Chatterbox: Down to Earth

AE Thread! 

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"I can't believe it. Have we really not posted since 2016?" Hobbes frowns from where he is sprawled out on a psychiatrist-style leather couch. He reaches over his shoulder for a handful of popcorn from a blue plastic bowl, which he tosses into his mouth in one go.

"It's true," Critic sighs, holding up her iPad to the tiger anthro's face, where the screen shows a graph of all the CB appearances by Abi and Co, the last one being at Ronan's holiday party.

Hobbes snatches at the tablet to look more closely, but Critic glances distastefully at his popcorn-butter stained hands and moves it out of his reach. "We've been on break since December."

"Dang," Hobbes says eloquently. 

Critic daintily sits down on a spring-green lounge chair. "It is quite a travesty."

"What's a what?" Mandy pokes her head around the doorframe, a lump of flour on her nose and a freshly baked muffin in hand.

"We haven't been on CB in two months," Hobbes explains.

Mandy gasps. "No! This is verily not good!

Critic shudders at the atrocious grammar. Hobbes stuffs a fistful of popcorn into her mouth to keep the bespectacled AE from commenting further.

"Terrible! Awful!" Mandy sighs dramatically, flopping into Critic's lap and keels backwards, pretending to faint, hand pressed to her forehead. "Bad! Monstrous! Horrid!" Critic groans loudly and tries to push Mandy off of her, but she won't budge.

"How am I supposed to worldbuild with all that racket?" Abi grumbles, entering the lounge with arms crossed and a pencil behind her ear. 

Hobbes explains over Mandy's continual cries of synonyms for 'bad', and Abigail's eyes widen.

"Wow, you guys are right. I hadn't realized it had been that long. You know what time it is?"

"Um, muffin time?" Mandy chirps hopefully, sitting up.

"Shut up about those perfectly atrocious muffins!" Critic grumbles. 

Abi continues over Mandy's offended shout— "It's time for your grand reentrance!" 

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So yeah!

We've returned. Or something. *halfhearted jazz hands*

I'm positive they've all missed me terribly.

...Yeah. Keep on telling yourself that.

Excuse me? 

Aaaaaanyway! We decided, what better way to get back into the swing of things than a grand! Glorious! Amazing...

This is excruciating.

...Perfect! Fun! Awesome! Insane!

We're making an AE thread. 

Hey, no fair! I wanted to do the big reveal!

Sucks to be you, I guess.

ABI! Hobbes is being mean!

Tattletale.

You're the one with the tail, Tiger-guy!

"Tiger-guy"?!? 

Since these idiots seem to be, ahem, preoccupied, I'll explain. This is a hangout thread for AEs, one and all, sort of like old one by Feather and Dev. We'll be convening in that hotel that just physically manifested over there, out of Abi's imagination.

There's a kitchen with unlimited muffin- and pie-making supplies! And tons of unbreakable chandeliers to swing from! And tons of unswingable chandeliers to break!

The library upstairs is designated to be the sane area, with plenty of comfortable chairs and tea. Anywhere else, do your worst. Just stay away from the books with those pies. No exceptions! 

(Also, there are defenses. We can't have certain owls with veggie blasters just sauntering in without protection, can we?)

Have fun in boringland, Critic. I'm in this to PAR-TAY! *tosses muffin-shaped confetti*

Have fun in crazyland, Amanda. I'm in this to relax.

There's one more thing. Can we try to go easy on the crushy drama?

Hey, I never agreed to this. Drama is fun! Drama is fun! Drama is fun!

Majority rules, Amanda. Hobbes and I both think there's plenty of it hence on this realm, and it would be far more congenial for all concerned to just unwind without the added social pressure of romance.

Speak English, girl!

That WAS English. What are you talking about?

Translation: Let's chill and light things on fire and play pranks and not worry about kissing. Tada! Not that hard, guys. 

*singing* Feather might be there...!

We didn't say no crushing. Just... limited.

*raises skeptical eyebrow* 

I propose we wrap this up now. Ookz, the CAPTCHA!

Oh, right! CAPTCHAs and CAPTCH-AEs and AE-TCHAs are allowed too. As long as you're not a sentient being, you're cool. Gotcha?

*from outside of door, banging on window* This is discrimination!

Quiet, Abi!

*Unta* 

I think that translates to, "Underwater naiads take apples." 

All right, Ookz. You do that.

Everyone here is non compos mentis. Pressing submit...