Day 3, Part 2

The CBers were all assembled in the theater, waiting for Echo. Even though she told them when to be there, she was late. When she finally arrived, she looked disheveled, but she was grinning widely and waving around a stack of papers.

“I’m here! I’m here!” she called. “I have the cast lists!” She handed everyone a piece of paper. They each read:

Cast List

Aurora: Gracia

Blue Fairy: Soren

Pink Fairy: Secret

Yellow Fairy: Boo

Maleficent: Viola?

Dragon Maleficent: Tyberious Firestone

Prince Philip: Harliquin

Narrator: Coral

Ensemble: Vyolette, Clarence, Cassandra, Mor, Darkking

Stage Crew: Tric, Levana, Brooke, Glaiss, Will

There were mixed reactions at this, but most people were fairly pleased with their parts. Soren went to look for Secret, to congratulate her, and was confused when she didn’t appear to be there.

“Where’s Secret?” she asked aloud. Everyone looked around, apparently noticing this for the first time. Then, Coral piped up,

“Cassandra’s gone, too!”

“So’s Clarence!” added Tyberious. Everyone started talking all at once, and Echo tried to calm them down.

“I’m sure it’s fine, guys. They might have gotten lost on the way here, or held up somehow.” This went on until Vyolette pointed at the stage.

“Look!” It was Secret, limping out from behind the curtain. There was a nasty cut on her leg that was bleeding profusely. Everyone rushed to her.

“What happened?” asked Brooke, looking concerned. She tried to get Secret to sit down, but she shook her off.

“We were backstage- we found this box- I don’t know- they need help-”

“Slow down and start over,” said Gracia. Secret took a breath.

“I need someone to come with me.”

Secret led the way backstage, still limping. Behind her followed Echo, Gracia, Brooke, and Vyolette. When they reached the fallen spotlight, there were gasps of horror. Cassandra legs were trapped underneath the enormous piece of metal, but most of it had fallen on Clarence. He was ominously still on the ground under it.

“I couldn’t move it by myself,” Secret explained, “and Clarence is unconscious.” Just then, her leg gave out, and she fell to the ground. A small cry of pain escaped her. Vyolette moved toward her and helped her move into a more comfortable position, then went over to where Echo, Gracia, and Brooke were straining to lift the spotlight. She took a side, too, and the four of them were able to lift it up long enough for Cassandra to scramble out. She reached under and grabbed Clarence’s wrists, pulling him out behind her. As soon as they were both clear, Echo and the CBers dropped the spotlight. Then, they hurried over to Cassandra and Clarence.

“Can you stand?” asked Gracia. Cassandra nodded, and stood up. “Good, so nothing broken, but you’ll have some bad bruises. Secret, we need to stop the bleeding on your leg. Echo, does the camp have an infirmary?” Echo nodded.

“Yes, it’s just behind the art cabin. Vyolette, can you take Cassandra and Secret there?” Vyolette nodded, then helped Secret to her feet. They walked away, and Gracia turned back to Clarence. Secret had said he was just unconscious, but when Gracia checked his pulse, she felt nothing. He wasn’t breathing.

RIP Clarence.

I gOt AuRoRa THIS IS JUST A SKI LODGE WHY AM I SO EXCITED XD

Congratulations, everyone! 

Oh BOY. Rip Clarence.

*moment of silence for Clarence*

But yay I get to play in the ensemble! *is glad, because I'm not an actress whatsoever* 

Day 3, Part 3

Once word got around the camp that Clarence was dead, panic began to rise. Everyone was convinced that it was murder, and Echo did nothing to contradict the theory. Nobody went anywhere without two or more people with them, and suspicion was fraught.

Viola? decided, after a day of whispers and hostile looks, that an investigation team needed to be formed. She enlisted Soren, Gracia, Tyberious, and Cassandra, since she was there. Their first order of business was to investigate the scene of the crime.

Cassandra led them to exactly where they had been when the spotlight fell. It was still there, just shoved over to a corner. Tiny shards of glass littered the ground around it. Cassandra picked up the plastic sword, lying innocently on the ground.

“Clarence had this,” she said, “and was swinging it around. It, I don’t know, it hit a rope, then the spotlight came down.”

“Which rope?” asked Gracia. Cassandra looked around for a moment, then pointed.

“That one.” To be honest, it was quite obvious that the rope she’d indicated was the rope that had snapped, seeing as it was laying, end frayed, on the ground. Tyberious knelt down beside it and fingered the end.

“Let me see that sword,” he said. Viola? handed it to him, and he ran his thumb along the edge. It was very dull. “This sword couldn’t possibly have done this,” he announced.

“So you’re saying it was already cut?” said Gracia.

“Yes.”

“But how could someone have possibly known that Clarence, Cassandra, and Secret would be back here, and one of them waving around a plastic sword?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe,” interjected Soren, “it wasn’t meant for Clarence. Not specifically, anyway. Maybe whoever did it intended for it to be here so that whoever happened to touch it would die.”

“That doesn’t sound very clean…” said Viola?.

“So, someone would have had to be back here to cut the rope,” said Cassandra. “Was anyone missing from anything earlier today?”

“Even if they were, it really wouldn’t prove anything,” said Gracia. “No one was in the theatre today until Clarence, Secret, and Cassandra, so they easily could’ve snuck out of their cabin last night and done it.”

“Good point.” Tyberious stood up and sighed. “I guess we’re getting nowhere. We should head back and see what everyone else is up to.”

“Alright,” said Cassandra. “You guys go ahead, don’t wait for me. I need to use the bathroom.”

“Do you want someone to come with you?” asked Soren. Cassandra shook her head.

“I’m fine. See you in a bit.” The CBers left, Cassandra to the bathrooms, the rest of them to the mess hall, where everyone was eating lunch.

Lunch was make-your-own-sandwich, so the CBers each got two slices of bread and a butterknife. Laid in front of them were all sorts of sandwich making things, such as peanut butter, jelly, honey, hazelnut spread, turkey, ham, mustard, and an array of other things, curiously including peppermint bark. Harliquin, for reasons known only to himself, decided to put hazelnut spread together with strawberry jelly. The result was quite tasty.

After the sandwich-making fest was finished, Viola? noticed that Cassandra had still not rejoined them. She and Soren went to check on her. They walked over to the bathrooms by the theatre, and Soren knocked on the door.

“Cassandra?” she called. “Are you in there?” There was no reply. She tried the handle and found that it was unlocked. Cautiously, she opened the door. Her breath caught in her throat.

Lying on the ground was Cassandra, still and silent. A scarf was twisted around her neck. She had been choked to death. As Soren and Viola? examined her body, they found one word painted in tiny black letters on the ground by Cassandra’s hand.

“Stop.”

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I would like to sincerely apologize for my absence. I've been working on my NaNo novel, which has taken up quite a bit of my time, and before that I was procrastinating and writing essays for school. As compensation, in this part, you will find a clue as to my identity. Happy reading!