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Tired and sleepy,
Tired and sleepy, you hop in to bed. Everything is perfect. Your favorite book (you just found it), some tea, and a hot waterbottle. What could be better on a wet, stormy night? You begin to realize your bed feels wet. Unaturally wet. Screaming, you discover that the whole bed has been spread with slime. And in that slime, there is a note.
Dearest CBer,
You are invited to the first and last voyage on the RMS Hamilton. We will be sailing across the ocean on a three week trip to France, where you will then get to buy a baguette, and go to the eiffel tower. RSVP in the old vingear bottle in the back of your cupboard.
- the captain
Unsure of what to do, you decide to sleep on it. Under the bed.
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I, Captain Oddball, wish for you to come on the RMS Hamilton's maiden voyage. CBers, AE's and Captchas are welcome. Please note that we will start out in the Seafare Hotel, after which we will board the ship. As mentioned in the note, we will be sailing to france, where we will then proceed to take a tour, ending up at the Marquis de Lafeyette's house.
Writer's Note
If you wish to join, please note what you will be bringing with you, and also if you would like a just in case cage for your CAPTCHA or AE. (Or both.)
There will be only twenty people allowed to join. Feel free to also make note of any Hamilton song you would like to be played, or a favorite character.
If you do not like Hamilton, we have one non-Hamilton room. It is also heavily sound proof.
As this is the maiden voyage, nothing is expected to go wrong.
Thank you, and please join!l
(There will also be a murderer, as there usually is with these things. And anybody who can guess who I am gets a raspberry or blueberry danish.)
submitted by The Oddball
(November 5, 2016 - 9:14 am)
(November 5, 2016 - 9:14 am)
Day 1 (part c)
After a quick and quiet dinner, everybody went to bed.
"Mmmmm", Bolten said."That dinner was so tasty. I especially liked the Pho." (pronouced F-uh Beth nodded. "I think the jello and cadbury cream eggs were he best part." Gared sighed. how was he supposed to write anything? He moved his stuff up on deck.
Meanwhile, in Room A, the occuants were blasting Hamilton.WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT I AM THE ONE THING IN LIFE I CAN CONTROL! ALEXANDER hAMILTON- JUST YOU WAAIITT! AND I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!
The murderer smiled. They were most certaintly not. Having stepped outside from their room (let it be unknown which room), they were ready to plant some deadly traps. Or just murder somebody. Gared sat on deck, writing away with his pen. Suddenly, he heard a scream. Fia lay on the ground, blood coming from a wound on her chest. Soon, all the CBers had run outside their rooms, not bothering to turn off Hamilton. "NO!" Kestrel screamed. "No!" Gossamer came over looking very scared and sad. I WANT TO BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS..
Fia blinked. Sad tears rolled down her face. She said, "K-kestrel, Goss-gossamer... stay... safe.. from-" And then she died.
Later that evening, two nicely scented candles were placed outside, on the deck.
Kestrel looked at Gared.
"You." She said.
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My apologizes for taking so long. I probably won't be able to write for a few days. My family is coming over for Thanksgiving.
(November 19, 2016 - 11:55 am)
Day 2 (Part 1)
After a long night of rest, Kestrel felt a little better. Although she didn't apologize to Gared, her feelings of absolute, utter hatred lessened to a more, I suspect you, but I'll be nice-ish about it. Since the narrator felt like they had talked about the recently deceased relatives (?) enough, the narrator was ready to move on to somebody else.
They chose Rosebud & Clouded Leopard.
Rosebud enjoyed the bright and sunny morning. The sun was on her shoulders, and the breakfast had been great. Croissants, Oatmel, Waffles, Pancakes, berries, muffins nad doughnuts. Since it was such a pretty morning, Rosebud and Clouded Leopard went to the Captain and asked for a swim break. The Captain said "Oh, all right." Everbody got on swim gear and dived in. The water was cool and refreshing. Fish swirled underneath them. There were so many! Thought Spirit-Rain. She poked Jarnen and pointed. The water was strangely clear, for the middle of the ocean. Abigail S. noticed this and frowned. She asked the Captain,
"Where are we?" he only gave a cryptic smile.Abigail wasn't so sure they were on the face of the earh anymore....
Icy happily splashed about with Kate-The-Great. They tossed a ball back and frth, which eventually turned into an everybody game of hot potato.
Meanwhile, Jarnen hung back, staring at the fish. He felt something sharp prick his leg, drawing blood.
The murderer smiled. Hello, Sharks!
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Top. Top. Top.
Has anybody seen this besides Leafpool?
TOP!!!!
(November 21, 2016 - 7:15 pm)
Day 2 (part 2, final part)
Jarnen subconsciously realized that the fish had scattered. All his conscious could think was blood. Water. My blood in the water. Not good. GET OUT!!!! Suddenly, a pair of sharp teeth snipped the water near him. Jarnen suddenly put everything together, and screamed. And swam. Everybody else got the idea because of the snapping that was happening in the water.
As everybody began climbing up the ladder to the boat, more sharks came, until there was a feeding frenzy. Suddenly, The Artist slipped off the ladder into the water. She tried frantically to climb back up, but it was no use. She slipped.
That was the end of The Artist.
Services were held later that day, Spirit-Rain and Mystery looking very sad. Many sobscame from all the benches, and a pineapple cake was made in her memory. Along with a shark cake.
Later, Kate-The-Great lay on her four-poster. Cardinal chirped, "gne? ded? atst?" Kate said, "Yes, she's gone. Don't worry. I'll protect you." She was determined to keep Cardinal safe, no matter what.
Meanwhile, Spirit-Rain and Mystery sobbed together. The Artist was gone. Sure, she survived in all the other threads, but no longer was she able to comfort them.
But one questioned remained in all the passenger's minds. Who would be next?
***
RIP, Fia, The Artist, and Stan.
Why did I type Clouded Leopard in the last post? I meant The Artist.
(November 25, 2016 - 6:32 pm)
Day 3 (finally. Part 1)
The captain was tired. All he/she wanted to do was sleep. But instead, they decided to go talk to the CBers. "Okay CBers, AEs and Captchas. We must stop whoever is on the ship. If you see anything suspicious, tell me. Also, now that everybody has settled in, you get access to the fun parts of the ship! Like the pool, waterslides, and rides that spin you around till you are dizzy! So have fun! We will also be making a stop on a specifically reserved Island, and there will be rock climbing, monkey bars, candy and more fun stuff. Thank you."
At this, Icy looked excited. Kate perked up. Gared looked optimistic. Hobbes bounced off the walls. Rosebud cleared her plate, and went on to the deck. Icy followed. "I'm happy that the Captain has finally brought order. And where are the new rooms? I never saw any. Oh, hey, did you know that the largest ship ever to......" As Icy rambled on about interesting boat facts, Rosebud looked over the deck. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining on the water, making it look orange. Suspiciously like orange juice. When Icy finally finished her talk about ships, Rosebud made a joke. "The ocean is so orange, they shoud rename it, the orange juice sea. After laughing over this, and telling other jokes, the girls went back under the ship. Booksy Owly was covered in syrup, and Beth was doing her best to clean Booksy up. Autumn Leaves also bore a guilty face. She had a bucket of warm water, along with several paper towels.
Beth told them what had happened. She and Autumn Leaves had been playing catch, and knocked syrup on to Booksy. Autumn came over, and started helping Beth. She said, "I am very, incredibly sorry. Most sincere apologize."
Meanwhile, all the other CBers were in the game room. It seemed to have popped out of nowhere. But none the less, it was still fun. Wordsy was enjoying herself (?) on the slides. Bolton rode on the twirly-thing. Several Cbers enjoyed the wave pool. Sam waited in line, nervously watching Raven go down. Somehow, the room managed to be 50 feet tall, while the whole ship was only about 40. The slide that Sam was on happened to be a 40-foot, only slightly tilted slide. Raven screamed in delight. The murderer, who watched from below, thought, Soon somebody will be screaming in terror. Hello, murder plot!
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That is all I can do. If you read this, please top the thread. Is anybody reading this? Please speak up!
(November 29, 2016 - 7:03 pm)
Day 3, part 2
The Riddler was spared. They were going to die an awful death, but because they came on this thread, the merciful Captain spared them. Some other CBer or AE would end up unlucky.*
After a delicious lunch was brought to them, all the CBers went over to the game room, and began doing things like blow-up ballon like racing things. Or Wreaking Ball. Or possibly even balloon sword fighting. The latter was quite popular amongst AEs. The Riddler thought about how Stan might have loved it. But that was too bad. After about 45 minutes, Raven began to grow bored. She quietly slipped away to go to the pool. (This was a lapse of judgement, as one should never swim alone, etc.) In the magical 50-foot room, everything looked perfect. A window in the top allowed a lot of natural light to come in. The water sparkled. The slides looked beauti- but wait. What was that red stuff on the tallest slide?
Determined to find out, Raven crept over. It looked no longer like blood, but like red paint. Why would anybody paint a slide red? She was pondering over this when a hand clapped over her mouth. She felt her arms being tied together. Stepping back to admire their handiwork, the Killer said, "So we meet at last, Raven. I was hoping it would be you. Are you ready to enjoy your "ride?" No? Too bad." Raven screamed in reply, "You!.... Wait, before killing me, could you tell me how you planned everything out?" The murderer seemed to find this funny. "No. You know that I can't risk that. Nice try." Then they hauled her up the stairs. Then, at the top, they said, "No last words." And with that, they gave her a push. Raven closed her eyes. Her stomach went up into her throat. And the last thing she ever felt was a sickening, painful, crunch.
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RIP. Raven. RIPNS. (Rest In Peace Near Slide)
*Not really, I wasn't going to kill you. Yet.
(December 3, 2016 - 5:59 pm)
Since my day has been pretty boring, why not write more on this?
Day 4
With a flourish, Pepper Star threw off the costume. Finally. It had been getting stuffy in there. She was thankful the The Riddler had guessed who she was. She gave a second annoucement. "Raven was a truly good CBer. May she rest in peace near the slide." After that brief annoucment, everybody went to either the gameroom or the water slides. Of course, this time nobody went alone. Everybody enoyed themselves. Lunch was served to them yet again. Nothing happened. Pepper Star had decided to save that for later. Then, getting bored, she fast-fowarded to evening, when new & interesting things would happen.
Gared had left the game room in a decent mood. He was happy to be alive. His NaNo novel was coming along nicely. He felt great. So he decided to go up to the look out post and write. About ten minutes later, somebody came up. It was the murderer, xxxxx. (This is ust a random number of x's.) In their hands, they had a double edged sword. This time, Gared had nothing. His pen had long been removed of the poisonous ink. It had proved to be not greater. Lesser, even. THe murderer spoke. "Gared. Quit looking so shocked. Seriously. Or I actually will kill you. You are part of my plan. See, I can't keep doing all this killing myself. You have two options. Kill for me, or die trying to tell." Gared calmly considered his options. And then he lied. "You'll find that I am quite volatile. Done deal. Who will it be?"
"Leafpool or Abigail S. Your choice."
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Tosses coin. Okay. It will be...............................
(December 4, 2016 - 4:04 pm)
The Riddler or Brookeira?
I forgot to mention.
I'm going to be bringing an Angelica cosplay, and a suitcase of Hamilton related books and movies.
(November 11, 2016 - 11:29 am)
(November 13, 2016 - 4:43 pm)
RIPWS*, Stan. RIPWS.
*Rest In Peace With Strawberries
(November 15, 2016 - 6:20 pm)
why is everything out of order?
also, has anybody seen this?
(November 19, 2016 - 3:14 pm)
*Gasps*
How can you think of poisoning the strawberry? Poor strawberry!
*Pants in fear that she'll be next but manages to reprimand Leafpool* Leafpool, Stan died.
Oh. Right. RIPW, Stan.
Now I'm paranoid that the next thing I do will get me killed.
Oddball, are you Gared?
Serene! You stole my lines!
(November 19, 2016 - 3:43 pm)
(November 21, 2016 - 8:40 am)
Oooh! I get mentioned :)
(November 22, 2016 - 8:44 am)
My relatives will be here in twenty-some minutes. I probably won't be able to post for the next three days.
TOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP
(My Captcha says tedi. Teddy? Roosevelt? Bear? What, tell me!)
(November 23, 2016 - 4:12 pm)
(November 30, 2016 - 8:20 pm)