” says Brookeira. “It’s bound to do something better than the the green one.”

“Yes!” says Shifting. “People always use reverse psychology to get other people to do stuff.”

“But what if it does do something bad?” asks Feather.

“WELL THEN YOU’RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT!” shouts Will, pressing the button. There is a bang. Then a whoosh. And then the sound of a very confused flying German history book. All is dark. The lights have gone out.  Silence. Then whispers. “Where are we?” asks Spyro. No one answers. Eerie quiet. “Hello?” whispers another voice, one that they thought they would never hear again. “Hotairballoon! We thought you were dea-”

“But l am.” There is a silence so silent it was loud. “You’re a ghost?” Turgon asks. Spyro sniffs. “Where are we, anyways?”

The Teller stands up. “We are here! Now! In the present! That’s all that matters, right?” The CBers untangle themselves and get up. “Ow,” says Baefire. “Light!” Yells TARDISrider. “We need light!”

A radium clock promptly lights up. Several more do around the control room, scattering their green light across the CBers and creating odd shadows that dance about. Why that one almost looks like…….Shadowdancer. The window is cracked in places, like ripples of in a pond. The ghostly HAB drifts over to it. “There’s nothing out there. Just blackness.”

Turgon spies something pooling in a corner of the control room. It looks like molten silver. “Don’t touch it,” says Somebody. “Why?”

“Because it’s-” Turgon sticks his hand into it and looks at it, curiously. “-Mercury. You’re getting mercury poisoning.” Turgon looks alarmed and drops the mercury. “It’s too late,” says Somebody as Turgon crumples to the ground. “Don’t say l didn’t warn you.” She walks away, a shocked and flying German history book looking on. “Turgon!” Booksy rushes over to him, but it is too late. The annoying sirens and blinky red lights turn on. The spaceship starts to fallllllll……..Everyone is thrown into a wall. “Poor Turgon,” says the ghost of HAB. “He’ll be one of us now.”

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R.I.P. Turgon. Did you leave me your ice cream in your will?

((Eh, sorry for the weird formatting. l don't know what happened.))