I walk up the stairs that lead to the ballroom, my converse slapping against the ground. I tightly grip my platter, which has a cherry pie still warm from the oven and a bowl of fresh fruit precariously stacked upon it. The doorway of the ballroom is huge. You could plant a tree beneath it, and it'd be ages until it would be tall enough to reach the top! I admire the architecture for a moment before I turn my gaze towards the ballroom. There are many CBers already there, and I feel my cheeks start to burn. Hopefully, I'm not too late. I slid into the ballroom quietly, already starting to feel shy. As I head over to a long table stacked with food, I notice Lumi, who looks nearly as socially awkward as I feel. I drop my platter on the wooden table with a clunk, and spin back around. After a moment of hesitation, I smile at Lumi and wave hello.  

”Oh?” 

I look up, and hear two people calling to me. Before I have time to choose who to talk to, I hear someone yell.

”Catch him!”

I unsuccessfully try to grab the runaway CAPTCHA, and in the process drop my drink. I have milkshake all over my dark dress. My face turns red and CBers are still calling me. I am not antisocial or introverted, but for some reason, my head is telling me I am. My face keeps getting redder, and it seems as if everyone is watching me. A tear starts to drip down my face, and I run to the nearest small space, which happens to be the bathroom. I sit in the stall, looking down at my feet, tears streaming to the floor. Suddenly, I hear someone come in. 

I look up at the fancy architecture and decorations as I come through the doors, clumsily balancing two platters of brownies and a blueberry cake. I've done a lot of baking today. I glance around and notice the snack table. Glad for somewhere to go, I make my way over there, and put my plates down. Then I take a donut and look around again, anxiously wondering what I should do, and eventually wander over to a CBer who looks friendly.

"Hi," I begin nervously. "I'm MoonKitten. What's your name?"

AHHH I'M LATE

I quickly look at watch. AGH! I set it incorrectly. And this limosioune driver is sure taking his time. "Ok buddy, sorry about this, but I've got a party to attend. I jump in the front seat and kick the driver out, then put the pedal to the metal.

Driving over 100 mph, I swerve around every corner, narrowlly missing the curb. Finnaly I reach the party. Straightening out my suit, I put on my most charming face. I grab my food, and strut inside. I slide my food on the table, but start to feel a bit guilty for arriving late. 

I quickly bust out my clarinet and start serenading the party with some sweet, sweet clarinet tunes. If only other people here knew how to play jazz instruments. Then we could have some smooooooth backround jams.

"Hey, clover?" I ask. "I'm going to go check on Nite, is that okay? I'll meet you in the garden in a few, and here are some CAPTCHA treats to try getting xan out of the pool." Clover nods at me and I go to the bathroom. I hear Nite crying in a stall. "Hey, Nite? I'm really sorry... a-are you okay?"

Oh no, I'M LATE!

I dash through the doors into the party, almost tripping over my own dress. I stumble, and then right myself. How embarrassing. I blush, then look around. My stomach drops as I see all the people. My palms start to sweat through my gloves. This is when I wish my AEs were here. They're so dramatic, but they'd be helpful.

I take a deep breath and charge into the crowd, conversation washing over me as I weave through the flowing fabrics. Oh, good, snacks. I take a toothpick and skewer a piece of watermelon. Then I eat a piece of cake. You can't just eat forever, I think to myself. Is that Giselle? Go away, I think to her.

But maybe I should talk to people. I look around. Someone will have to come to me first, I decide, and go back to eating. 

I fidget as I enter the ballroom and squeeze my macarons onto the crowded table. Am I the last one here? Probably. Everybody seems to be in a deep conversation with another CBer. 

Poking at the flowers in my hair, I slink to a corner, where I try to hide in the shadows. Maybe no one will notice me? "No, you should socialize," I whisper to myself. "Have fun, Sage. It's a party, after all!"

I am hungry... after a minute more of self pep-talking, I walk back to the food table, where I can see most of the room. Some people seem to be free to talk. I grab a few delicious-smelling brownies and walk over to a CBer.

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Sorry I'm late!

Oh, out of the RP for a second, I drew Sunshine and I!!!

I race into the mansion's ballroom, hoping no one notices I'm late. I (attempt to) walk casually over to a table holding food, and try to decide what to try. Everything looks so good! A person in a tuxedo gestures to a tray of delicous looking cookies. "Have you tried the raspberry metaways? I made them." 

I grab one of the confections and pop it into my mouth. It's an explosion of sweet fruity flavors. I want to be greedy and grab about seven more, but I remind myself to be polite. "I'm Pangolin. And you are..." 

"I'm Writing_in_the_Dark," they say. 

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This is my first time doing an RP, and I hope I'm doing everything correctly. Am I not supposed to make someone talk or what...? @Writing_in_the_Dark, you can change the dialouge if you want.