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The Dramatics: Theater Tour and Workshop!!!!!
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You are sitting at your desk, trying to figure out the algebra worksheet your teacher gave you. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked for extra homework, you think, staring at the pile of history packets and writing assignments that threaten to fall off of your desk. Oh well, you sigh, picking up your pencil again, and turning your attention back to your homework. Hmmm, what’s 7c(-4) + 97? You stare fiercely at the paper, twirling your pencil, using the sheer force of your brain power to make the answer to magically pop onto the the paper, when a creamy envelope drops onto your desk in a shower of rainbow sparkles.
Oooh! Your homework is gone (temporarily, at least), and you pick up the envelope. Immediately, you notice that there is no address on the front. Turning it over, you find a wax seal (like the kind in Harry Potter) embossed with a capital “D”. You slide your thumb under the envelope’s flap, and break the seal to reveal even more rainbow glitter inside of the envelope. You pour it out, puzzled, and watch as the glitter magically transfigures into a letter. You’re even more surprised when it begins to speak:
“Ahem. Dear Chatterboxer, you have been invited to an exclusive theater tour and workshop hosted by The Dramatics theater. Enjoy acting classes, costume designing courses, and choreography workshops based on a selection of noteworthy musicals, including Hamilton! You may bring two guests to accompany you during your stay at the 5-star Theater Tale Hotel. Pack your bags quickly, because space is limited to 12 CBers and their guests. Simply step outside to be teleported to your destination!
Enjoy your stay,
The Stage Manager
The Dramatics: Theater Tours and Workshops
Wow,you think. You love musical theater, and an excuse to skip school would be great. . . Even though you love school, you don’t really love the homework. Then the letter begins to speak again:
“Oh, dear me, I’d almost forgotten the terms and conditions!
1. You may not bring tortillas of any kind, as the Stage Manager happens to have an incredibly abnormal allergy to tortillas.
2. The Dramatics: Theater Tours and Workshops are not responsible for any injuries, abductions, highway robberies, or murders of any sort.
3. Please contact the Stage Manager with any queries regarding the selection of musicals. You may suggest one, and the Stage Manager will consider it depending on the amount of chocolate and books you bring her.
4. There will be no wi-fi signal at the theater, so there is no need to bring any electronic devices. There will be iPod-like devices for guests to listen to Hamilton all day.
5. Walls are sound-proof for any guests who would NOT like to hear Hamilton all day.
6. In the (unlikely) event of an emergency, the theater has communication devices to reach the outside world.
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You may start guessing me as soon as you join! Have fun!
submitted by The Stage Manager
(August 29, 2016 - 10:15 pm)
(August 29, 2016 - 10:15 pm)
@Owlgirl- I LOVE THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!! In fact, I'm in a ski-lodge about The Feline of the Opera. It's really good.
Spirit-rain says zzmo. I have no idea what that means
(September 6, 2016 - 7:02 am)
Day 1, Part 1
Windswift walked into the Theater’s lobby, admiring the wallpaper made from Broadway Musical posters. Woah, she breathed. It was like theater heaven! She was studying one of the museum-style display cases when she heard a BOOM-CRASH. She whirled around to find Fluffy and Waffle grinning guiltily.
Oh great, she thought. Problems aren’t supposed to happen this early in the morning! She glanced over at her AE and CAPTCHA, trying to survey the damage. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. . . but maybe it was because Fluffy was suddenly abnormally large this morning. Windswift glared at Fluffy, and began to head over to the other side of the Theater’s lobby, when she heard someone shout her name.
“Windswift! Over here!” Shadowmoon shouted from the entrance of the theater waving wildly. Windswift’s attention snapped from her AE and CAPTCHA to her friend. Fluffy and Waffle took the distraction as ample time to clean up the mess they had made breaking the popcorn machine.
“I didn’t know you liked theater!” exclaimed Windswift.
“I guess,” shrugged Shadowmoon. “It’s better than homework!” Windswift nodded in agreement.
“Definitely.”
Their conversation was interrupted as the doors burst open suddenly. Luckily, Shadowmoon had stepped out of the way, but unluckily, her luggage was remained in front of the doors. CBers and their AEs and CAPTCHAs flooded through the doors, and Shadowmoon could only watch as her chocolate and clothes were stampeded over.
Soon, the rest of the CBers arrived, and the Stage Manager was abruptly startled from her novel by echoes of “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. . .” She knew then that it was time to go.
Descending from her own deus ex machina, one could say that the Stage Manager made quite an entrance. She was dressed in a long black dress and opera gloves, as well as an opera mask that hid her face.
“Hello, dear CBers, AEs and CAPTCHAs!” The chatter immediately ceased, and all turned to face the Stage Manager. “I hope you are all enjoying your stay! I have here some items of interest, including a pending list of musicals and your room assignments. The CBers all looked up intently. The Stage Manager cleared her throat and began to read:
“For musicals, we have: Hamilton--” The Stage Manager was immediately interrupted by a smatter of applause and cheering. “The Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, Les Miserables, and 21 Chump Street. Please remember that the list of musicals is NOT final, and I will take suggestions up until the end of the day. Meanwhile, for your rooms-” The Stage Manager glanced at her paper which supposedly held the room assignments and frowned. “Hmmm. . . it seems that the list has not been finalized, as we are waiting for a couple CBers to confirm their guests.”
The AEs, CAPTCHAs and a few CBers sighed in annoyance, but most stood patiently waiting for the Stage Manager’s next instruction. “You may all leave your belongings in the lobby for the moment, but how about we play some icebreakers-- like the Musical Quote Guessing Game?” A rousing cheer was heard throughout the theater as the Stage Manager led everyone backstage.
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Sorry that it took so long for me to post the first part, guys!
A couple of things:
Bumblebuddy and The Riddler, could you please confirm your AEs and CAPTCHAs as soon as possible? Thanks!!
Also I will not be able to post often on weekdays; like Owlgirl, I am REALLY busy with a lot of school stuff. I’ll try and post as regularly as possible, but if you don’t see a post soon, I will guarantee that there will be one on the weekend.
(September 8, 2016 - 9:35 pm)
Are you Remus??????????
Waffle says gyup, are you confirming my hypothesis????
Or do you want a guppy?
(September 9, 2016 - 7:52 am)
I did confirm my AE's and CAPTCHA's, you probably just didn't see my post. I repost what I said:
Stan is an AE, he is also obsessed with Hamilton and he has a purple and green triped top hat. Charles is a CAPTCHA, he is a niffler from HP, and he has a red bowtie.
Oh, and may I also suggest Matilda as a musical? And In the Heights (although most people don't know it that well.)?
(September 9, 2016 - 3:48 pm)
That was great!
What musicals should we do, guys?
elak is stupid musikal
That's not a musical!!!
wat do u want then?
I was thinking, Ode to Dragons.
IIII want odde toCA PTCH AS!!
thers no such thing as od 2 cpchas. or dragons.
Yess ther is!! Wait aand see!
(September 9, 2016 - 7:53 pm)
Phew. I haven't died yet.
(September 9, 2016 - 11:05 am)
Oopsies, sorry. Mystery is an AE, as are Surprise and Tulip, and Spirit-rain is my CAPTCHA.
(September 9, 2016 - 4:16 pm)
(September 13, 2016 - 10:35 pm)
How DARE you do it wrong! Like this=
Poke, poke, it isn't a joke,
hickory, hickory, hickory spokes.
Thread, how dare you?
Why won't you POKE!
(September 14, 2016 - 1:33 pm)
Is it too late to join? I hope not! I really want to join this!
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA RULES!!!!
My sis is totally obsessed with phantom, but I'm not.
Now I'm going to post this so I can go back to listening to the phantom of the opera soundtrack while staring at my phantom of the opera poster while sitting on my phantom of the opera bedspread.
(September 14, 2016 - 6:36 pm)
If you want, Yoga Queen, you can read my Feline of the Opera ski-lodge. The Feline likes to pop up randomly. I also have a Feline of the Opera backstory on BaB. Happy reading!
(September 15, 2016 - 7:19 am)
I'm really sorry, Yoga Queen, but you can't join, since all the spots are already filled, and I've already started. Sorry!
(September 15, 2016 - 10:02 pm)
To all in my ski lodge~
I will post the next part sometime over the weekend/Friday/Monday. I'll try to post more frequently, but you know, school gets in the way sometimes. . .
(September 15, 2016 - 10:03 pm)
This clears my name!
I'm homeschooled, so school can't get in the way for me--so I'm not The Stage Manager!
(September 16, 2016 - 8:40 am)
Day 1, Part 2
The Riddler gaped in awe as she entered the theater. It was enormous, bigger than any other theater that she’d seen in her life. Beside her, the rest of the CBers looked around in amazement.
“Behold! The Grand Theater!” exclaimed the Stage Manager who had stopped in the middle of the aisle. “This theater is in fact the second biggest theater in the unknown world!”
“The second biggest?” asked Owlgirl, who was fantasizing about what the biggest would look like. “And what do you mean by the unknown world?”
“Here, of course, silly.” replied the Stage Manager. “Everything that lurks beneath your consciousness; your stories, your poems, everything that you’ve ever imagined.”
“Wow,” said Kestrel, “You mean that there are, like, a million different worlds out there that we’ve imagined?”
The Stage Manager nodded her head. She opened her mouth to continue a detailed and lengthy description of the unknown world and the known and unknown parts of it, but was promptly interrupted by Brian, who was growing more impatient by the second.
“When are we actually going to do something?” he complained.
“Brian! It’s not polite to complain when you’re a guest!” admonished Kate-the-Great.
In response, Brian stuck out his tongue at Kate. “You’ve done it now,” Ellak whispered to Brian. “She’s M-A-D.” Brian gulped nervously as Kate glared daggers at him.
“Now, now,” chuckled the Stage Manager. “We’ll head backstage now, no need to fight over it.” Kate and Brian both flushed a deep shade of wild flamingo.
As the group headed backstage, the murderer finally had a good plan. While the Stage Manager and most of the CBers were immersed in a conversation about Hamilton, the murderer slipped into the props room (which the group had just passed) and grabbed a dull silver dagger. Using the ultra quiet blade sharpener they had brought with them, they sharpened the blade and laced the edges with a quick acting poison. Then they slipped the dagger into one of the costume sheaths and quickly rejoined the group.
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37 rounds of Guess the Musical later. . .
“If you find that life’s not fair it. . doesn’t mean you have to grin and bear it. . .” sang Icy.
Over the Rainbow nearly fell off the stage. “Me! Me! I know it! It’s Matilda: The Musical!” she crowed.
“Yup,” replied Icy, holding out the box that held the cards. “Your turn.” OtR closed her eyes and fished around the box for quite awhile before selecting a card.
“A-ha!” Then she glanced at her card, and her eyes widened. She had the perfect idea! She ran over to the Stage Manager and whispered a couple of words. The Stage Manager nodded, and OtR rushed off backstage while yelling, “Close your eyes, everyone!”
Perfect, thought the killer. This is the most perfect distraction that I could hope for! Then they remembered the Stage Manager, standing over them with eagle eyes. Darn it! The killer silently prayed that something would happen, something that would call the Stage Manager away from the stage for just a minute. Please? thought the killer.
And something did happen.
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The Stage Manager stood surveying the CBers, making sure none opened their eyes. She grinned, thinking of OtR’s phenomenal plan. Of course she’d say yes. Then she heard a faint fluttering near her ear. She turned and found one of her bookflies (butterflies, but with book pages for wings). She sighed, knowing that she would have to leave the stage to attend to whatever was happening in her office. “CBers, I’ll be right back. I just have to grab something from my office. Remember, no peeking!” With that, the Stage Manager disappeared from the stage in a whirl of black silk.
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The killer resisted the urge to let out a burst of maniacal laughter. Their first time murdering, and everything was going their way! What are the odds that the gods would put everything in the perfect spot? They opened their eyes, and looked around for their target. Spotting them, they crawled over (they had mastered the element of stealth) and soundlessly stabbed the dagger into their victim. The poison had done its job, and the AE wasn’t even able to open her mouth before she died. The killer grinned and crawled back to their spot, and waited for the Stage Manager or OtR to return.
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OtR was having a blast in the props room. She would have stayed there forever, but she remembered that they were waiting for her on stage. She pressed the on button on the mechanical broomstick, and flew out belting, “I think I’ll try defyyying gravityyyy!!!!!” Everyone opened their eye to find OtR in full Elphaba gear, complete with the flying broomstick. Then Kestrel screamed and everyone whirled around to find Fia, slumped over in her seat. The Stage Manager appeared on the stage suddenly, holding a stack of papers. She looked around and saw the phoenix AE on the floor and strode over. “Oh, my” she whispered. “Not again.”
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R.I.P. Fia. Rest in Poison.
*Also, Hamilton fans, I hid a Hamilton quote in there. See if you can spot it.
(September 15, 2016 - 11:42 pm)