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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)
YAAAAAAYYYYY I FOUND THE HAMILTON REFERENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(September 17, 2016 - 3:39 pm)
I SPOTTED IT! I SPOTTED IT! I SPOTTED THE HAMILTON REFERENCE!!!
(September 16, 2016 - 3:44 pm)
Are you willy Wonka???????
(September 17, 2016 - 7:41 am)
Nope!
(September 17, 2016 - 10:31 am)
I think I found it! "What are the odds that the gods would put everything in the perfect spot?"
(September 17, 2016 - 3:09 pm)
Yup, that's what I got! Sorry about Fia Kestrel:(
(September 18, 2016 - 8:26 am)
(September 16, 2016 - 11:54 pm)
OMK I LOVE THAT SONG!
Just because you find that life's not fair, it doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it, if you always take it on the chin and wear it, nothing will change! Even if you're little you can do allot, you musn't--oh, Fia died?
Sorry. I don't know who Fia is, but I'm sad.
Musicals I like: James and the Giant Peach, Matilda, Oliver Jr, Marry Poppins the Musical, Highschool musical onstage, Suessical the Musical, Annie, Godspell, Newsies, Wicked, Bye Bye Birdie, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Matilda, and so much more! All of those have actually been preformed as musicals on stage!
Food glorious food! Chitty chitty bang bang, chitty chitty bang bang we love you! WE AARREE REVOLTING CHILDREN LIVING IN REVOLTING TIMES *does a riff while writing this and scares parents*!!!!! CONSIDER YESELF, AT HOME! I THINK I'LL TRY DEFYING GRAVITY!
Ahh, such good songs~!
(September 17, 2016 - 3:09 pm)
Are you Jarvis?
(September 18, 2016 - 7:45 am)
Nope!!!
(September 19, 2016 - 7:18 pm)
(September 21, 2016 - 11:06 pm)
Sorry for the wait, guys, but I promise the next part will be out soon!
(September 22, 2016 - 11:29 pm)
(September 24, 2016 - 6:15 pm)
Day 1, Part 3
The rest of the day passed in somber silence. The CBers played a few more rounds of Guess the Musical (after all, OtR’s costume couldn’t go to waste), picked at their dinners, and finally, exhausted, picked up their bags and started to head to the hotel next door. That is, until Inktail realized something.
“Guys!” Inktail shouted frantically in the midst of the crowd. “Wait!”
A couple of people turned their heads, wondering what the fuss was about.
“We haven’t gotten our room assignments yet!” Everyone ooohed collectively, and a few even facepalmed.
“Gosh,” exclaimed Autumn Leaves, “I can’t believe we forgot that!” Everyone nodded in agreement. How did they forget that?
“I guess we’ll have to walk back then,” said Hotairballoon.
The CBers sighed and picked up their bags, ready to head back to the theater (which was only 3 blocks away) when Spirit Rain felt something tickle her nose.
“Ahh-ahh-choo!”
“Bless you, Spirit Rain,” chuckled BumbleBuddy. “I didn’t know you had allergies!”
“I don’t!” replied Spirit Rain. “Something tickled my nose!”
BumbleBuddy laughed. “Are you sure? I think you’re just allergic to the trees around here.”
“No, I’m not!” And to prove her point, Spirit Rain bent down and picked up the feather that had brushed her nose. “See!”
“Hmm, weird.” murmured BumbleBuddy. “I don’t see any birds near by.”
“Except for the one above us,” chimed Kestrel.
All the CBers looked up to see a raven, circling the group. Suddenly, it swooped down toward them at a terrifying speed.
“Aaah!” screamed Milli. “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
“WE’RE NOT!” screamed Inktail. “UNLESS YOU DON”T MOVE!”
But poor Milli was practically cemented to the ground, watching as the raven narrowly swerved around her, hitting the ground in an explosion of silvery black feathers. Out of the puff of feathers rose the Stage Manager, covered in feathers.
“Heavens, that was a harsh landing! Sorry for the fright, darling.” she said, nodding at Milli. “I was afraid that I’d missed you already. CBers are awfully easy to lose, especially large groups of them.” The CBers looked at each other. They’d thought that larger groups were easier to keep track of, but apparently, that was not the case. “You do realize that you’ve forgotten your room assignments, right?” All the CBers nodded. “Conveniently, I did bring your room assignments with me. Or did I?”
The Stage Manager shuffled around her cloak for a bit, and finally pulled out a pile of papers. A couple fell to the floor, and Mystery stared at the symbol on the back of one of the papers. It looked familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t pinpoint why.
“A-ha! Here we are!” exclaimed the Stage Manager. “Now, to let you know, the rooms are all musical-themed. Your room assignments are:
Hamilton:
Kestrel
The Riddler
Fluffy
Princess Icicle
Wicked:
Owlgirl
Over the Rainbow
Stan
Spirit Rain
Les Miserables:
Icy
Windswift
Echosong
Ellak
The Phantom of the Opera:
BumbleBuddy
Charles
Dolphin
Surprise
Matilda:
Kate-the-Great
Autumn Leaves
Cass
Milli
The Lion King:
Hotairballoon
Inktail
Toto
Mystery
Newsies:
Shadowcat
Chrissie
Brian
Tulip
Waffle
“We offer our deepest condolences to our Hamilton fans, but we were simply unable to fit all of you into the Hamilton room. Never fear, for much of our hotel is Hamilton themed.” And with that, the Stage Manager disappeared in a whirl of black silk, only to appear again minutes later. “And I’ve forgotten to tell you, you have until midnight tonight to submit anymore musicals that you would like as part of the program. Also, you may trade rooms if you wish.”
Then the Stage Manager disappeared, already back at the theater.
Owlgirl tried not to look too disappointed. She had really hoped that she’d be in the Hamilton Room, although Wicked wasn’t bad either. But she couldn’t help overhearing Princess Icicle’s conversation with Fluffy.
“I can’t believe I’m in the Hamilton room,” whined Princess Icicle. “I hear too much of it with OtR.”
“Well maybe you could switch rooms with someone,” said Fluffy.
“That’s true,” replied Princess Icicle. “But who’d want to switch with me?”
Owlgirl saw her chance and took it. “Um, excuse me?” she asked shyly. Both AEs whirled around. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, and Princess Icicle? I’d love to switch rooms with you.”
Princess Icicle breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn’t be trapped in endless Hamilton-mania for the first time in her life. “Of course, Owlgirl! You’re the best!”
Now was Owlgirl’s turn to be relieved. “Thanks, Princess Icicle!”
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Meanwhile, Mystery had picked up the papers that the Stage Manager had dropped. They were just stationery, but she had gotten a better look at the embossing: leaves. And not just any leaves, but the kind you found in fall. But who would the stationery belong to?
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Later. . .
The CBers had all settled into their rooms; Owlgirl, Kestrel, the Riddler, and even Fluffy screamed along to “Non-Stop”. (Thank goodness the walls were sound-proof, thought Icy.)
OtR and Stan were engrossed in a Hamilton discussion, and ultimately decided to play some Hamilton themselves. (Princess Icicle resisted the urge to scream into her pillow.) Icy, Echosong, and Windswift were having a normal night, and decided NOT to play Hamilton. BumbleBuddy and Charles were having a blast, after discovering the make-your-own-mask-kit inside one of the desk drawers.
Meanwhile, Kate-the-Great and Autumn Leaves sang along in their room to some Matilda karaoke, and Hotairballoon and Inktail dressed Toto up as a lion. (Toto seemed to enjoy it immensely.) And in the Newsies room, Shadowcat and Waffle experimented with the typewriter and fountain pens while the rest of the room took a much needed rest.
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In their room, the murderer was silently plotting. When midnight fell, they snuck out of their room and into the Newsies room, where they grabbed one of the fountain pens, and using their ultra quiet blade sharpener, sharpened the tip until a simple touch could cut flesh. Then they stood over their victim and plunged the blade into their heart.
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Oh my marshmallows, that was long. Sorry for the wait, but I hope it was worth it. OtR, is it okay if I just refer to you as Otr? Or would you prefer Over the Rainbow? Also, I dropped a massive hint as to who I am. . . But the question is, will you guess me???
(September 24, 2016 - 9:42 pm)
Oh, I love myself! XD Well done, Milli. Nice to get us almost KILLED.*sarcastic*
Sory, Iktl.
It's ok. *sigh* So let's do this! Lion King? Yes!!!! Lol, love dressing dogs as lions....lolol.
Are you Claaws?
(September 25, 2016 - 11:13 am)