BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 5: The Butcher’s Masquerade

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Comments I wrote during a buddy read of THE BUTCHER’S MASQUERADE

Page 3 – Remaining Crawlers 85, 223 … Down from 8 billion. Only 0.001% of humanity left.
(Am I going to count the percentage on the hunters too? Dang straight I am.)
Remaining Hunters: 360

Page 8 – “I want a lawyer,” I said. “I’m not touching those things until I talk to one.” 
In the last book, didn’t Mordecai warn about lawyers and getting them involved?

Page 11 – Carl is high at 47, and all the hunters are starting at 50. But….. with no experience. I don’t think that is going to go well for them.

Page 57 – Boom today.  Carl is on the floor. There will be a boom today and a boom tomorrow.
There is always a boom tomorrow.
Here a boom, there a boom, everywhere a boom-boom.

Page 65 – 35 dead hunters. Not quite 10%, but it is a start.

Page 89 – Remaining hunters 1,013 … Are these guys mental?

Humanity 83,995 – loss of 1,228. About a 15% loss. Adding about the equivalent in hunters.

Are you sure you want to do that boyos?

Page 128 – I think the whisper in the back of Carl’s head is the Valtay brain upgrades that aren’t *quite* capable with the Dungeon Crawler human wetware. You KNOW they haven’t done backward capability testing at all. And I bet all the patching they’ve done hasn’t gone through sandbox testing.

Page 141 – All those questions Carl is asking, basically is making a recap episode. I wonder if they asked for it, or if it is just a naturally occurring activity. Recap episodes are always good when you start a new season/floor. What happened is it that happened last time … Carl is making it look natural.

Page 179 – Carl is having to do a lot of non-grinding. First the Daughter storyline, and now the visit to Odette. It’s good he started off with the Big Boom. It’s the only think keeping him up with the other crawlers.

Page 179 –  “I thought since I loved you, that meant you loved me.”
Odette muttered something under her breath.

Oh dear…did you love Mordecai or did he love you, but you cared though you didn’t love him back until it was too late. As crawlers, as mentor & crawler, it was always going to be too late, wasn’t it?

Page 181 – “free* of charge”
What is the asterisk for?

Page 210 – “When one values coin above life, you should target the coin, for it hurts them more. “
Okay, that is going to become a bookquote. (If you see some you like here or in other books, ping me. For the non-Charlotte people who join this thread – Hi! I’m @erinpennbooks over on TikTok and @erinpenn7745  on YouTube and I make little shorts of Bookquotes with the cover and music.)

Page 225 – Oh BOY is this a big book!!! 707 pages.

Page 225 – I am working on downloading quotes from Goodreads right now and ran across this one:
“We will all have to work together to make sure you’re incompetence doesn’t continue.”
This is like the teacher saying – well, everyone flunked the test. … If it is the entire class, is it the classes fault or the teacher’s fault?

Page 225 – I can’t seem to find anything with the count of hunters who entered the game – just the 1,013 after over 50 of them are dead.

Page 227 – No, no. Please. You can’t do this. I’m a real person. Not a crawler or an NPC. A real person.

Oh, I would see red on that one too, Carl.

Page 264 – “actual Valtay landing vessel” …”at the bottom of the ocean”… “Not far from headquarters
Oh, that information is going to be useful some day.
“most interviews will occur here from now on”
Even better.

Page 278 – Have they named that poor cleaning bot yet? Does it get to level up? It should be able to level up all the work it does.

Page 292 – “I just judged…”
This is the Shatner Saturday Night Live “Evil Kirk” sketch where he asks if a fan has ever kissed a girl all over again. So uncomfortable. So true.

Page 293 – “before you sent them to die in MY dungeon”
The “I am not trapped here with all of you, you are trapped in here with me” trope. One of the politest versions is Captain America asking people if they want to get off the elevator. Carl is never going to be that polite.

Page 296 – Hunter count
Trophy for Carl is up to 39, but he isn’t the only collector (last count for him was 34).
Remaining hunters is 914.
Okay, I can’t find anywhere with the count of original hunters. 1,013 with over 50 dead hunters already, so let’s say 1,063 for the total hunter count signing up. Last over all count was 1,013 (highest number) now is 914 – so 89 dead from the last count. 139 dead overall. Somewhere between 8.7% and 13% dead. It is a start for the hunters.

Page 317 – “that river in my head would roar”
Still not sure what that river is. Carl is insane, maybe. and I’m not sure what flavor, but they have broken him.
That’s okay. He will still break them all.

Page 317 – “I missed so much”
Interviews with Odette and others, a private storyline to follow, and now a con??? He’ll need to blow up half the floor to keep up with those that can grind.

Page 324 – “I did receive something quite useful from a Platinum Did-You-Really-Just-Cast-Fireball-in-a-Room-This-Small Box.”

Oh, I am not going to sleep until I find out just how small that room was. What time is it? One am … dangit.

Page 325 – Random XP … Carl, you know that XP has always been tweaked by DMs (or AI) to help the “narrative”.

Page 338 –  Fireball is an outdoor spell, Donut.

Thank goodness, I get to sleep soon. Now to just finish the scene/chapter/next page.

Page 435 – Trophies by Carl: 52
Hunters: 673 (from 1,063 would be 63% left)

Page 472 – The AI is railroading this level hard.

Page 479 – Of course there are Carl-nut ships fics. (which are WRONG, just like the initial Winchester ships for Supernatural.)

Page 513 – Trophies by Carl: 66
Hunters left 290 (27% left)

Page 521 – …hair was on fire. Again.
At least Samantha is having fun. She is completely bug-crazy bonkers, but she is having fun.

Page 539 – The Cookbook has been an interesting addition. It’s another layer of competing interests to the story, another layer of history, another group of people (long dead, but we readers are still bleeding for them).
PS. Love Crawler Drakea who carefully cross-referenced all the entries and marked the last one for each crawler that went before them.

Page 541 – Hunters with one hour left is at 264 (25%)
Remaining crawlers at 59,259 down from 85,223 (69.5% of the total translated to this floor. Or 0.00007% of humanity at the start of the crawl.)

Page 542 – “I do hope, sir, that your brought shoes for the event. And pants.”
“Nope,” I said.

If I was one to laugh a lot, I would be wheezing on this exchange.

Page 558 – There have been hundreds, if not thousands, of Dungeon Crawler seasons, so there are at least hundreds of crazy AIs out there (if they really do set aside energy to house them indefinitely). I wonder if this will come up in a Carl plan; or just impact something, especially for the final book of the series. Do the AIs connect?

Page 586 – We are not considered citizens, so oxygen and land are not a right.

Keep the poor fighting each other for survival and make a profit while at it.

Page 587 – “It seems in a universe so large, one shouldn’t have to live somewhere inhospitable. It seems like it would be easy to find a place to live in peace.” 

“It does seem like it should be that way, doesn’t it?”

Artificial scarcity is a trap that many get caught in.

Page 588 – Turning on your own party is inevitable in a game where there can be only one. The producers will string along Carl and Donut team as long as they can, so Katia would be the first to get hit. Maybe Samantha – after all a demon – but does she even count since she is not a crawler?

Page 608 – Samantha has entered the bathroom chat.

Page 626 –  They died because I asked for help
Have you seen the death stats, Carl? No one leaves these crawls alive.

Page 636 – Samantha always promises to kill mothers. I hope she gets her chance here.
(Dang it, this sex doll head is growing on me.)

Page 651 – 75 hunters left … half of whom are homeless or refugees … UGH!!
This countdown is no longer fun.

Page 707 – That may have been the biggest final boss battle I have ever read. Only one I can think of coming close is The Priory of the Orange Tree.

Page 707 – Final Thought: The Butcher is the Goddess of “Peace” and her mask for the masquerade is her pretending to be peace when the reality is to create a butchery.

Series of Transcripts for Dungeon Crawler Carl

  1. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 1-3 (12/16/2025)
  2. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 1 (12/17/2025)
  3. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 2 (12/19/2025)
  4. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 3 (12/20/2025)
  5. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 4-6 (2/17/2026)
  6. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 4 (2/18/2026)
  7. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 5 (2/20/2026)
  8. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 6 (2/21/2026)

BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 4: The Gate of the Feral Gods

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Comments I wrote during a buddy read of THE GATE OF THE FERAL GODS

Page 1 – Remaining Crawlers – 178,887
1,172 bubbles that is 154 crawlers per bubble at about 40 crawlers per quadrant

Page 110 – “You keep destroying governmental buildings, Carl,” Donut said. “People are going to start thinking you have a problem with authority.”

Page 112 – “There are no other towns,” I said.
There is no other Earth. There is no where else to go.

Page 114 – Louis and Firas should have taken a Drunken Master specialty, just saying.

Page 120 – You received a bronze benefactor box from Valtay Corp … you received a silver from Open Intellect Pacifist Action Network.
Oh, are they in competition with each other?
(further reading) – no, I don’t think they are, but I wonder if that happens with other crawlers.

Page 121 – The Pacifist Group – you know in previous books, it mentions some of the Cookbook crowd opted out at certain levels. Did they survive whatever deals those were to eventually become the Pacifist Action Network (PAN)? Now they are in a position to get one of their own through it?

Page 129 – Do NOT look up Acrotomophilia.

Page 131 – “As always, safety came last.”
Just one big OSHA violation.

Page 134 – “The Gate of the Feral Gods” … wait a minute, back up to p. 54 and the Feral Goose
Anything “feral is bad news”.
You know, “anything bad news” is Carl’s middle name. He is going to love this.

Page 134 – This is where these quests for this bubble overlap: the submarine, the Tomb, the Mad Mage, and the Dirigible Gnomes.

Page 152 –  “Katia, I have a job for you.”  — She blinked and looked at me. “What do you need me to do?”  — “Two things. First one is a little gross.” 

In this world, I’m going to need you to define “a little gross.”

Page 162 – He needs to do the wrap your ankles up and rub your feet on the wall thing. The dungeon really has been working overtime on his behalf and deserves a reword.
Would you reward the dungeon? I think this would be easier for hetro-females to do than hetro-men.

Page 166 – “Leon might have been a tax attorney in another life.” – in this dungeon, that might actually be the case of what they were in a previous season.

Page 229 – The things this robot says! Please stick to bad Garfield quotes please.

Page 268 – “Audiences like drama, not melodrama.”
The cold fish is both right and wrong about that. The MIX of comedy and drama is the best, with a sprinkle of pathos about in about 1% of the episodes. I mean, that is why the Dungeon-Crawler series is so popular; you get invested and are heartbroken when the poor fools die.
The episode when Buffy’s mom “She’s cold.”; the firefly “I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.” Doctor Who 5th form ending “Adric?”, etc.

Page 275 – Donut grumbled something under her breath. It was something along the lines of “Talking Fancy Feast.”

Page 302 – Revisiting childhood trauma is always fun. But, yes, important to realize the mindset his father and programmed into him and decide to do better.

Page 450 – PUPPY!!!

Page 488 – I loved the interacting storyline of “our” bubble. That particular bubble was well-written. I bet the options were rigged for the top-ten – they were matched up to the best storylines. Over 1,000 bubbles with four different puzzles each – you know over half of them were written by interns; Borton might have even done a High-School competition of “write a storyline and see it in action” to help boost numbers as parents proudly watch a story about bubbles and blood – “my kid wrote that!” for the lesser watched participants.

Page 556 – Thinking about writing up the review. Can’t really say this there, but this floor actually preps you for the lower floor. With only between 25-100 crawlers available to help you solve your quest, well, that is the number you will be facing at lower levels. Since no one has made it past level 11, I wonder if the game hosts even know how to create appropriate level activities for the final levels.

Page 572 – Oh that can’t be good. Odette, you crab-infested woman, what are you doing?

Page 572 – Carl is playing the long game in a game where you not suppose to think beyond surviving the next hour. Him taking out about a quarter of the issue with the next level is genius.

Page 580 – I hate the Hamsters Twins, but…it is in character for this type of species.
My dad did an aquarium with guppies at one point while I was growing up. So guppy males are attracted to a black spot on the female – this black spot gets bigger the more pregnant she is – so they are ALWAYS chasing her when she is pregnant.

Series of Transcripts for Dungeon Crawler Carl

  1. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 1-3 (12/16/2025)
  2. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 1 (12/17/2025)
  3. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 2 (12/19/2025)
  4. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 3 (12/20/2025)
  5. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 4-6 (2/17/2026)
  6. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 4 (2/18/2026)
  7. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 5 (2/20/2026)
  8. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 6 (2/21/2026)

Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl (books 4-6)

I made it through three more amazing Dungeon Crawler Carl books!!!!

Why is Matt Dinniman making them larger and larger????? (I need sleep soooo badly now.)

Bonus for this series is the Storygraph BuddyRead Transcripts which I will drop during the rest of the week.

Dungeon Crawler Carl Series
Book 1: Dungeon Crawler Carl (levels 1 and 2 of the dungeon – 464 pages)
Book 2: Carl’s Doomsday Scenario (level 3 – 384 pages)
Book 3: The Dungeon Anarchist’s Cookbook (level 4 – 544 pages)
Book 4: The Gate of the Feral Gods (level 5 – 608 pages)
Book 5: The Butcher’s Masquerade (levels6 and 7 – 720 pages)
Book 6: The Eye of the Bedlam Bride (level 8 – 832 pages)
Book 7: This Inevitable Run (level 9 – 880 pages)
Book 8: A Parade of Horribles (level 10 – forthcoming in June 2026)

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BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON for THE GATE OF THE FERAL GODS

New Achievement! Total, Utter Failure.

You failed a quest less than five minutes after you received it. Now that’s talent.

A floating fortress occupied by warrior gnomes. A castle made of sand. A derelict submarine guarded by malfunctioning machines. A haunted crypt surrounded by lethal traps.

It was supposed to be easy. One bubble. Four castles. Fifteen days. Capture each one, and the stairwell is unlocked.

Here’s the thing. It’s never easy. Carl and his team can’t go it alone. Not this time. They must rely on the help of the low-level, I-can’t-believe-these-idiots-are-still-alive crawlers trapped in the bubble with them. But can they be trusted?

Welcome, Crawler. Welcome to the fifth floor of the dungeon.

MY REVIEW for THE GATE OF THE FERAL GODS

Less than 200,000 left of the 8 billion, separated into small bubbles of teams between 40 and 200 people.

I loved the interacting storyline of the bubble. That particular bubble was well-written. I bet the options were rigged for the top-ten – they were matched up to the best storylines. Over 1,000 bubbles with four different puzzles each – you know over half of them were written by interns; Borton might have even done a High-School competition of “write a storyline and see it in action” to help boost numbers as parents proudly watch a story about bubbles and blood – “my kid wrote that!” for the lesser watched participants.

The fish-folk are beginning to cut back information from the outside, but they are too late with Carl. He is working two major things now: get as many crawlers networked together as possible and prepping for future levels. The networking was just beginning on paying off when everyone got chopped up into separate bubbles – but there is also a work-together needed to solve the bubble puzzles in order to get the staircase to the next level.

I love how Mr. Dinniman continues to give us so many layers to each story. We got the one puzzle in front of us within the dungeon. The interacting puzzle within the bubble. The bigger layer of the level and the Feral Gods. The interaction with other crawlers, some allies and some enemies and some just begging for help. The PR of the show. The politics beyond the show. The other dungeon levels upcoming with other problems.

This series can be a wild ride of adventure, a mystery puzzle with dozens of moving pieces, or a political statement about exploitation. Or all three. Read at whatever structure and entertainment you want.

Now it is time for me to sleep. I should not read 500+ page books in one sitting; I can’t help by read Dungeon Crawler Carl books in one sitting. These books refuse to be put down.

Read through the local library system.

 

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BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON for THE BUTCHER’S MASQUERADE

Attention. Attention. The gates are down. The hunters are loose.
Run, Run, Run.

A lush jungle teeming with danger. Savage dinosaurs seeking blood. A fallen princess intent on vengeance. A mysterious, end-of-floor celebration for the top crawlers, dubbed “The Butcher’s Masquerade.”

The sixth floor. The Hunting Grounds.

As the remaining crawlers battle for their lives, a new, terrible threat looms. Outside tourists are finally allowed to enter the game, and they are here and ready to hunt. Among them is Vrah, a famed and veteran hunter, intent on collecting the biggest trophy of her career.

But their prey is far from harmless, and this season they are fighting back.

MY REVIEW for THE BUTCHER’S MASQUERADE

Each book of this series gets longer, with this installment over seven-hundred-page volume broken into four parts. Between side quests (the recital (new) and the elite storyline from level three being revisited), ongoing plans, dealing with being top crawlers and the chaos that brings, a con for the crawler fandom, and, of course, the themed challenge for level six, there are a LOT of moving parts and storylines needing building, climaxing, and resolving.

Mr. Dinniman continues to mesmerize with the fast-moving shuttle of the woven plotline. You will be mad and sad, laugh and cry and all the emotions in between with this fifth installment of Dungeon Crawler Carl.

I would like to compare this entire series to the short-story puns Isaac Asimov used to write – those things that were a little confusing at the beginning but you trusted that he would pull it all together to a very satisfying pun. Mr. Dinniman pulls everything together for some of the most epic final battles I’ve ever read while giving pathos and jokes in equal measure.

I would like to give a shout-out to everyone who loves Samantha, because I don’t like her that much but I know a lot of people do and situational jokes like her are one of the reason a lot of people are buying the Carl books. And those purchases encourages the author to keep writing them. So thank you.

Buy. Buy. Buy. (So he will write. write. write. and then we can read, read, read.)

(Book checked out through the local library.)

 

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BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON for THE EYE OF THE BEDLAM BRIDE

A pantheon of forgotten gods. An old grudge between a talk show host, an heiress, and the man they shattered along the way. A rapidly deteriorating AI system. An inconvenient tiara upon the head of a friend.

It is bedlam on the eighth floor.

As management reels from the unexpected conclusion of the seventh level, the surviving crawlers stumble onto the eighth and find themselves scattered. It’s a map based on Earth’s final days before the collapse, where ethereal, intangible ghosts of humanity go about their lives, oblivious of the impending doom. Living amongst these ghosts are monsters based in Earth lore. “Legendary” creatures tied to the geographical location they inhabit.

Each team of crawlers is given a task: find and capture six of these beasts. The captured monsters will be turned into cards. Cards that can be summoned into battle again and again. The stronger, the deadlier, the better.

At the end of the floor, the bad guys will also have decks, and they will have some of the most powerful cards available. So it’s crucial to assemble the toughest squad possible.

But, like always, there is a catch. There’s always a catch.

As Carl and Donut know all too well, just because someone is captured, it doesn’t mean they have been tamed.

Her name is Shi Maria. She’s easily the most powerful monster in their area. If they want to survive, they must capture her. But she is no ordinary beast. She’s intelligent. She was once married to a god, a god who is now missing. Her special attack is known to drive one insane. They call her the Bedlam Bride.

“Beware, beware. Beware the Eye of the Bedlam Bride”

MY REVIEW for THE EYE OF THE BEDLAM BRIDE

The ride continues. The best world-building and character building and complicated plot building and mac-gyvering I have ever seen.

Not my favorite book of the series, and it shows in the “long” read-time (over two weeks). When I collapsed at night, I could sometimes go a couple-few days without returning. The reason is the mechanics for this level is not my favorite.

Each level of the dungeon has a different challenge and storyline. For the 8th level, the mechanics is a card game. I bet my friend who did professional poker playing loved it, same with the Pokemon and the Magic: The Gathering players. I’ve played enough card games to understand the mechanics, but ducked out of getting addicted. Like the Iron Tangle level, the setup is slow. The emotions stops and challenges along the way all are important, but not a wild ride (except that the whole series is a Wild Ride) until the very end.

And with a 800 page book, the “wild end” is over 100 pages, but DO NOT SKIP to the end. You need everything inbetween.

The themes of this book are addiction, trauma (always), and the power of togetherness. Addiction makes you pull away, togetherness helps you survive. A book this crazy should not be tackling themes this deep, but here we are, Carl, and Mongo approves.

Read through the local library system.

Series of Transcripts for Dungeon Crawler Carl

  1. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 1-3 (12/16/2025)
  2. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 1 (12/17/2025)
  3. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 2 (12/19/2025)
  4. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 3 (12/20/2025)
  5. Book Review (SERIES): Dungeon Crawler Carl Books 4-6 (2/17/2026)
  6. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 4 (2/18/2026)
  7. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 5 (2/20/2026)
  8. BuddyRead Transcript: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 6 (2/21/2026)

Book Review: The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

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The Dead Cat Tail Assassins by P. Djeli Clark

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The Dead Cat Tail Assassins are not cats.
Nor do they have tails.
But they are most assuredly dead.

Nebula and Alex Award winner P. Djèlí Clark introduces a brand-new world and a fantastical city full of gods and assassins.

An NPR “Books We Love” choice of 2024, Indie Next Pick, LibraryReads Top Ten Selection, Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance Selection, and Best-Of Book according to BookRiot, and ALA/YALSA Alex Award winner

Eveen the Eviscerator is skilled, discreet, professional, and here for your most pressing needs in the ancient city of Tal Abisi. Her guild is strong, her blades are sharp, and her rules are simple. Those sworn to the Matron of Assassins―resurrected, deadly, wiped of their memories―have only three unbreakable vows.

First, the contract must be just. That’s above Eveen’s pay grade.

Second, even the most powerful assassin may only kill the contracted. Eveen’s a professional. She’s never missed her mark.

The third and the simplest: once you accept a job, you must carry it out. And if you stray? A final death would be a mercy. When the Festival of the Clockwork King turns the city upside down, Eveen’s newest mission brings her face-to-face with a past she isn’t supposed to remember and a vow she can’t forget.

 

MY REVIEW

Ready for a sword and sorcery book about undead assassins? This character-driven, world-building delight is a gem of action adventure.

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins always complete their contract. They are raised by priests as undead without memory, family, or past. Eveen is one of their best. But her target does the impossible. The blue loc’ed 19 year old pulls a memory. Now in a city in the midst of a festival, they have until dawn to figure out the mystery of the memory, or the contract will bring death to both.

The festival and the city is Shimmering in details. Every character is rich with characteristics bringing them alive (even when they are undead). Five out of five for this book.

Read through the local library (ebook) system. Support your local libraries.

[Spoiler-ish Developmental editing comment: Chef’s kiss to the midpoint. A good story has a false path to success – usually dependent on the professional skills and high expertise of the main character – they are close to success and things get dashed to bits. All planning destroyed. Nothing is salvageable. They must completely change their path and go in a direction previously untenable. This novella is a masterpiece for this particular story structure.]

Flash: Magical Menace Mode Part Two – Special Meeting


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Jennie shifted her bag to quickly unbuckle the shoulder strap and hop out of the car as soon as they got to Bill’s house; her dad needed to get to the Sunday evening service. “When will you need pick-up?” he asked as they pulled along the curb.

“Don’t worry about that,” she said, moving like Houdini to extract from the sedan to escape the litany of questions she already had survived—who will be there, is a parent going to be there, what are you planning on doing. “I’ll get Chris to drive me home.”

“I don’t know. It’s February and ice can be tricky, especially for new drivers.”

Stepping out of the car, shouldering her bag, she held the door open a moment to point at the driveway, “No worries, that is the Escalade in the drive, looks like they just arrived, and he has one of the chauffeurs with him.”

“Ah, I see. Robbie. Okay then. Curfew is eleven; tonight is a school night.”

“Daddddd—”

“Do you want it to be the normal nine?”

“Thanks, Dad. I love you lots.” Jennie shoved the door shut and rushed away. Catching up with Chris and his driver as Mrs. Dinniman opened the front door. “Hey Mrs. D! Is Bill upstairs?” Jennie asked as Bill’s mom stepmom stepped aside to let the three of them in and started walking to the staircase.

“Yes, he is. Meghan is already up there. Remember, the door stays open.”

Jennie bounded up the stairs, Chris saying a quick “Mrs. D” before taking them two at a time with his long legs.

The woman welcomed the other adult behind them. “Hello Robert, I was about to put on a kettle for some tea and was planning on catching some Antique Roadshow or CSI. Bill already absconded with the pie, but he left two pieces behind…”

The adult voices faded behind the teenagers as they turned down the “L” shaped hall of the second story. Bill’s bedroom door was open on the left side. Inside, Meghan had shoved piles to the side on Bill’s desk to work on her advanced chemistry class. Bill laid on his stomach on his bed working on the English Shakespeare assignment, swiping through on his tablet. When the other two of the newspaper crew arrived, Bill swung up to armgrip Chris in welcome. They pounded each other’s backs.

Bill and Jennie exchanged awkward glances before a microhug. Jennie continued to walk in to drop her bag beside the chair Meghan was in, hugged Meghan, and then dropped down beside the bag in her normal spot when they met at Bill’s place. Chris and Meghan did a finger wave at each other, before Chris and Bill belly flopped onto the bed, which groaned under their combined weight.

Both of the boys had been shooting up faster than they had been putting on muscle, but Bill was five nine, and Chris passed six foot at the start of Junior year. His father had been a power forward in the NBA, and he still stood at six nine. Chris took after him, even playing the same position in the Washington Wigwams, and though he looked completely stretched out, every last bone was covered in dense lean muscle making him a deadly power forward with the scholarship to his father’s alma mater already sewn up while he was still a Junior.

Meghan rotated the desk chair to face the room. “Alright, what is the big secret that made you drag me out on the one night I had off this week?” She stared at Chris, who was usually the leader of the group.

“Not me this time.” He held up his hands in denial. “Bill said I had to be here. I’m just glad because it gets me an extra day to see if this tooth will heal. My parents are going to kill me when they found out I had another tooth knocked loose on the paint.”

“It’s still loose?” Jennie asked. He had called her last night after he had gotten home from the away game since she was the night owl of the friend group.

“Wiggling like a wigwam.”

“Dude, you got to stop throwing elbows with people.” Bill said beside him.

“Not my fault this time. The Roosters came to Play and Play Hard with home field advantage after the trouncing we gave them last time, and Damien is a monster of a Senior. I think he had gotten held back a year at some point.” Chris touched his front tooth gingerly before smiling. “We still beat them by twenty points.”

“So if not you, then who?” Meghan refocused them.

Jennie raised her hand slowly. “That would be me…mostly…and Bill…kind-of.”

“And why couldn’t this a Discord?”

“Bill, could you…”

“Gotcha.” The seventeen-year-old grabbed one of his pillows and tossed it at the open door, closing it.

Jennie inhaled deeply before putting her backpack into her lap and unzipping the top. “Okay, first off this is yours…” she passed a red-banded wad of one hundred five dollar bills up to where Meghan sat, “and this one is yours.” Jennie tossed another wad to where Chris lay on the bed.

“Jennie…this is.” Meghan fanned the money confirming everything within was fivers. “What is this? Did you rob a bank?”

Chris handled his wad, lifting it up and down with a consideration mask on his face before setting it aside on the bed.  He had a game face firmly in place.

“No. Um.” Jennie looked up at Meghan. “I don’t think so?”

Bill blurted out. “She waved her magic wand and the money appeared.”

“She what now?” “The fuck?”

Jennie pulled out the ostentatious pink plastic wand they had given her at the Christmas party from her backpack and shook it a little. “Bill did a big wish and I waved my magic wand and money appeared.” She nodded to the two wads she had just given out. “There were four piles. Since his wish was for just $500, we figured it was one for each of us. It happened Thursday in the newsroom.”

“You’re kidding,” said Chris after he and Meghan stared at them for a long moment.

“You’re not kidding.” Meghan said seconds later.

“Nope.” “No cap.” “Jinx.”

Silence followed until Bill broke it with, “So….now can we try for enough money to get me a car?”

“No.” Jennie said sharply.

“Hell, no.” said Chris. “Nerd…and nerdettes…if you even need money, let me know. I got you.”

“What is your allowance anyway?” Jennie asked. The group didn’t talk much about Chris’ situation. His dad left the NBA after his mother had a stroke to take over the family pie-making business, which was already two manufacturing bakeries delivering to supermarkets throughout the state. Under his direction, it had expanded to cover four states and was moving to open facilities in a fifth state this summer. The multi-million-dollar company never had taken the stock route to raise capital; the family still owned everything personally. But they worked and worked hard at it, and Chris’ dad insisted he attend public school and made sure the local public school had been worth attending.

“It got changed to a paycheck with I started working after turning sixteen.”

“Your dodging, Stretch.” Meghan complained.

“Forty-three thousand a year.”

“43!” “Your fucking kidding!” “Wow, that is…” The rest of the group sputtered.

“No way that is a part-time salary on the books.” Jennie’s eyes narrowed; she shook the wand at him, enjoying the sparkle and the whoosh of the tinsel tassel.

“I got a bonus for that project we did in seventh grade, encouraging one of the bakeries to go all solar. Remember, we got them to cover the roof.”

“Those big flat manufacturing roofs just beg for solar panels.” Meghan muttered.

“Right, and we got the parking lot covered too since Jennie was going hard in her green phase.” Chris rolled to sit up. “Anyway, you remember the expectation that the break-even would be about five years, if ever? They were worried about maintenance. It was three because they put in the data center in the next county over and drove up everyone’s water and electrical as a result. Even with adjusting for maintenance and repairs, I get ten percent of the savings for the bonus idea as part of my pay because of the ‘We Want Your Ideas’ program to encourage line workers. The bonus only applies to the first five years, so it wasn’t suppose to be anything, but it turned into a big deal with the data center, so I got everything bundled once I turned sixteen in March spread out over my first year’s salary.”

He leaned forward on his knees. “Guys, you were part of the presentation and the research and all of that. You helped make it happen. I was going to wait until summer, but each of you was going to get a quarter of the bonus. Only fair.”

Jennie pulled her legs against her body. “How much?” she whispered.

“Well, after taxes, me and Mr. Pierce in accounting worked it out to be a little under four thousand each.” Chris shrugged. “And it may be more. My job this summer is to implement it for every plant that is cost effective. Right now, I’m working with the planners for the North location to have it all built-in. I was hoping to see if any of you guys would be available to be my assistants come summer. I was still working things out with HR; they don’t want to finalize anything until you are all over seventeen. The laws for sixteen years old make them twitchy.”

“I’m in.” Bill stated immediately.

Laying her head on her knees, Jennie said quietly. “I could…yeah. Not doing fast food again would be nice.”

“I’m already committed to early-in.” Meghan reported. “I’ll be leaving on June 30th.”

Jennie snapped her head around. “You did not sit on telling us that.”

“I did. Because I knew you would be like this.”

Bill held up his hand. “I want it known I do not have any secrets.”

“Other than being bi?” Jennie snapped.

“Hardly a secret.”

Chris held up the bundled cash wad of $500. “I don’t need this and some of you do, why don’t you—”

“Can’t.” Jennie jumped in. “I…it has to go to you. Figure out a charity or something. It…” her eyes unfocused as she tried to figure out what she was feeling, “…if you don’t want it, it has to go to someone with a true need that you…personally…want to help. An individual.” Her eyes cleared as she looked around the room. “That seems to be part of the rules. Small, individual, needs.”

“Oooookay, witchy woman.” Chris got off the bed to put the money into his backpack. “I’ll figure out someone that meets that requirement. I usually donate to the animal shelter and to that eco-group you had hooked me up with, but I don’t think those meet the requirements.” He tucked the money away, then around to sit on the floor opposite Jennie, stretching out his long legs. “Meghan, call us to order.”

“The special meeting of news nerds is called to order at…” Meghan tapped her tablet awake, “…eight thirty-four, Chris Fletcher presiding, Meghan Gomez secretary, Jennie Williams vice president, and Bill Dinniman hosting.”

“Jennie, you called the special meeting.” Chris prompted.

“Well, newflash. I may have a magic wand.” Jennie unfurled her legs and waved the wand again.

“Are you sure?” Meghan asked.

Jennie set the wand between her and Chris. “Not at all. We only have two eye witnesses, and one of them had their eyes closed at the moment the money allegedly materialized. No one else was in the room. But circumstantial evidence points to something unusual and outside the normal laws of physics occurring. I have a personal bias toward magic, so my judgement might be compromised.”

Meghan, Jennie, and Chris looked at Bill. “I was in the room. We were talking about the weekend, I think, and I needed about five hundred dollars for a fundraiser so I could bow out of that, which would free me up to attend the Model United Nations practice. We joked about making the money appear and Jennie, the witch in question, asked me to close my eyes and wish real hard, which I did. The money was for Pierce’s Eagle Scout and after all he had done for me to get mine, I didn’t want to let him down, but Carrie Jones and Eve Rodsky both wanted extra work with MUN and I am trying to figure out which to take to prom and I had to be there too. It was tough and I wished super hard. When I opened my eyes, the money, wrapped in four groups of $500 was on the floor. I don’t believe I was the cause. I have wished numerous times for money and things, and you all know how much I want my own car, and nothing along these lines have ever happened. Evidence would indicate the story lies in a different direction.”

He smirked at everyone. “And, yes, I realize the irony of the photographer having his eyes closed during something this big, but what are you going to do?”

“Jennie,” Chris looked across at her, “Bill here has a reasonable rebuttal against him being the cause of this…”

“Disruption of reality.” Meghan provided.

“Thank you. Disruption of reality. What other things can you report since his eyes were closed.”

“Well, I had the wand in my hand. I had been enjoying listened to the tassel of tinsel whoosh.” She picked up the wand to demonstrate, with a shake. “Once Bill had his eyes closed I said ‘Abracadabra’”—Meghan made a sound, interrupting Jennie, but then said quietly “sorry, continue”—“right, and I circled it around, the floor like this and flicked it.” Jennie demonstrated the movement but nothing happened. “Then there was money.”

“Right,” Chris said. “Meghan, you had something?”

“I was watching the voice to text writing things out and saw the mention of a ‘tassel of tinsel.’” Meghan gestured to the wand. “There isn’t a tassel.”

“Sure there is.” Jennie asserted, waving the wand again, watching the shimmer on the tassel wrapped just below the wand foiled headpiece.

“No,” Chris said gentle, “there is no tassel.”

Jennie looked up at Bill and he answered, “No tassel that I can see.”

“But it is right here!”

“Eyewitness account are the most problematic.” Meghan assured Jennie.

Bill interjected. “But, if it is Magic, for real, maybe she can see something we can’t.”

Chris nodded. “Jennie, describe the wand to us in detail.”

“No, wait,” Meghan said, “let’s all draw the wand as we see it before we get influenced by what she is seeing.”

“Do you have crayons to draw this princess perversion?” Jennie waved her wand again.

“Do I got crayons?” Bill snorted before hopping off his bed and going to his art closet. “Do you want crayons, magic markers, colored pencils, or a camera?”

“No camera,” Meghan said. “We had pictures at Christmas and nothing looked wrong there, so the photo lies. Actually Bill, can you pass a photo around of Jennie with the wand?”

“Sure, let me boot up the monster. I downloaded it from my phone ages ago.” Bill moved to sit in Meghan’s lap, but she hopped out of the way and joined the other two on the floor.

While everything was coming online on his heavily graphics-oriented computer, Meghan stood back up and went to the art closet and pulled out paper for each person. Jennie asked for pencils and Chris for markers. They started drawing while Bill waited to open his computer, get the software up, and searched the files for the Christmas party with the whole high school newspaper and their advisor. “Here is Jennie with her award and gift. Wizard-in-chief.”

“Jennie, do you see a tassel?” Meghan asked.

“Yes.”

“Anyone else, does it look different on the screen than on the floor here?”

Everyone reported no difference.

“Okay, it is nine-thirty. Draw for another ten minutes.” Chris ordered before asking, “Anyone have a ten curfew tonight?”

“I got to kick everyone out at ten-thirty.” Bill said as he started to draw the picture on his screen using his graphics software.”

“I’m good until eleven if you can drive me home, Chris.” Jennie said from where she was curled up against one of Bill’s bookcases drawing.

“I got you covered.” Chris assured her. “How about you Meghan?”

“I can text Mom and say you will drop me off between ten-thirty and eleven.”

“Okay, I such at drawing, this is as good as it gets.” He laid his drawing facedown, then stood up. “I’ll let Mr. Blue know the plan and be right back.”

(words 2,813, first published 2/1/2026)

Magical Menace Mode Series

  1. Magical Menace Mode (1/25/2026)
  2. Magical Menace Mode Part 2: Special Meeting (2/1/2026)