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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)
Abigail S.
Hobbes
Leafpool
Arwen?
Serene
Kestrel
Gossamer
Icy
Spirit-Rain
Booksy Owly
Wordsy
Rosebud?
Sam
Autumn Leaves
Kate-the-great
Brian
The Riddler
Charles
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So little time, so many people to kill!
(January 2, 2017 - 9:49 am)
Do you have a deadline or something? There usually isn't in a ski lodge...
(January 2, 2017 - 6:14 pm)
Well, I believe at some point I said it was supposed to last 14 days, but now I think a nice little storm that blows them off course would be nice.....
(January 3, 2017 - 3:40 pm)
(January 7, 2017 - 6:24 pm)
@Kate the Great: Also, this isn't exactly a ski lodge, as I have no clue on how to end one. And, the last part ended at 12.00 noon. (a random fact)
Day 9 (part 2)
After a hard half-day of disposing of CBers, the murderer needed a break. Unfortunately, they did not get one. Instead, they found themselves being forced to plot more heists, think up more ideas, and make things generally creepy. The Captain, also Pepper Star, had a room up on the top of the ship, full of old antiques, strange instruments, and a very weird map. One of the strange instruments appeared to be a telescope with a weather vane. Hmmm, thought the murderer. A weather vane could be used to control weather. So with the utmost carefulness, the murderer examined the instrument. The telescope bit was made of obsidian, gold, and quartz. The weather vane was made of mother of pearl. With a twist of the vane, the murderer could control the weather. Or so they thought.
Now, the Captain was a careful person. It was said she came from a land of harsh weathers. Snowy and cold winters. Hot 80-degree summers. Octobers of wet and cold rains. Novembers in 60-degree weather. And that she did. So a bit of weather might not harm the ship. But perhaps a long squall, of snow and thunder....
Without hesitatation, the murderer fiddiled with the dials of the weather vane. And suddenly, a burst of gray, smoky air wafted out of the device. It began to thunder. Then, the murderer tried to make it snow. It wouldn't. As it happened, there was somebody on board that could help. Icy. She was sitting in a plush chair, reading an excelent book, when somebody tapped her on the shoulder. It was the murderer. She could tell instantly. They had two blades, and a black hoodie pulled over their face. Icy gasped. "YOU! She said. It was you all along, I knew it, I knew-" at which point she was grabbed and gagged. The murderer smiled. It was time. They whispered, "Make a snow storm." Icy resisted. "Make a snowstorm." Icy shook her head. "MAKE IT!" Finally, Icy was forced to by a sword pressed near her throat. She made one. "Now," the murderer whispered, "You must not tell anybody, or I will kill you."
But Icy was smart. She had made a very weak snowstorm. The Captain yelled. All Hamil-parties stopped. The steering wheel rocked from side to side. Lifeboats were prepared. The storm lasted an hour. Then it began to stop. But they were far off course by now, and it was too late to turn back. The Captain would spend a few days trying to get them back on course. What would happen next? Nobody knew.
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(January 8, 2017 - 10:33 am)
OhmyireneamIthemurderer'scaptiveohireneohireneohirene
This is so good! Write more!
(January 8, 2017 - 5:58 pm)
*Starts chanting* NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!
NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!
NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!
NEW PART! NEW PART! NEW PART!
*Danishes! Danishes! Danishes! Dan-whyy aree youu alll strn attt meee?*
(January 8, 2017 - 2:01 pm)
(January 15, 2017 - 6:41 pm)
Day 10
Rosebud sat in the cell of her prison, thinking dismal gloomy thoughts and wondering how all her hair was still in her head. She thought about Hazel, who had been forced to run in a treacherous maze. Gared, lowered over a well, and dropped. Stan, who ate a poisonous strawberry. Cardinal, turned into bird-burger. Daisy and Beth, possesed. Bolton, killed by possesed Beth and Daisy. Daisy and Beth, dead for some reason nobody knew. Fia, stabbed. The Artist, eaten by sharks. Raven, pushed from a slide. Arwen,- Arwen? What happened to Arwen? Rosebud pondered this, and as she was doing so a large hammer popped up over her head. Invisible arms swung the hammer, and Rosebud dodged. A saw appeared. Then a pair of nunchucks. And finally, a vial of tetrodotoxin. Rosebud's extensive knowledge of poison helped her-sort of. She knew that she had to stay conscious lest she be injected, or force-fed. A pair of scissors cut through the air. Rosebud dodged again. a giant liberty bell was thrown at her head. She ducked. Then, a gel-like substance was hurled at her. Rosebud tried to duck again, but she was too slow and the gel hit her. It began to cover her face, inching along her skin. It feel smooth and cold.
Arwen was dealing with her own problems. She was underwater-underwater(?)-and yet still breathing. Her limbs were frozen, and Arwen tumbled about spinning in the unknown substance. Her skin was beginning to turn blue, and her consciousness was fraying. Darkness threatned to take her once more. Arwen fnally let go of her final scrap of being, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Rosebud felt the gel slowly cover the rest of her body, and come together at her clavicle. he was inflating. Turning into a bubble. A gel bubble. Could the bubble be popped? Was she the bubble, or did it only surround her? And what would happen if the bubble was popped? Would she, too, pop? What a confusing way to die, thought Rosebud. You'd think that her fate could at least be with something simpler like poison. Through her cloudy vision, she saw somebody- the murderer, probably- coming at her. A needle was in their hand, along with the vial. Ever so slowly the murderer plunged the contents of the vial into the needle. Tested it, and let a little poison drip. Sharpened the needle. Grabbed a cotton swab and covered it with the stuff that is used on you at the doctor's before you get a shot. Rubbed the apparently solid Rosebud bubble with it. drew a little x on the place where she was to be injected. Sharpened the needle, until it broke. And then they started ALL. OVER. AGAIN! Got a new needle. Slowly sharpened it. And just as they were about to plunge it in to Rosebud? They ran off, and appeared with another poison. Considered it. Ran off to return it to it's original place. Walked back slowly, only to discover that they had left the needle somewhere else. Rosebud felt like screaming as they slowly walked off. Slowly walked back. Held up the needle. And finally slowly pushed it into Rosebud. And then, they used the plunger to release a small amount of the poison. Push. Pause. Push. Pause. Push. Pause. They released the rest of the poison. Rosebud's last few minutes of existance were torture. Fire coursed through her veins. Her heart pumped out not blood but molten metal. With a last painful breath, Rosebud died.
Arwen woke up. She was in a sort of tube. A vial. Underwater, and breathing. Just to be dramatic, she-
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And that, folks, is how to have the murderer play with their victims! I know I probably made several typos and spelled a few things wrong, and probably forgot to type a word. Sorry!
-Pepper Star
(January 15, 2017 - 7:32 pm)
Oh. My. Irene.
Someone expose the murderer....Quick....Because he/she is using me as their weapon.
(January 17, 2017 - 2:03 pm)
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(January 16, 2017 - 6:38 pm)
Gah! This is so suspenseful! The murderer is cruel...
(January 20, 2017 - 6:31 pm)
Oh my. Eek. I wonder who will be killed next.
(January 21, 2017 - 2:23 pm)