Name: Sinusoidal Polyglot

CBer or AE: CBer

Pronouns: he/him

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: Three language books, a warm sweater, and an ice machine so we can PLAY IN THE SNOW!

Other: PLEASE don't have five conversations at once and stick to one, I am easily provoked by that.

Name: Henry

CBer or AE: Æ

Pronouns: he/him

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: Sine's got it all taken care of.

Name: Emmett

CBer or AE: Æ

Pronouns: he/him (I just realized all of my Æs are he/him. I should make another one with different pronouns)

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: Probably even MORE books, Sine's phone and satchel (he forgets it all the time I do not!), and Sine's earplugs in case it gets too loud (oh and mine too)

Name:GloomyBear

CBer or AE: CBer

Pronouns: she/her

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: Japanese Strawberry Short Cake (aesthetic as frog and tastes like hyrule)

Appearance (optional): See image

Other: OmO

Name:Rin

CBer or AE:AE

Pronouns: she/her

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: A bag of sugar.

Appearance (optional): Short, messy brown hair in a low side pnytail, big black eyes, slightly tanned skin, sharp teeth, wearing a thee piece suite because why the frog not.

Other: Rawr

Name: Carmen Viola

CBer or AE: AE

Pronouns: He/they

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?:Black raspberry, lavender and dark chocolate creppes.

Appearance (optional): Skin the color of milk chocolate, short,light, shaggy, blonde hair swoopy bangs, bright, baby blue eyes with long eyelashes, full lips, medium hieght, wearing a lavender suit.

Other:  OwO, I'm very new. I would be very happy if someone talked to me.

...in which Toad realizes he forgot the cookies :D

(this probably seems very overreact-y but ah well. this won't take up much time btw, he'll get over it quickly. No object permanance and all. he's very much "world is ending" one second and "everything's great (except for all the dark shadows over there but we don't talk about those)" the next XD)

~ 

It’s almost impossible to make out all of the words with the blasting television. But then Callum mentions a kitchen, and I brighten. “I brought cookies! I spent, like… uh… i don’t know how long what is time. But let’s go there!”

Callum nods. “Do you need any help getting in there?”

I scan the room. There’s nothing on the floor and plenty of space to use my cane, and the lights are bright enough that I can see pretty well, minus the standard halos around them. “I’m good. How come we both decided to wear a green bow tie, though? I mean, that was supposed to be my claim to fame.” Resentment settles in my chest. But for once I don’t feel like messing things up, so I ignore it. Besides, mine clashes far more.

We turn into the kitchen. The lights are slightly more sporadic and dimmer, so my eyes take a few seconds to adjust. Even when they do, all the details are a bit cloudier than normal. But it’s clear it's a spectacle. 

Cookies, sliced gingerbread, hot chocolate complete with marshmallows and candy canes and caramel sauce and so much more - every other treat you could possibly imagine is laid out on a table like clouds fading into the horizon. Bright swirl cookies, cinnamon rolls dolloped with decadent cream cheese frosting, thumbprint cookies filled with shining ganache. They’re gorgeous, and the smells of cinnamon and cloves and peppermint and chocolate and orange combine like toasting spices.  

But none of them are as beautiful as mine. And for once, I believe that.

If all goes well, not only will we have enough cookies to feed an army, people will notice. They'll ask "oh, who made these?" and then maybe they'll talk to me and then -

what? they'll make fun of me for every reson they can find?

That's what's going to happen. I'm sure of it. And yet... I can't help hoping. When the spotlight is on me, I know how to say all the right things. I know how to get laughs, sympathy, whatever I need. I feel like something more than the weird kid that people just keep around for laughs. I can ignore the fact that that's still all I am.

I feel like something worthwile, something alive; something more than fog and wilted flowers. 

While Callum surveys the assortment and picks out a few treats for himself, I unzip my backpack and procure my prize. The container is big - big enough for cookies with red and white twisted like candy canes, for the butter mochi I’ve always made for New Years, for gingerbread cookies I spent half a day poring over with icing bags and toothpicks and so many consistencies and colors of icing. I even brought a personal favorite of mine: gummy bears sprinkled with li hing powder, a Hawaiian specialty. The best part? Everyone else here is going to hate them, and I’ll get them all to myself! I spent hours in the kitchen, and my spoils are far from spoiled. Although my kitchen might be; I still haven’t cleaned any of it up. 

I step over to an empty spot on the table and place my cookies down on it. And with a flourish and a “voila”, I peel off the top.

It’s near-empty.

One gingerbread cookie, two wrapped pieces of butter mochi, and the bag of li hing gummy bears. That’s all. That’s all. I can’t breathe. No. This can’t be happening. I couldn't have put it in my bag without actually filling it up. surely that's too bad, even for me. I'm taking medicine now, right? shouldn't those days be behind me?

How could anyone even begin to like me now?

Anger fogging my senses like a hot breath on sunglasses, I snap the gingerbread cookie in half, flinging it back into the box. And then I realize what I did. Why did I do that? I collapse to the floor, head in my lap. 

I’m overreacting. I’m painfully aware of that. Nobody cares - that’s always the case. But the cookies! It’s enough of a miracle I actually managed to make them, on the right day, and not leave out any ingredients or cook them too long or anything. Add to that having enough self control to only eat one of each, and this will probably never happen again.  

~

I hope this isn't too long or too much on my character? I haven't done one of these before sorry if i'm doing something wrong. 

Callum

We get into the kitchen without much trouble, and look over at the food on the counter. I pick out some treats for myself. The brownies are absolutely delicious.

Toad rummages through his bag in search of something; I guess he brought some snacks, too. The container he pulls out is big, and I raise my eyebrows - he must've brought a lot of snacks, actually. But when he opens the container, there's not much in it. I figure he couldn't find a smaller container, or maybe forgot to put some cookies in. He seems upset, though - even snaps a cookie in half. He buries his head in his lap.

I tilt my head, look at the container, and pull out one piece of the gingerbread cookie. "Hey, this is pretty good," I say, chewing on it. "You'll have to give me the recipe. We're trying to get some seasonal stuff to serve at the coffe shop I work at. Ooh, is that butter mochi?"

I remember that I should attempt to console him, but I don't happen to remember how to go about that. "Don't worry about… ah, whatever you're worried about. Chai and Indy were going to make more cookies anyways. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to let you join them. You need some water or something?" I take another bite of the gingerbread cookie and raise an eyebrow.

~

You're not really doing anything wrong, nope. I like how strong your character's emotions are

Oriole

I kick off my shoes and leave them by the door, then look around. A girl comes up to me with a friendly air and greets me. I'm excited that she actually knows who I am. Since I haven't gone to many AE events yet, it's always a little surprising when somebody recognizes me.

Apparently Poinsettia wanted me to meet Indigo. I do seem to remember that she mentioned something about having made arrangements for me to meet someone. I beam at Periwinkle. "Sure!" I say. "I'd love to meet her! Which way is the living room?"

I would like to join, even though it's four days late. how do these things work?

Name: Bushy Tail/and any nickname you can think up

CBer or AE: CBer

Pronouns: They/them

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: my sketch pad with most of the papers torn out, but also with fun doodles, a lot on the cover and backboard thing :D

Appearance (optional): I like jeans, loose t-shirts, red sneakers, and baseball caps, especially for teams I don't support just to make my brother mad >:)

Other: I guess I'll bring my CAPATCHA, Chitter (ty Hawkstar for the name!)

"Did you HAVE to bring all that stuff?" Henry blurts out.

"Shh! It's a surprise!" Sinusoidal whispers to his overreacting AE.

"All that equipment couldn't be made smaller, otherwise it would be, you know, lost." Emmett notes.

At the sound of the word "equipment", everyone turns to Sine.

Awkwardly, realising that there is no way out, Sine manages to explain. "OK, so I brought an ice machine, so we can have some snow since it's really hot here, including a thermostat..." He trails off.

"Well, what happens is you combine ice, and the thing is programmed to make it as cold as possible in basically any country you want. You want Norwegian snow? I do!" Emmett explains, but by then, Sine and Henry are too busy setting up the device so that everyone can have fun in the snow. 

How was that? 

Hey @Gloomybear is it fine if Chamomial and Rin talk?

#3Zander3# 

Znder and Chamomial stand outside Peri's house "hey Cam you nerzous" i say " Y-yes" Chamomial says " hey dont be, I bet there will be other kids" i say as we start  to walk into the house, when we walk in i here a loud yell "ANOTHER KID, IN MY TERRITORY!!!" i here a little brown haird demon say "i think we found another kid for you to play with Cam" 

i have pics of my two lovely boys

sorry i haven't posted yet peri!!! i'll have something soon i've just been super busy

i haven't gone to a CB party (or wrote anything with my AEs, for that matter...) in so long. thanks for hosting this, Peri <3

Name: Pangolin

CBer or AE: CBer

Pronouns: she/they

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: yep! i'm bringing peppermint bark!

Appearance (optional): tall-ish, with fair skin splattered with freckles, blue-gray eyes, ginger hair in a short slightly messy bob that ends just below my chin. i'll be wearing jeans and a red and white flannel shirt :) 

Name: ~Mirage~

CBer or AE: ~AE~

Pronouns: ~she/her~

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: ~I made gifts for everyone <3~

Appearance (optional): ~on the shorter side of average, with freckled olive skin, hazel eyes, and soft violet hair pulled back into a ponytail with bangs. I'm wearing a simple white dress and a baby blue cardigan I embroidered with white snowflakes, and my one lime/one lilac Converse sneakers. My earrings are tiny red and green Christmas ornaments.~

Name: Fir

CBer or AE: AE

Pronouns: they/them

Are you bringing anything? If so, what?: I made gingerbread cookies and totally didn't make a mess of the kitchen! *dusts flour off clothing*

Appearance (optional): I'm a bit short, with olive skin, brown eyes framed by perpetually brown browline glasses (the bridge is currently held together by a bit of winter-themed washi tape (what? if I'm going to have brown glasses, I can at least be festive about it)), and short curly hazel hair with a chunk at the front dyed green. I'm wearing a hoodie with a snowman on it, jeans rolled up at the ankle, my one lilac/one lime Converse, and several rings and bracelets.

i'll post our povs tomorrow :)