TOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!

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Day 2, Part 3~

The CBers walked out of the theater to the theater’s restaurant, and although Princess Icicle didn’t die, the CBers couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it had been an attempted murder. When they arrived back at the dining hall, (which had been cleaned up since their food fight, thankfully) the Stage Manager was already seated at the head of the table.

“Welcome, CBers! We will be having a Hamilton-themed banquet lunch today, as a special treat! Please, sit down, unless you would like to wear some of our costumes?”

The Riddler and Owlgirl exchanged excited glances, and somehow suppressed the urge to scream and fangirl. The Stage Manager grinned, and led all of the Hamilfans back to the theater, and let them choose different outfits from Hamilton. . .

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“Oh!! I’ve found it!” yelled OtR, clutching a tan silk dress. “Angelica. . .”

Owlgirl rushed in, and picked up a sky blue dress. “Eliza. . .”

Autumn Leaves picked up the last dress, a pale yellow silk. “And Peggy!”

“The Schuyler sisters!” they sang.

The CBers sat down, and waiters dressed like the dance company in Hamilton poured iced water into crystal goblets. The chandelier lights dimmed, drawing attention to the candles and silver candelabras.

“How are you enjoying your stay?” asked the Stage Manager.

“Fantabulous!” squealed Cass, and everyone nodded along.

“Great!” said the Stage Manager. “I’m glad that you’re having a good time.”

The waiters emerged a second later, carrying plates covered with silver cloches. They set the plates down in front of the CBers, then took off the covers to reveal a delicious meal of mashed potatoes, beef stew, and cornbread.

And that’s when the Stage Manager began to scream.

She jumped out of her seat, and pointed her finger at the plate, while screaming, “Murder! Murder!”

The CBers leaned over to see what was the matter, and saw that a tortilla was sitting in the center of the plate.

The Riddler jumped up quickly with her anti-tortilla spray and quickly covered the Stage Manager in a neon orange mist.

Everyone looked around, confused, until they remembered that the Stage Manager was allergic to tortillas— and that no tortillas were allowed within 100 feet of the theater.

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The murderer smiled. The best way to commit a murder quietly was to have a distraction. And they had just pulled off a more than perfect distraction.

The Stage Manager was yelling at the waiters, the waiters looked confused, the cook had come out to see what the fuss was about, and none of the CBers even looked at their food.

The murderer pulled out a tiny vial with a single drop of poison. This time, they would not mess up. Grinning inside, they walked over to the group of CBErs, and in a swift motion, they dumped the contents of the vial over one of the uncovered plates.

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Soon, the Stage Manager calmed down, and decided that she would not be joining the CBers for the rest of the day. Instead, Marissa and Melissa would lead them on a scavenger hunt throughout the theater. She bid them a good day, then disappeared in a puff of feathers.

“Well then,” said Kestrel, “Should we eat?”

They nodded, then sat down to eat the meal, which was, as always, delicious.

But in the middle of her mashed potatoes, Mystery began to feel eerily lightheaded. She tapped the Artist on the shoulder.

“Artist? I don’t feel too well. . .”

The Artist turned around to answer, but not before Mystery crashed face first into her meal.

“Oh, no.” whispered Owlgirl. “Not again.”

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R.I.M.P: Rest in Mashed Potatoes, Mystery

Super sorry about the wait. . .  I’ll try to post more consistently.