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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)
DAY NINE, part one
Today was Blueberry Breakfast Day.
Everything the resort chef prepared had blueberries. There were blueberry pancakes, cereal with blueberries, blueberry waffles, chocolate-dipped blueberries, blueberry muffins, and even blueberry croissants. Anything that didn't have blueberries in had a side of blueberries with it.
"What's with the blueberries?" Mirax asked the chef who was putting a tray of blueberry muffins into the display case. "Don't get me wrong, I love blueberries."
The chef shrugged. "Just felt like it. When I'm bored I like to do themes. Blueberry and oatmeal cookie?"
"Yes please," Mirax replied, took the cookie from the chef, and took a big bite.
Next to her, MP looked unhappy. "Do you have blueberry pie?" she growled, locking eyes with the chef.
The chef was smart enough not to refuse the crazy AE. "I'll whip some up for you right now," she said briskly and returned to the kitchen.
Suddnely Owlgirl burst into the room, sobbing. Everyone dropped their blueberry delicacies (except for MP, who was staring intently at the kitchen door as if it would make the chef bake any faster) and rushed to her side.
"What happened?"
"Are you okay?"
"Did something explode?"
"Is our food poisoned?"
"Did somebody die?"
"Lin...his last performance...he's not Hamilton anymore..." Owlgirl managed to say.
"Oh no!" September cried.
"AND HE CUT HIS HAIR!" Owlgirl cried.
"Noooooooooooo!" Shadowmoon wailed. She, Hermione, and September started crying too. Soon all four girls were on the floor, sobbing and looking at Lin-Manuel Miranda's tweets and viewing pictures of his haircut.
Saphira rolled her eyes. "This is dumb."
"You haven't listened to Hamilton. One should never judge a book by its cover!" Hermione retorted.
"Ooooooh, Hermi's gettin' hostile!" Cortana said. Everyone laughed, even Hermione.
"I guess the only thing that'll make Hermione mad is Hamilton haters," Bumblebuddy grinned.
The moment of lightheartedness faded as soon as Bumblebuddy spoke. Her face felll, then hardened. She coughed and returned to her table.
"Everyone, go where you want, fill out the clipboards. Slides are still off-limits. Hermi, do you realize that Pippa's left too?"
"Wait, why has the slides been closed?" Squeak asked.
"Have," Hermione corrected. "Oh no, Owlgirl! That didn't occur to me. And...OH MY DUMBLEDORE, Daveed left! His last day was July 15!"
Owlgirl sobbed again. "Squeak, becuase we're having problems with the cleanliness of the water. This weird oily substance started trickling into the slide pool on our third day here, and we haven't fixed it yet. We've been too busy trying to regain communications. Oh my gosh, I can't believe Daveed is gone! Please don't cut your hair too Daveed...oh, why do you have to go?"
"THEY'RE ALL LEAVING!" September moaned.
"That's weird. The water, not the Hamilton stuff," Squeak said. "I'm afriad of heights, so I wouldn't go anyway, pollution or not."
The Hamiltonians didn't hear him.
"Lin, Pippa, Daveed...why do you have to say goodbye?" Owlgirl sang sorrowfully.
As the others wrote down their locations on the clipboards, the Hamiltonians started singing "One Last Time" from Hamilton (not Ariana Grande, people!).
My victim will live one last time today, the killer thought.
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(July 16, 2016 - 11:27 am)
No no no no why do they have to say goodbye?
(July 16, 2016 - 3:50 pm)
Reading this just started a new wave of despair about the three of them leaving... And Lin's beautiful hair is gone, too! Why??????? Now me, and thousands of other people, won't be able to experience Hamilton with the original cast. The world really has turned upside down...
On a lighter note, BLUEBERRIES!!! My absolute favorite healthy food. Especially if you pair them with cheesecake and drizzle caramel on top. Mmmm... I wish I could have some of that while I mourn the absence of Lin.
Anyways, great writing. Keep up the spectacular inclusion of Hamilton references. At some point, we should have a Hamilton karaoke night!
I heard that they filmed Hamilton with the original cast before Lin departed. Look for info about when and where it may be shown, either online, on TV, or in theaters.
Admin
(July 16, 2016 - 4:33 pm)
@Kestrel: Ha! It's like you read my mind through the Internet! I was actually already planning to have Hamilton karaoke night.
@Admin: Yeah, I've heard of that. I'm so willing to wait for it! :)
(July 17, 2016 - 2:13 pm)
Oooh I do Hamilton karaoke with my brothers! It's very dramatic. I think I already told Kestrel about it.
I'm sosososososo excited for the original cast recording!!! Wait, admins, do you like Hamilton???
I like what I've seen, heard, and read about it. I have not seen the show, but I hope to at least see a film of it someday.
Admin
(July 20, 2016 - 1:29 pm)
Waahh... sniff sniff... why must they leave?! Hamilton won't be the same without them... sniff snifff...
Also, Owlgirl, I'm getting very excited for this.
(July 16, 2016 - 6:33 pm)
(July 18, 2016 - 7:57 pm)
WHAT!?!?!?! DAVEED LEFT?!?!?!?!?! But... but that can't happen!
That was exactely my reaction when Lin Pippa and Leslie left. I nearly cried. I was slowly counting down the days until their last show, and hoping desperately that my mom had secretely bought tickets before they left. She didn't, by the way.
(July 20, 2016 - 1:25 pm)
I'm hungry. Therefore, apologies for the food-filled entry ahead. #sorrynotsorry
DAY NINE, part two
Apparently that night was also Cookie Night.
The chef passed out a large sugar cookie to each person, and laid out icing and toppings on a table. But it wasn't your average cookie-decorating event.
"Wow!" Mirax exclaimed when she saw the setup. "That's sweet!"
A robotic voice spoke up. "Yes, MIRAX. Cookies are sweet. Cookies contain sugar, also known as formula C12H22O11. This compound prouduces a sensory impression of sweetness to the human-"
"Okay, okay, Whistler, that's enough," Mirax interruped the CAPTCHA.
"I didn't know R2 units could talk," Danie commented curiously.
Mirax got on her knees and opened a control panel in the back of Whistler's head by twisting a small blue screw with her fingers. "Yeah, they don't. But I got a voice software installed for Whistler here. Unfortunately, the only kind of voice software they have for him right now is Encyclopedia mode. It was kind of a ripoff actually..." A light on Whistler blinked an unhappy shade of scarlet. "Yeah, yeah, Whistler, I know...Whistler likes it because it makes him feel smart, but honestly it's annoying to me, and I understand his beeps and lights anyway, so I have it turned off. I must've activated it by accident this morning when I was checking his battery...ah, here we go." She flipped a small black switch, closed the control panel, and put the screw back into place. She stood up.
"There," she declared. "Now what was I saying? Oh yeah, this is pretty dang sweet!"
What Mirax was referring to was sitting on the long purple tablecloth-draped table before them. Dozens of jars of frosting were lined up together. There were all colors of the rainbow, each color in four or five shades, plus black, pink, gold, white, shades of brown, and even gold and silver.
"I didn't know this many colors of frosting existed!" Hermione exclaimed.
But the wide assortment of hues wasn't all there was to be surprised over. There were also dozens of jars of toppings, including different colors of sprinkles, tiny hearts, confetti-like sugar, pearls, mini cherries, gummy bears and worms, and more.
Clouded Leopard took a seat and picked up what looked like a very fat plastic pen. "What is this?" she asked the chef, her leopard ears perked up with interest.
"Those are Frosting Pens, the first working ones of their kind. They will be released to the public in two months. We got them early," the chef said with a hint of pride. "They're for fine details. You just draw like you would a regular pen, and the frosting comes out. You don't even have to squeeze it."
"Cool," Clouded Leopard began tossing the Frosting Pen up and down as she brainstormed ideas for her cookie.
Next to her, Marie asked the same question, but the chef didn't hear her, because was dealing with some sort of quarrel between Saphira and Cortana. Clouded leaned over to Marie. "Here, I'll show you."
"Give it back! I need those edible sparkles!" Saphira yelled, reaching for the jar in Cortana's hand.
"You don't need them. I need them for my flower."
"Excuse me? Have you looked at me lately? I am all about blue! Blue hair, blue clothes, blue skin. And I love sparkles. I do too need that!"
"Yeah, right."
With a loud pop, Saphira transformed into an angry-looking dragon. She climbed onto the table, her icy blue eyes glaring at Cortana.
"Uh, play nice..." the chef said, but the AEs didn't hear. The chef sighed and gave up. She preferred to spend her time in the kitchen, making wonders with food, instead of managing disruptive Alter Egos. Hopefully the Manager would arrive soon.
As if answering the chef's prayers, the Manager entered the room that very moment, wearing a red t-shirt that read "Straight Outta Hamilton." She spotted the dragon and the auburn-haired AE immediately and strode to them.
"Cortana, Saphira had it first. Give the jar to Saphira," she said. With an exasperated huff, Cortana thrust the jar towards the blue dragon, who transformed into a smirking girl. The Manager glanced at her watch. "Saphira, you may use it for five mintues, then you have to give it to Cortana."
At the other end of the table, MP developed a crazy routine of grabbing a jar of toppings, quickly removing the lid, and shaking it violently for five second on top of her cookie, slamming the jar back onto the table without putting the lid back on, then grabbing another jar and starting the whole process all over again. It had been only a few minutes, and already MP had a rainbow of sprinkles on her cookie that was slowly growing into a mountain.
MP grabbed a dark purple sugar that was almost black and shook it for five seconds. Unfortunately, unlike the other topping containers, this one didn't have little holes the sprinkles came through; instead, it was just an open container. Therefore, MP used up the entire thing.
Hermione sighed. She had been planning to use it. Oh well, I'll just do another color, she thought.
Teacup was hopping in tiny circles around her cookie. Her paws were covered in green frosting, so as she hopped around, she made little green pawprints on her cookie.
Hermione smiled. Clever and cute, she thought as she reached across the table for some magenta to put on her own cookie.
Meanwhile, Shadowmoon imagined a lightbulb appear over her head. Ding! She knew exactly what she was going to do. She looked for the shades of yellow. They were too far away to reach, so she got September's attention. "Hey, September!"
September looked up from her cookie, which was going quite well. It was covered in robin egg blue frosting and on top of that, she was using a Frosting Pen to carefully draw autumn leaves. She had already drawn an intricate red leaf and was working on an orange one. "Oh, what do you need?"
"Can you pass me that yellow?" Shadowmoon asked.
September reached across Vixtion, who was making a collage of pink on her cookie. September grabbed the three yellow jars there were. "Which one?"
"The middle," Shadowmoon responded. September handed it to her.
The yellow was a rather unique color; a mix of a deep butterscotch and sandstone. Perfect, the CBer thought. After spreading it onto her cookie, she took a black FrostingPen and started outlining a shape on her cookie.
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I have more, but I'll just post this now...I'm leaving soon for dance.
I was smelling sugar as I wrote this. There was no sugar nearby, but I was smelling it. Mmmmm STILL HUNGRY WAAAAAAh.
(July 19, 2016 - 2:44 pm)
*stomach grumbles* Oh you're killing me! I wonder what I was going to do with the purple. Please say I was drawing the Deathly Hallows! If I had a Frosting Pen I would be drawing the Deathly Hallows. By the way I am changing my name to Hermi but I'll always have "alias Hermione A." Also I have decided not to overuse commas anymore.
(July 20, 2016 - 11:26 am)
(July 19, 2016 - 2:44 pm)
(July 20, 2016 - 10:07 am)
Yay! Cookies! *grabs icing pen* I wonder what I'm making?
Saphira: MY SPRINKLES!!!!
SAPHIRA! BE NICE!!!
(July 20, 2016 - 1:27 pm)
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