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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)
Sorry. This has just been getting so depressing. I kind of felt like making it scary.
(December 18, 2016 - 10:14 am)
Day 8 (part 1)
Nothing happened.
(December 19, 2016 - 9:13 pm)
Day 8 (part 1)
Something did actually happen. Bursting out of her coma, Daisy shouted, "I'm sorry!! I'll miss you!" and died. Beth passed more peacefully. Her eyelashes opened, and she whispered, "I'll always rememb...." and then, as her eyelashes fluttered shut, she died. Meanwhile, Leafpool was out of the hospital! Feeling great, (except for a large dose of PTSD) shev left to get a sugar-coated danish. And nothing happened with her for a while.
A list was posted on every seat at the dininig room. A list of those who had passed on. In blood.
Cardinal
Stan
Fia
The Artist
Raven
Gared
Hazel
Daisy
Beth
Bolton
***
Unfortunately, the story must be added to at all costs. Who will be the next to die?
(December 20, 2016 - 5:18 pm)
Uh-oh. I have a feeling something will happen on the way to get that danish.
(December 24, 2016 - 1:50 pm)
Day 8 (part 2)
Charles was thinking of cheese. Several types of cheese. Gouda, Swiss, Cheddar, Gorgonzola, American, Babybell, Feta, Goat Cheese, Colby, Colby-Jack, Cream Cheese, Munster, Nacho Cheese, String Cheese, Swiss Cheese. And much more. Cheese....... Cheese Cake......His reverie of all things cheese was broken as Aren began to play the trumpet. This suprised Leafpool. Then Jarnen began to drink Maple Syrup. Charles frowned. all he wanted was to think about cheese. Danishes! More Cheesecake! CHEESE!!! 15,000 pieces of cheese on the wall, 15,000 pieces of cheese. One was eaten- Charles frown increased.The Captain was calling a meeting. All the Hamil-fans began to grumble.
Charles noticed something wrong. Where was the Captain?
(December 24, 2016 - 1:31 pm)
Nooo!!! Cardinal! The things you will resort to, murderer.
ill git u!!! woch out!!!
deth
No! Don't say that!
thats rite cardinl! deth 2 the merderer!!!
Quite unfortunately, that is not the correct way a Ski Lodge works. You should know that Brian.
watevr.
Yeah! Wtvr Elak! Zyxu!
(December 26, 2016 - 2:44 pm)
Day 8 (part 3)
The Captain was fine. She had just gone to get a danish, too. Nothing happened. Blerg.
***
Guys, I am going to visit relatives in Arlington, Virginia today, so I probably won't be able to post for the next 4 days. DEATH TO 7-8 HOUR DRIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I live in New York.)
(December 27, 2016 - 11:20 am)
Blehh. I feel bad for you, Pepper Star!
(December 28, 2016 - 11:18 am)
After a very long vomit-worthy drive, we arrived in Arlington. Here is the next part!
Day 8-9 (part 4)
Arwen new it was over the second she stepped into the room.Something- somebody was upstairs, tailing her. The ship creaked and groaned. A crashing, clanking noise began upstairs. Arwen tensed. She made her hands into fists. Something was wrong. Mystery, bound in ropes, fell down the stairs. He looked at her with wide, frightened eyes. Eyes that showed that something very, very, terrible had or was going to happen. Arwen carefully stepped back, afraid that she was going to be caught. Then, with a shriek, she fell back. Her foot was caught in a snare, and she hung upside down from a net. It was over. The net began to move. Move? Arwen thought. Why would it move?
Then, the murderer jumped out.
(December 29, 2016 - 12:04 pm)
*Whimpers* I'm scared....
*Consoles Arwen with a blueberry danish*
I DON'T WANT A DANISH! I'M SICK OF DANISHES! I WANT TO GET OFF THIS SHIP! WAHHH!!
(December 31, 2016 - 3:37 pm)
(January 1, 2017 - 12:34 pm)
Arwen, I really don't want to do this, but I have to. There are only FIVE days left! I have so many people for the murderer to finish off!
Day 9 (1:00 am.)
The net released Arwen over a boiling cauldron. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mystery ran and hit Arwen out of the way. He fell. Arwen felt herself catapulting through midair. She hit a conveyer belt. It began to move. Arwen clawed desperately, trying to get a grip. She did. Her fingers burned. She felt something break. Then she saw the broken off handle of the emergency stop lever. And then, the pit came. Her mind reasoned that if her fingers got stuck under the conveyer belt, they would snap off eventually. Or, she would get sucked under. Then, she dropped.The seemingly bottomless pit seemed to go on forever. Arwen blacked out. For a while, she wouldn't know if she survived.
Rosebud was walking along the deck. Then somebody grabbed her by her hair, and tossed her out to sea.Then, a robotic arm caught her and threw her back (by the legs). This painful game went about for ten minutes, by which point, she was unconcious. She was then put in the dungeon. "Happy Birthday" whispered the murderer.
Then, the murderer went to eat a grape, and then killed Jarnen. Leafpool was shocked. She was sure that she had lost two AEs, because Arwen had been presumed most certaintly dead. But, maybe she was in the bathroom, asleep because of all the Hamilton partying. When Rosebud was missing, Sam began to cry. No Rosebud? This day was bad.
Unfortunately, there was a
PART TWO.
***
Enjoy! So sorry Arwen, Rosebud, Leafpool, Jarnen and Sam.
(January 1, 2017 - 12:43 pm)
Wait, I'm dead?
Yes. And I'm probably dead.
YAYAY!!
WHAT? You're glad that you're dead?
I was feeling seasick.
Well....
(January 1, 2017 - 1:45 pm)
I probably don't have enough hair for that (shoulder-length bob) :):) but it was a dramatic way to disappear.
(January 28, 2017 - 7:57 am)
(January 1, 2017 - 12:44 pm)