I always knew I would die over indulging on rolls/croissounts...... oh also, could you do me a favor? Keep an eye on Puck. Now I'm gone, she'll be more mischevious than ever. One of her favorite pranks is exploding chocalate, basically anything that creates chaos. In fact, she's so sneaky that whenever she plays a prank, you think it's someone else who did it and not her. So watch out! 

Sorry! I've been really busy. PSXtreme was a girl.

*Tape recorder clicks on*

TARDISrider's log, Day 3, recording 1.

Joan is dead. PSXtreme is dead. I don't remember who died the first day, but they are dead too.

Taxi! Where's my Sherlock hat? (duno) My bubble pipe? (pfft. lost four yers agoo)

Ugh. Fine.

Anywho, I'mn going to list off a few of my prime suspects:

Puck

Shifting

Voca-

(Ditty: Why are they all AEs? I'm personally offended.)

You know they are all insane.

(Ditty: fine, I forgive you.)

But, yeah. That's about it.

With all this talk about Ditty today, I thought she would be the one to die. That honestly scared me. I mean, she drivs me crazy sometimes, but she is literally a part of me.

(Ditty: Awwww! You really do care!( (Taxicab: Shut uupp, Dity.)

Thanks Tax.

Anyways, I'll be praying. For all of us. I don't want anybody dying.

TARDISrider, Ditty, and Taxicab signing out. 

*Recording ends in eerie silence* 

I am so sorry, guys! I haven't posted for two days! I haven't had time to post long stuff, maybe I'll finish day four today. I am giving no hints about the murderer. 

Diary entry, Aquina W.

I seriously am going mad. Everyone is being picked off and my kittyfish is dead!!! I will probably lathe/trident that murderer, if I don't die first. Ugh. Ghost Wingnut is sleeping (if ghosts can sleep) on my pillow as I write. I hope he said hi to Ghost Joan of Arc. 

--Aquina 

Day 4 Part 2

The machining class was wrapping up. Cho had "fixed" her project, using a chisel to sculpt a crude statue of Harry Potter out of her lump. She said it was her first sculpture and everyone complimented her on how good it was. She beamed and took the attention away from her by asking Volcano to test out the rifle. (It) complied and shot at a target 300 yards away (no one figured out how that distance was possible).

The shark riding had moved onto larger sharks. Shifting was currently racing Taxi on great white sharks. Aquina peacefully sat crosslegged on a whale shark, humming a mantra. Her palms were up, flat on her thighs. The class had moved to the ocean outside. Aquina's whale shark was surrounded by all the other sharks she'd ridden and befriended. Shifting soared up to the surface, surprising a few boaters. Her great white bared its teeth in a smile, and the boaters screamed and sped to shore. Shifting put a hand to her eyes, watching the beach. She saw one of the boaters yelling at a coast guard and pointing to Shifting, gesturing to the guard and back at the shark and Shifting. She grinned and dove back down.

The jam session was going....well. Ditty and Critic A, who were becoming close friends, deemed Puck insane. Fruity was currently trying to calm her as she played a violent series of chords that kept growing louder, faster, and higher. She reached the final, highest chord, and, eyes wild, smashed the guitar against the floor. It lay in splinters, Puck still jabbing at the ground with the fingerboard. She blinked, swayed, and fell down. Sir G. rushed to help her.

At the machining workshop, everyone had finished their projects. Scylla waved her hand and the tables cleared themselves of scraps. Balletandbow had been shaping silver soldier into art, and was happy to see her projects saved. The tools all rose from the tables, hovering, and zoomed into their according bins. The materials sorted themselves as well. "I presume you are all done?" Scylla asked. The Cbers nodded and murmured agreement. "Then I'd like to host a showcase of our projects," Scylla announced. Cheers erupted from the crowd. "I will lower the time bubble during the showcase to catch up on time with the other classes," Scylla enthused. No one replied. Everyone's vision went white and cleared. They began to feel the consistent ticking of time in their inner clocks again.

The riding was wrapping up, as well. Aquina sadly hopped off of her whale shark and kissed each of her friends goodbye and swam back to Hotel Prismarine. Shifting and Taxi were reluctant as well, and Shadow waved forlornly to her tiger shark. Once inside, Aquina wiped a tear from her eye. "I'll miss those guys," she murmured.

At the jam session, Puck woke up. She reached a hand to the bag of tricks at her belt to throw some laughing dust on the crowd, but was shocked to find the bag missing. An expression of pure shock passed over her face, and she wailed, "The tricks! My bag of tricks is gone!" She collapsed, racking sobs shuddering over her. Then they stopped. So did everyone else. "Um..." Cyclone said nervously. "I think she's dead."

All the workshops finished up and went to the main hall. Scylla asked for reports. "Who died?" she asked expectantly. "Puck," Cyclone wailed. "I thought we could have some fun, make some tricks together!" it(?) sobbed. Shifting ran over to offer her condolences. Not everyone was sad. Some were relieved in a rude sort of way. Puck was buried later.

~}{~}{~}{~}{~

R.I.G.P. Puck. Rest in guitar pieces. Sorry I'm killing your team off, Joan! It was the best murder I could think of. CBers, please report any typos you find in my work to me! There are bound to be some. Hallia says gema. I don't know anyone named Gemma, silly!

*Tape Recorder clicks on to the sound of screams and CAPTCHAS*

Will you two shut up? I'm trying to record!

(Ditty: Taxi! Give me back my Whipped cream gun!!)

(Taxi: NNOO!)

Alright, I guess we'll just have to live with it for now.

(Ditty: Taxi took my gun!)

(Taxi: Forr good resn!)

Sorry.

Well, Puck is dead now too. At the top of my list right now, is Critic A. He's too insane to be trusted.

(Ditty: He will be so happy to hear you said that!)

Tell him for me. Right now. Far away.

Yeah. He's crazy. I'm sorry, whoever Critic's AE is, but it's true.

Taxi, what're you doing now?

(Taxi:  Brng thee gunn!)

We need that gun. Keep it. Just keep it away from Ditty.

Volcano is still on the list, but Critic is definetly at the top. 

Anyways, Team TARDIS, signing out.

Keep calm, and stay legendary.

*end recording* 

Day 5 part 1

In the morning, everyone was depressed with the pending doom pressing on them. They couldn't believe that one of their friends was killing them off. Only the murderer was confident, but masked it by melancholy as not to be spotted. Cho could hardly choke down some pancakes, but considerably brightened when Scylla announced the day's activity. "We are going swimming," she sighed. "Seraia will give you magic seaweed," she continued. "Seraia? Seraia?" The woman was instantly at her side, reaching into a pouch on her belt. She pulled out some seaweed and passed it out to the CBers. They were hesitant to eat it, but got it down. Elsa nibbled hers thoughtfully. "It almost tastes like.... Weird. Bubblegum." Abigail laughed. "Mine tastes like cotton candy!" 

"Mine tastes like chocolate," Balletandbow chimed in. The CBers, Æs, and CAPTCHAs enjoyed the magic seaweed. It all tasted like candy. All but the murderer's. It didn't say anything, covering the foul taste up by saying it was gummy bears. Everyone went with it. Soon enough, the CBers were on the way to outside. "Ah, the great outdoors!" Aquina said. "Kenu," Sloth mumbled. Scylla flung open the door to outside, the water not coming in because of some magical barrier. She dove in, switching into sea monster form in an extravagant burst of light. She darted away, fins flashing in the sun rays. Everyone dove in, laughing. Aquina was delighted to be reunited with her shark friends, sitting astride the whale shark once again. TARDISrider was standing/floating on the seafloor when the murderer (though no one knew it at the time) sidled up beside her (?). They slipped their arm around her, pulling a pin out of their sleeve. They pricked TARDISrider, unbeknownst to her, drawing blood. It attracted the attention of several of Aquina's sharks, who darted over. Aquina leaped heroically off the whale shark, the murderer long gone. The sharks attacked TARDISrider, making quite a mess that will be censored, despite Aquina's attempts to harness them. Nothing was left of TARDISrider but a scrap of cloth. A pin glimmered silver on the seafloor, coated in her blood.

Later that day, Scylla gave a memorial to TARDISrider.  Everyone sniffled and was sad. Even the murderer pretended to be mourning and was beginning to question their sanity. Why were they killing off the very people (and animals, and fruit) that had become their friends? Aquina forever scorned her sharks, all but the whale shark. The whale shark was fine. But everyone else was nasty because they killed her friend after provocation by the murderer.

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R.I.S.B. TARDISrider. Rest In Shark Belly. Sorry this was so gruesome and short. It was all I could think of. 

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Please top, I want to contenue this. I want to see who the murderer is. I hope it isn't me.  Or maybe it is. >:)

Legolas says gyny.  Ginny Weasly? Why are you thinking about her?

I am a SLACKER! I just don't wanna post! I also don't want to let you down; and have plans for day 5. So I keep going. TOMORROW.