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Island Paradise Resort!!! Please join!
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You are walking into your neighborhood, miserable. You just got out of school, and it's Winter Break. You should be happy, but you aren't. you are going to be stuck in your boring house the whole break, with no access to the Chatterbox. This is because you are grounded.
For reading. Reading!
Well, that isn't exactly the whole story.
The day before yesterday, you were reading an extremely immersing fantasy novel. You were in the middle of a very suspenseful part when your parent yelled,"Lights out!" You tried to argue, but your parent cut you off. "I don't care how good your book is. You need to get some sleep." You wanted to scream that they didn't understand, that you simply had to keep reading. But you kept quiet; there was no use in arguing. You sighed and turned off your lamp.
Five mintues later, you pulled your covers over your head, along with three quilts on top to make sure your flashlight wouldn't shine through and give you away. You turned it on. It was supposed to be used for emergencies only. And this was an emergency. A book emergency.
You continued reading, feeling excited. You wanted to scream with giddy delight when the main character finally kissed that girl, but you could only smile silently. You wanted to punch the wall when the main character's best friend betrayed him, but you could only grit your teeth. Then that charming wizard guy died. You dropped the book, shaking.
"Nooooooooo!" you wailed. "No, no, no, I hate you, author!"
Your bedroom door flew open, and your parent rushed it. It all went downhill from there.
"I am confiscating your book for two da-" your parent started. Suddenly there was a flash, and the room seemed to shudder. For a second, your parent's eyes turned scarlet. Then everything went back to normal, and you forgot all about that weird thing that just occured.
Your parent's voice was cold. "You are grounded. For the entire Winter Break. No screen time, no blogging, and no leaving the house."
Now you are walking home, dead leaves crunching beneath your feet.
You arrive at your house and open the mailbox. Something flies into your hands. It's a letter:
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Dear Chatterboxer and Book Lover,
You have been invited to be in the first group of people to stay at the newly constructed Island Paradise Resort! The Resort sits on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In fact, the entire island is owned by the Resort. We are its only inhabitants. You will be taken to the island on a first-class private jet. Once you arrive, prepare to have a world of fun!
Our Resort is made up of a four-story luxury hotel, a beautiful beach, a small amusement park, a five-star restaurant, multiple relaxation areas, three thrilling waterslides, a peaceful forest, and absolutely no murders!
And the best part is...it's all FREE*!!!
The length of your stay depends on the number of people attending. If you choose, you may bring one AE and/or one CAPTCHA. We will pick you up from your home. Watch for our purple limousine.
We are not responsible for any pain, excruciating pain, deaths, excruciatingly painful deaths, or pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.
See you there,
Island Manager
*You will have to pay for the popcorn.
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You pack your belongings right away, and as soon as you finish, a shiny violet limousine parks in front of your house. You run outside, dragging your AE and(/or) your CAPTCHA with you. The car door opens, and you get in. Before you know it, you are driven away in a whirl of mauve.
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I will let you all know when we have enough people, and then no more people can join.
And you may start guessing as to who I am starting the moment you join.
submitted by Island Manager, Island Paradise Resort
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
(August 12, 2016 - 8:00 pm)
I am working on Day Thirteen right now.
(August 13, 2016 - 10:28 am)
"Ev'ry day, more wicked!
Ev'ry day the terror grows!
All of Oz is ever on alert!"
DAY THIRTEEN, part one
"I can't believe the whole flippping slide was on fire," Shadowmoon said in disbelief, riping a chunk off her almond croissant. (There was no breakfast theme this morning; the chef had spent all night putting out the fire with the Manager and some volunteers.
"Will the killer blow up the hotel next?" Danie asked worriedly.
"I certaintly hope not," Hermione replied.
"Why? EXPLOSIONS ARE AWESOME!" MP yelled.
"Explosions kill people!" Danie argued.
"This one didn't kill anyone," Shadowmoon pointed out.
"That we know of," Crypto said. "Perrrrrrrsonally I find explosions satisfying and enterrrrtaining. They make me imagine pillarrrrrs of fierrrrry smokle and dust boiiling up frrrrrom the flammable furrry of the restless earth as flames burrrrrn away the tatterrrred fabrrrrriics of human civilization and--"
Mirax whispered something to Whistler, who promptly zapped Crypto in the tail.
Crypto yowled and jumped up, bumping his head on the ceiling. MP cracked up. Crypto glared at him murderously and shut up.
"Thank you, Whistler," Mirax grinned. "Now where were we?"
"What if the killer's going to use more fire and destroy the whole island?" someone asked.
"Can we stop talking about the fire that's over and done with?" Danie suddenly said, slamming her drink onto the table. "And discuss more important matters?"
The CBers didn't know what they were missing.
"Um...what matters are those?" CL asked.
Danie looked slightly hurt that they didn't know. "Squeak!" she said. "Squeak is missing."
"Oh," hermione said softly. "We're sorry--"
"The killer's the one who should be sorry," Danie snapped. "I just want to know where my AE is."
"Mirax! Mirax!" someone interrupted. It was Saphira. "Hey, my laptop's not working. Could you fix it? You're the tech and mechanics genius around here."
"Sure, later I'll ask for it. The Manager'll be coming any minute," Mirax replied. "Though I'm not really a mechanics person. Sure, I can handle Whistler here..."
"Oh, don't be modest," Hermione smiled.
Just then, the speakers blared to life with music. "Silence! A message from the king! A message from the king! A message from the kiiiiiiiiiiing!"
"Couldn't resost," Owlgirl said with a slight smile, but her smile faded as she went on. She didn't have a Hamilton t-shirt on today; instead she wore a gray and black blouse, a black open cardigan, and black jeans. "First, I have news about Squeak." Everyone looked at Danie, whose lips were tightly pursed. "Sadly, the shattered remains of Squeak's glasses were found by the Plunge."
Danie didn't seem to process what she was hearing. "What do you mean? Did he take them off? Squeak needs his glasses to see. He wouldn't take them off. Did they fall off in a struggle? Is he kidnapped?"
The Manager stepped forward and placed a hand on Danie's shoulder. "The glasses were in the fenced-off section beneath the slide. They...only could've ended up there if they'd fallen. From the slide.
Danie's eyes widened. Her gaze dropped the floor, and she said nothing.
"So the nervous mouse-boy slid to a fierrrrrry death. Oh goody," Crypto said blandly.
MP got face-to-face with the cat CAPTCHA. "Now hat's a line even I don't cross."
Danie shook her head. "No...I...I think that's what Squeak would've said." Her mouth curved in an almost-smile. "He was so sarcastic and unempathetic as a unicorn."
Awkward silence. Nobody knew what to say.
The Manager cleared her throat. "Squeak will be honored into a commemorative service for those we have lost. It will be held today, and all are welcome to attend."
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(August 13, 2016 - 7:23 pm)
Sorry that was so short, guys. My mom set my bedtime to 8:30. More will come today.
I have a week now until school starts--I will finish the story by then.
(August 14, 2016 - 9:18 am)
(August 14, 2016 - 10:08 am)
DAY THIRTEEN, part two
There was some surprise at the fact that Brookeira's counterparts were attending the service, becausethey were so crazy and for some, murder suspects.
"I suppose I'll mourrrrrn herrrr," Crypto said blandly, without a hint of emotion. "Forrrrr the food. That's the only thing I'll miss. Piesterrrrr does an absolutely lousy job of feeding me. He gave me dog food yesterday. Dog food!"
MP shrugged at Crypto's comments. "I'll miss Brookeira. She was pretty cool, especially when she'd buy me PIES!"
The vacationers were seated in a circle on the beach. A few were wearing black, but most weren't. When they packed for the trip, they hadn't been expecting to go to a service for people who'd died.
The Manager said, "We are gathered here to day to remember those we have lost..."
"Oh, poor Vixtion," Clouded Leopard sighed.
"I miss playing with her. She really knew how to have fun," Nougat added.
"After this morning, I feel kind of...hollow inside." She paused. "And I'd like to say a few words about Marie, since she has no one to speak for her. Marie, she was so nice," Danie said. "We didn't believe in her, and I regret that, because in the end, she was innocent.
"I wish we'd known sooner. It would've made her happier," Shadowmoon added. There were nods of agreement and shame.
"And September," Hermione said sadly. "She was so afriad. I suppose she's at peace now."
Whistler made a long, sad noise descending in pitch. Mirax simply bowed her head.
"Goodbye, Brrrrookeirrrrra. Hello, crrrrrummy dog food," Crypto complained. MP not-so-discreetly slapped him.
Teacup brought out the blue lock Sprankje gave her. "Spkj," she moaned. Hermione picked her up and cuddled her soothingly.
Bumblebuddy was holding a tall glass of water with elegant swirl designs ccreeping up from the bottom. For the first time since the fall of her CAPTCHA, she looked vunerable, like she was trying not to cry. In a slightly shaky voice she spoke up. "Tulip and Spirit-rain will forever be in my heart." Her eyes narrowed. "And the killer will forever be someone I hope to die." She held up the glass.
"I got this from the chef. I want to keep it in my room, as a way of remembering Tulip and Spirit-rain. The water of course, represents Spirit-rain. Rain is part of her name, and she always loved water. Splashing in it, playing with it...she'd beg to go outside when it rained. And for Tulip, I wanted a tulip of course...but I haven't found one. Do you know where I can get one?"
Danie raised her hand. "I saw one in the hallway. I can go get it for you."
Bumblebuddy nodded. "Thanks."
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(August 14, 2016 - 4:44 pm)
Note: No, this is not by any means an attempt to steal or copy The Host's Hamilton kareoke. If you check a few pages back, Kestrel asked if I would have a Hamilton kareoke, and I said yes, I had already been planning to do so.
DAY TWELVE, part three
"Oh my Gandalf, these are so cool!" Hermione exclaimed.
Shadowmoon shrieked with delight, and Clouded Leopard put her hands over her mouth, blue eyes shining. "Where did you get these?" she inquired.
Hermione, Shadowmoon, Clouded Leopard, and Owlgirl, also known as the Island Paradise Hamilton Squad, were packed in owlgirl's walk-in closet while the rest of the vacationers were in the kareoke room ("Why didn't you tell us there was a kareoke room?!") awaiting a "special kareoke performance."
Owlgirl was grinning broadly as she proudly displayed her rack of Hamilton/colonial costumes.
"I already owned three colonial costumes--two dresses, one male outfit--before I even knew about Hamilton. This light blue hoop skirt one here..." She took a dress off a hanger. "...is actually from Mount Vernon. Looks a lot like Eliza's huh?" The girls nodded. "After I became obsessed with Hamilton, I ordered some custom Hamilton costumes."
"Ooh! Ooh! We can be the Schuyler Sisters!" Clouded Leopard cried. "I call Angelica!"
"Aww, I was going to say that," Shadowmoon complained. "Fine then, I'll be Eliiii-za," she sang. Owlgirl handed her the blue dress
"And Peggy!" Hermione giggled. "That's me." She reached for the yellow dress, then shrunk back when she saw the red dress hanging next to it. "You got a Maria Reynolds dress?" she gasped in disbelief.
"No, no, that was one of the the dresses I owned pre-Hamilton." She smiled devishly and raised her eyebrows. "Does one of you want to wear it?"
"No!" they said in unison.
Owlgirl laughed. "Calm down guys, I was just kidding." She took a bag of clothes from her drawer. "I'll be wearing the general Continental Army ensemble outfit, the one they wear in Right-Hand Man, for example." She went into the bathroom next door. The other three slipped their dresses over their clothes and twirled around, looking at themselves in the mirror hanging on the back of the door.
Owlgirl opened the closet door and smiled. "Ready to hit the kareoke?"
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(August 15, 2016 - 8:47 pm)
YAAYY! Hamilton cosplaying! :)
Though I hope the killer won't take advantage of it. I hope they've had enough... God, I hope they're satisfi-iied...
(August 16, 2016 - 7:31 pm)
Oops, that was supposed to say Day Thirteen, part three.
(August 17, 2016 - 11:43 am)
Wow. So I misspelled "karaoke" this entire day. That, my friends, is not a typo! That is a genuine I-did-not-know-how-to-spell-a-word-moment. Unlike the very common typo syndrome (like "teh") genuine spelling mistakes are rare for me.
Have fun reading the rest of this "kareoke" day! XD
(June 10, 2017 - 10:19 pm)
*squeals* ANGELICA!!!!!!! Keep it up! I can't wait to see how this ends!!!!!
(August 16, 2016 - 12:45 pm)
DAY TWELVE, part four
As soon as the Manager and three other girls left the room to preapre for a "special kareoke performance," Crypto started the kareoke party by playing "Radioactive" not once, not twice, but three times. Apparently it was the only pop song he liked because the music video was about an apocalypse. He stood guard on top of the kareoke machine, hissing at anyone who neared it.
At last MP put a stop to the Imagine Dragons invasion with a well-aimed pecan pie. ("Oooh, pecan, haven't got that one all day!"
But MP's song selection proved to be no better. He announced he would be playing Gangum Style, which seemed like it wouldn't be any trouble. Then the CBers realized that since he didn't know the Korean lyrics, he instead screamed out gibberish at top volume. The CBers covered their ears. Hermione had to take Teacup into the hallway, because the poor bunny had sensitive ears.
After three minutes and thirty nine seconds of torture, Bumblebuddy stomped to the machine and changed it to Stressed Out. Then Mirax put on the Star Wars theme, but MP was back.
"No, I WANT TO PICK THE SONG!" he howled and shoved Mirax away. A loud, abnoxious heavy metal song blasted out of the speakers that was, though seemingly impossible, much worse than MP's version of Gangum Style.
"How does this count as music?! I want some Taylor Swift!" Cortana yelled.
"No, I want Green Day!"
"No, I want Katy Perry!"
"No, I want Lindsey Stirling!"
"No, I want slow romatic music!"
Mirax dashed away as she saw the AEs rush towards the kareoke machine, but Bumblebuddy wasn't so lucky; she was knocked over by the mino-stampede.
The AEs started fighting at once, and the music changed every few seconds to create a bizarre mashup of unidentified heavy metal, Love Story, Roar, intense violin, and A Thousand Years that went something like this:
"BANG BANG BANG we were both young when I first saw you, I close my shadow's the only one that walks beside me I GOT THE EYE OF A TIGER A FIGHTER my shallow heart's the only SHAAAAAAATEEEEER MEEEEEEE I have died every day waaaaaiting for you BANG LIKE YOU Romeo take me ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAR darling don't BOULEVARD OF BROKEN I have loved you BANG CLANG BANG--"
Suddenly there was the sound of whirring gears, and a glass case slid down from an opening in the ceiling and over the machine, hitting MP's hand on the way.
"I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding!" MP said dramatically.
"Oh, don't be a baby," Cortana sneered. "It's barely a scratch." MP stopped complaining and glared at her.
The AEs banged on the glass in vain, but it was too strong to break.
The Manager appeared in the center of the room, wearing a white collared shirt, white pants, and black boots. Over her shirt she had a royal blue coat. There was a row of silver buttons down the shirt, as well as the red outside lining and the sleeve cuffs.
Nougat and Saphira groaned when they saw her. They recognized that costume, and they knew what music she was going to play. They were not happy about it. Their CBers were always going on and on about that musical, pestering them by singing and rapping constantly. Sapira and Nougat were thoroughly sick of it.
"I have control of the kareoke now," Owlgirl smiled. She took a remote from her pocket and pressed the top button.
DUM DUH DUH DUH DUM. DUM. DUM!
Hermione, Shadowmoon, and CL entered the room, and Hamilton began to play...
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Ugh, mom says shut down computer!
(August 16, 2016 - 6:31 pm)
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“…I’m a trust fund, baby you can trust me.”
The CBer Scuyler Sisters danced around in a whirl of color, petticoats, and song.
Clouded Leopard sassily rapped Angelica's part, "I've been readin Common Sense by Thomas Paine. Some men say that I'm intense or I'm insane. You want a revolution? I want a revelation. So listen to my declaration."
They held out their arms with their pointer fingers up, moving their arms side-to-side as they sang, "We hold these truths to be self evident..." They made an equal sign. "...that all men are created equal.
"And when I meet Thomas Jefferson--" CL said.
"Unh!"
"I'm 'a compell him to include women in the sequel!"
"Work!" all four said, and they struck the Schuyler Sisters pose.
They dadadadatdaed through You'll Be Back, chicka-plaoed through Right-Hand Man, twirled with happiness until they bumped into walls through Helpless (and Hermione really was helpless on her face on the floor), counted through Ten Duel Commandmets, and rapid-fire rapped through Guns and Ships, which impressed even the Hamilton cynics.
Eventually Non-Stop concluded, and it was time for a ten-minute intermission.
"Finally!" MP groaned. He was slumped over the back of the couch backwards, looking very bored. "I want my heavy metal back! The only good song was the ships and guns one with the French guy. I thought there'd be some rap battles!"
Owlgirl smiled. "Patience. That's in Act Two."
Nougat leaned close to Saphira, almost bumping into a Hamilton statue behind them the size of a trophy. "Whoops!" he laughed, then whispered, "I don't care how fast they can rap Guns and Ships; I am so sick of Hamilton, aren't you?"
"Yes," Saphira moaned.
"Let's break open that glass!"
Saphira rolled her eyes. "That's a stupid idea. How about we just get her remote?"
"Oh. Good plan."
"But what should we play? We should pick something that will annoy the CBers to the maximum amount."
"Heavy metal? Screaming Gangum Style?"
"That's what MP would do. What would we do?"
Nougat thought hard, then his face lit up when he got the perfect idea. "I know just the thing."
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When the techno opening tune to one of the craziest and weirdest songs of all time started to play, Owlgirl nearly choked on her cream soda. Her hand flew to her back pocket. Empty. The remote was gone.
All the AEs whooped with joy when they heard it, and immediately got down on all fours, screaming out the lyrics and making animal sounds.
"The seal goes ow-ow-ow..."
"Oh no," Hermione sighed. Mirax groaned.
"What does the fox say?"
"RIND-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!" all the AEs screeched.
"Where is my remote?" Owlgirl yelled, but she wasn't heard over the "fox sounds."
She grabbed the person nearest to her and asked, "Did you see who took my remote?" Bumbebuddy shook her head. And plugged her ears.
"WAPAPAPAPAPAPAPOW!!!!"
She looked around the room desperately.
"HATEE-HATEE-HATEE-HO! HATEE-HATEE-HATEE-HO! HATEE-HATEE-HATEE-HO!"
MP was going completely crazy, jumping up and down. "JACHA-CHACHA-CHACHA-COW! JACHA-CHACHA-CHACHA-COW!"
"MP, GIVE ME MY REMOTE!" Owlgirl yelled. In response, MP screamed. "FRAKA-KAKA-KAKA-KAKA-KAKA KOW!"
She scanned the room and saw Nougat shove something into his pocket. There.
"A-hee ahee ha hee!"
"A-OOO-OOO-OOOO-OOOOWLGIRL?!" Nougat's eyes widened when he saw her, and he turned to run.
"Oh no you don't!" Owlgirl, and she leapt at him, stuck her hadn in his pocket, and pulled out the remote, and immediately changed it to Hamilton.
"Intermission is over!"
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The Cabinet Battles were a success.
Owlgirl and Shadowmoon were Hamilton. Clouded Leopard and Hermione were Jefferson. The audience, without realizing it, provided the ensemble.
As Hamilton and Jefferson traded arguments and insults, there were lots of OHHHHHHHs and cheers. They were so vocal, it almost hurt for Clouded Leopard and Hermione to "lose" the debate. At the end of Hamilton's first rap, they lost their minds.
As the musical progressed, their was less singing along, at least for the sad songs. The Hamilfans tried to sing Burn, but eventually they just sat down and cried. They sobbed hysterically in "Stay Alive Reprise," cried even harder in "It's Quiet Uptown," and made emotional sounds at various times during "The World Was Wide Enough."
Except for Nougat and Saphira, the audience was actually pretty into the musical. This is a perfect opportunity, the killer thought. "Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story," the last song, was playing.
The killer made sure nobody was watching, then slipped to the doorway and with a click flicked the light switch.
The room was plunged into pitch darkness, the music still playing.
"Someone get the lights!" Owlgirl called, but nobody could see where they were.
The killer held out its arm, and felt fabric brush its fingertips. The killer bent down and grabbed the Hamilton statue. It reared back and brought the statue down upon the unsuspecting victim's head.
The victim didn't even know what hit him; he was already surrounede by darkness, so when the real, permanent darkness washed around him, he couldn't tell. All he was aware was the explosion of pain in his skull, then nothing. He crumpled to floor.
The killer set the statue down.
Eventually, somebody located the light switch.
"There's a body on my foot!" Hermione screamed, and jumped back.
Nougat's limp form was on the flor, face-down. The Hamilton statue was beside him, wet with blood.
"Who knew Hamilton could be deadly?" MP said in shock.
Nobody responded except Crypto. "Well that was an...interrrrresting karrrrreoke parrrrrrty."
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R.O.E.C Nougat. Rest on Expensive Carpet
And that, ladies and gents, concludes Day Thirteen. Apologies, I said twice before that it was Day 12. That was a mistake.
(August 17, 2016 - 11:44 am)
*sigh* I was just about to say that those last few posts made me so happy, and then I got to the end.
Those last few posts were amazing.
(August 17, 2016 - 6:59 pm)
Waaaah! Now both my AE and CAPTCHA are dead! I swear, killer, you WILL pay for this...
Oooooops. I died.
Yoou annd mmee both.
Also, Owlgirl, I wanted to say I absolutely loved the Hamilton part. Y'know, before the death part. I would have loved to play Angelica, I can rap most of her parts.
I been readin' Common Sense by Thomas Paine... some men think that I'm intense or I'm insane... you wanna a revolution, I wanna revalation, so listen to MY declaration... * wanders away singing*
(August 17, 2016 - 9:14 pm)