The Hazelpage

The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.

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Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.

Notice Board:
Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.

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  • Silverfrost enters after writing a horrible essay on frog parts. Being a first timer here, she doesn’t know what to expect.

  • (Continuing me and Violet’s Phantom of the opera thread because it got buried on the other page 😛)

    “Ahhhh yay!!!!!! Violin buddies!!!” yells Aquila, “Ooh your violin sounds interesting!! I have absolutely no idea where my full size violin came from or how old it is, but I think it’s quite old because most of the shinyness is gone and it looks like it’s going to break every time I play it 😛 I know my 3/4 size violin was from France and was made in the 1910s, I still have my 3/4 size violin because I love its sound and it’s sounds so much nicer than my full size and my small hands appreciate it’s narrow neck 😛”
    She pauses to take a breath because she talks way to much, “I think the phantom could do with a pet like a dog or a cat because he was always lonely and the pet would be affectionate and loyal. Ahh I can just imagine him with a kitten!!! But knowing him he would name it Christine 😛”

    • Pine perks up, hearing about a Phantom thread. “I could totally imagine the Phantom as the guy who just has one pet but loves it to death,” she said, amused.

      • “Imagine what the phantom would do when the pet eventually died of old age!” laughs Aquila, “He would be like, ‘my pet is dead, you terrible people are going to pay for this‘ to some random people who didn’t even know he had a pet!”
        “Oh who’s your favourite phantom of the opera character Pine???” she asks excitedly!

    • I have that song stuck in my head right now

      Dewy starts singing

      In sleep he sang to me
      In dreams he came
      That voice that calls to me and speaks my name
      And do I dream again for now I find
      The Phantom of the Opera is there
      Inside my mind

      Sing once again with me
      Our strange duet
      My power over you grows stronger yet
      And though you turn from me to glance behind
      The Phantom of the Opera is there
      Inside your mind

      Those who have seen your face
      Draw back in fear
      I am the mask you wear
      PHANTOM
      It’s me they hear…

      Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined
      The Phantom of the Opera is there
      Inside my/your mind

      He’s there, the phantom of the opera!

      He’s there, the phantom of the opera

      (I know it by heart, but for the sake of my fingers, i copied and pasted it)

      • Aquila materialises her flugelhorn out of thin air and joins in.
        “I do know all the words,” she mews, “But I can’t sing at all – that’s why I get my instruments to sing for me.”

      • “Ria Ria Ria watch phantom of the opera, you won’t regret it. Okay maybe you might but I’m sure you would like it!!!!!!!” screeches Aquila, gasping to take a breath.

    • “Oh my god yessss!!!!!! Erik just neeeeeeds a pet!” Violet says. “Christine would totally be the cat’s name. I say cat because Erik seams like a person who doesn’t really want to do things. And cats just mostly sit there. Dogs need more attention.” Violet looks around, surprised that she and Aquila are not alone. “YASSS!! Greetings my fellow Phangirls and Phanboys!!!”

      • “I know, we have assembled the fans!!!!” yells an overexcited Aquila!!
        “Do you like Raoul?” she asks Violet, “I think he’s great!! Not as good as the phantom but a very close second!”

        • “Raoul is great in Phantom, but honestly, in my opinion, he’s a mouse brain in LND”

          • “I quite like him in POTO but I like him more in LND!” meows Aquila, controversially, “I think I have a sort of attachment to fictional characters that don’t get want they want and get a bad ending, I like the phantom best in POTO and Raoul best in LND!”

  • Sunbreeze stands up on one of the tables. “Can I sing something? Is that okay for all you folks?”

  • Thunderblaze jumpes on a table from teh back of the room. No body noticed him. “YAAAH!” He screamed, and played the Super Mario Theme song on his cheeks.

  • I have a song for Violetdusk and Aquila

    Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
    Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
    Silently, the senses abandon their defenses
    Helpless to resist the notes I write
    For I compose the music of the night
    Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
    Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
    Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
    Hard as lightening, soft as candlelight
    Dare you trust the music of the night?
    Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
    And the truth isn’t what you want to see
    In the dark it is easy to pretend
    That the truth is what it ought to be
    Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
    Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
    Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
    In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
    The darkness of the music of the night
    Close your eyes
    Start a journey to a strange new world
    Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
    Close your eyes and let music set you free
    Only then can you belong to me
    Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
    Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
    Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
    To the power of the music that I write
    The power of the music of the night
    You alone can make my song take flight
    Help me make the music of the night

    I also have an unhealthy obsession, I’m thinking of it but with cats phantoms mask is cobwebs. I have never seen anyone who loves it besides my mom. Did you know that there was the 25th anniversary play put on YouTube for a short time?

    I CANT FIND THE MOVIE ANYWHERE

  • “Okay,” Sunbreeze said. “Here’s a song!”

    High in the halls of the kings who are gone
    Jenny would dance with her ghosts
    The ones she had lost
    And the ones she had found
    The ones who had loved her the most

    The ones who’d been gone for so very long
    She couldn’t remember their names
    They spun her around on the damp old stones
    Spun away all her sorrow and pain

    And she never wanted to leave
    Never wanted to leave
    Never wanted to leave
    Never wanted to leave

    They danced through the day and into the night
    Through the snow that swept through the hall
    From winter to summer then winter again
    ‘Till the walls did crumble and fall

    And she never wanted to leave
    Never wanted to leave
    Never wanted to leave
    Never wanted to leave

    High in the halls of the kings who are gone
    Jenny would dance with her ghosts
    The ones she had lost
    And the ones she had found
    The ones who had loved her the most

  • Jaguar comes in her eyes darting to and from the people in the Hazelpage. She is quite nervous as she put away her HTML reflective suit. She sits at the corner of a small wooden table and settles down her hands shaking.

      • Jaguar hesitantly takes it with her tiny white paw and carefully nibbles on it. “Thanks,” she says. “So what is this place?” Jaguar asks adjusting her brown hat. The tawny and russet feather at the top waves slightly. A glass of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream floated next to her. Jaguar held it and slowly drank from it.

  • And the notes song
    One of my favorites

    And what is it I have meant to have wrote? (Looks) written?
    Haha

    I took away some swear words.
    That’s why there are !

    Firmin
    “Mystery after gala night,” it says, “mystery of sopranos flight”.
    “Mystified,” all the papers say, “We are mystified. We suspect foul play!”
    Bad news on soprano scene
    First Carlotta, now Christine.
    Still at least the seats get sold,
    Gossip’s worth its weight in gold.
    What a way to run a business
    Spare me these unending trials
    Half your cast disappears
    But the crowd still cheers
    Opera!
    To with ! Gluck and Handel
    Have a scandal and you’re sure to have a hit!

    Andre
    !
    Will they all walk out?
    This is !

    Firmin
    Andre please don’t shout
    It’s publicity and the take is vast
    Free publicity

    Andre
    But we have no cast!

    Firmin
    Andre have you seen the queue
    Ah, it seems you’ve got one too

    Andre
    “Dear Andre what a charming gala,
    Christine was in a word sublime
    We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left
    On that note: The diva’s a disaster,
    Must you cast her when she’s seasons past her prime?”

    Firmin
    “Dear Firmin just a brief reminder;
    My salary has not been paid
    Send it care of the ghost
    By return of post
    P.T.O No one likes a debter so it’s better if my orders are obeyed!”

    Andre & Firmin
    Who would have the gall to send this?
    Someone with a puerile brain
    These are both signed O.G
    Who the heck is he?
    Opera Ghost!

    Firmin
    It is nothing short of shocking

    Andre
    He is mocking our position

    Firmin
    In addition he wants money

    Andre
    What a funny apparition

    Andre & Firmin
    To expect a large retainer
    Nothing plainer
    He is clearly quite insane

    Raoul
    Where is she?

    Andre
    You mean Carlotta?

    Raoul
    I mean Miss Daae.
    Where is she?

    Firmin
    Well how should we know?

    Raoul
    I want an answer
    I take it that you sent me this note

    Andre
    What all this nonsense?
    Of course not

    Firmin
    Don’t look at us

    Raoul
    She’s not with you then?

    Firmin
    Of course not

    Andre
    We’re in the dark

    Raoul
    Monsieur don’t argue
    Isn’t this the letter you wrote

    Firmin
    And what is is that we’re meant to have wrote?
    …Written!

    Andre
    D”o not fear for Miss Daae
    The Angel of Music has her under his wing
    Make no attempt to see her again.”

    Raoul
    If you didn’t write it then who did?

    Carlotta
    Where is he?

    Andre
    Ah, welcome back!

    Carlotta & Piangi
    Where is he?
    Your precious patron
    Where is he?

    Raoul
    What is it now?

    Carlotta
    I have your letter
    A letter that which I rather resent

    Firmin
    And did you send it?

    Raoul
    Of course not!

    Andre
    As if he would

    Carlotta & Piangi
    You didn’t send it?

    Raoul
    Of course not!

    Firmin
    What going on?

    Carlotta
    You dare to tell me
    That this is not the letter you sent

    Raoul
    And what is it that I’m meant to have sent?
    “Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.
    Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight.
    Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place.”

    Andre & Firmin
    Far too many notes for my taste
    And most of them about Christine
    All we’ve heard since we came
    Is Miss Daae’s name

    Madame Giry
    Miss Daae has returned

    Firmin
    No worse for wear as far as we’re concerned

    Andre
    Where precisely is she now?

    Madame Giry
    I thought it best she was alone

    Meg
    She needed rest

    Raoul
    May I see her?

    Madame Giry
    No monsieur she will see no one

    Carlotta & Piangi
    Will she sing?
    Will she sing?

    Madame Giry
    Here I have a note

    All (except Madame Giry and Meg)
    Let me see it

    Firmin
    Please
    “Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most aimnable nature detailing how my Opera House is to be run
    You have ignored my orders…

    Phantom
    …I shall give you one last chance
    Christine Daae has returned to you
    And I am anxious her career should progress
    In the new production of Il Muto
    You will therefore cast Carlotta as the page boy
    And put Miss Daae in the role of Countess
    The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal
    The role of the page boy is silent which makes my casting in a word, ideal
    I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box 5 which will be kept empty for me
    Should these commands be ignored a disaster beyond your imagination will occur
    I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant
    O.G

    Carlotta & Piangi
    Christine!

    Andre
    What ever next?

    Carlotta & Piangi
    It’s all a ploy to help Christine

    Firmin
    This is insane

    Carlotta
    I know who sent this
    The Viscount, her lover

    Raoul
    Indeed, can you belive this?

    Firmin
    Signora

    Carlotta
    O tradori!

    Andre
    This is a joke

    Firmin
    This changes nothing

    Carlotta
    O mentitori

    Firmin
    Signora!

    Andre
    You are our star

    Firmin
    And always will be

    Andre
    Signora

    Firmin
    The man is made

    Andre
    We don’t take orders

    Firmin
    Miss Daae will be playing the page boy
    The silent role

    Andre & Firmin
    Carlotta will be playing the lead

    Charlotta
    It’s useless trying to appease me

    Piangi
    Appease her!

    Carlotta
    You’re only saying this to please me

    • “Ooh I can play part of this on my violin!” mews Aquila, “I quite like the tune but it seems a bit too upbeat for theatre owners who are receiving notes from a murderous phantom who lives under their opera 😛”

      • “You have a violin?” Jaguar asked Aquila. “I used have one except that I gave in to my friend Cloud, a snow leopard while journeying over the Ruby Mountains. Ever heard of that? Anyway my mom used to sing me a song when I was curled up next to her. If you don’t mind can I borrow your violin to play it? It gives me good memories. ” Jaguar set down her hot cocoa on the small wooden table.

        • “Of course!” Aquila hands her old battered violin to Jaguar.