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CB Costume Party RP!
You have just pulled the mail out of your mailbox and wander back into your house, sorting through it with a bored expression. Bills, bills, flyers from Walgreen's….then you notice a creamy, thick envelope addressed to you in flowing blue ink. It has your name and address in the middle of the paper, and in the corner it says Leafpool and Co., 666 Avenue Ave., CB Town USA 11011. Interested, you rip it open.
In the same blue ink, in a neat and unsmudged hand, it says:
Dear CBer, you and your Æs are invited to the home of Leafpool and her Æs for a costume party. Refreshments will be provided. Please fill out this character sheet for yourself and your Æs. Blasters of any type are strictly prohibited.
And then there's a character sheet for you to fill out.
Hm, you think. Brief, but to the point. Well, I guess I'll go! You leave the envelope on your kitchen table and rush off to alert your Æs and start planning a costume.
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I've not been all that active/interested in the CB lately. I think I need some sort of roleplay for me and my Æs to participate in, so here you are! Note: I forgot to add that CAPTCHAs can come too.
The charrie sheet:
Name:
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer:
Appearance: (with costume)
Age:
Personality:
Are you taking anyone to the party?:
Other:
Here's me & my entourage!
Name: Leafpool
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer: CBer
Appearance: I'm going as Jyn Erso from Rogue One. So I'm wearing dark brownish pants, a brown t-shirt with a short jacket, a leather belt that holds my (fake….I think) gun halfway down my thigh, and boots...my hair is pulled up in a messy bun in the back, with loose, nearly shoulder-length hair in the front and in my face. I'm wearing a lot of makeup to get the "I-haven't-washed-my-face-in-5-days" look, (dusty, dirt-smeared, etc.).
Age: Nearly 12.
Personality: Do I really have to say? I guess I'm an ambivert--I beg for social time and would spend every waking moment with my friends if I could, but then I also am shy sometimes. I have a very loud, shrieking, hysterical laugh that makes people look at me weirdly, and I'm addicted to reading, writing, drawing, the CB...I get discouraged easily, though, and could use more confidence sometimes. I love video games and romance. (#Ædrama)
Are you taking anyone to the party?: No. Well, okay. I think I'm taking Hazel but only because she's 8 and needs an adult. ...Not that I'm particularly mature.
Other: I'm the host of the party.
Name: Jarnen
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer: Æ
Appearance: Jarnen is going as Sherlock Holmes. I think we all know what Sherlock Holmes looks like, and Jarnen looks kind of like Sherlock Holmes anyway, so I'll just skip to his normal appearance….Has curly black hair and green eyes, with those black eye-tattoo things from the Mega Anime Avatar Creator. Is hardly ever seen without his earbuds and iPod. He's medium height, and kind of lean. Not skinny, but certainly not fat, either. Jarnen always has a slightly amused expression on his face. Sometimes he wears a trench coat, to carry around his watermelon blaster and his assorted prank supplies (ex: tripwires) I was very distressed when he chose his costume, because of course Sherlock wears a trench coat. And Jarnen carries his pranks in his trench coat. I have a bad feeling about this….
Age: #Ageless! But he looks 14-15-ish.
Personality: Fun-loving and very polite & courteous--and he's calm in stressful situations. But then sometimes he reverts to the depressed-teenage-boy sort of thing. And, of course, there's the mini watermelon blaster. He's skilled in flattery, sneaking around, treachery, double-dealing...but then, of course, he's always polite. One minute he'll be talking with you, and then all of a sudden you'll be pelted with mini watermelons. Jarnen is...odd.
Are you taking anyone to the party?: *Blushes* Tahki, will...will you go with me?
Other: He speaks in bold italics, with a slight British accent.
"Blasters of any type are strictly prohibited"? Well, then. Mwahaha and all that. I'm totally not bringing my mini watermelon blaster, of course.
Name: Arwen
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer: Æ
Appearance: Arwen is going as Mary Ingalls from the Little House series. Only with longer hair, because Arwen won't cut hers. So she's wearing a medium blue, mid-calf-length dress with a white apron over it, and boots. Her blond hair is loose. She has the blue eyes, too...why didn't I realize before that she was kind of like Mary Ingalls…? Arwen is medium height, although a little on the short side. She has a pretty average skin tone...wow, I'm doing such a great job at describing her, aren't I? I guess I haven't done a character sheet for her in a long time.
Age: She is...well, she's ageless but, like Jarnen, looks around 14 or 15.
Personality: Arwen is very sweet and kind. She likes helping people and is slow to anger...but, she has a very awful temper. Um, take as an example whenever she encounters Evil Devin. That is really something. Maybe we should charge admission for people to watch her. Anyway...she's completely devoted to Zeon. They used to be one of the most popular Æ ships ever, but they hardly ever see each other these days. Arwen has a very nice singing voice and loves listening to music. She has a very good ear for tunes and can usually sing a complete song after hearing it a few times. (I only just added this because, before, she was kind of...bland? I don't know. She didn't really have any hobbies except obsessing over Zeon.)
Are you taking anyone to the party?: If Zeon is available.
Other: Speaks in bold.
Name: Serene
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer: Æ
Appearance: Serene is going as Scout going as a Ham. From To Kill a Mockingbird. Because, now that I think of it, she looks a little like Scout. She has shoulder-length straight brown hair, and brown eyes. She has a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and wears green glasses. Serene is hardly ever without a scarf wrapped around her neck, and a book clutched in her hand. Although, she can't have either for the party because she's going in a big contraption made out of chicken wire and paper mache. Painted brown with the word "HAM" across it. Shaped somewhat like a ham. (If she does dancing she'll take it off. Imagine trying to dance with a giant ham.)
Age: Serene is the only one of my Æs that ages. Her birthday is September 16th, but for now she's 13.
Personality: Serene is extremely introverted and would much rather read than have social time. She has an encyclopedia mind--she reads so much that at times she'll just randomly rattle off completely unrelated facts, or quote a book passage, or use long words that have to be translated for others to understand her. She will pretty much read anything you throw at her, whether it's fiction or fantasy or nonfiction or a math textbook. She doesn't talk a lot, but when she does it's usually something worthwhile...Serene tried romance once and actually had a date to a party, but she decided it's not really her thing. She's my only Æ that doesn't do romance, and in fact she's basically the exact opposite.
Are you taking anyone to the party?: No, didn't you read the personality that Leafpool wrote out for me?
Other: Speaks in italics.
Name: The Seventh Telekinetic Wanderer (Seven)
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer: Æ
Appearance: <Costumes are irrelevant. I am my own costume.> Seven is part cyborg. Her whole right leg and lower left arm and hand are metal with visible gears. She's about 5'6", not too extremely tall but she has an imposing air about her. Seven also has a small metal implant around her left eye.
She has dark, silky brown hair that she wears loose or in one single braid down her back. Her eyes are hazel-colored. Seven mainly wears short, fitted dresses and stiletto heels.
When Seven uses her telekinetic abilities, she glows slightly purple and seems to go into a kind of trance.
Age: She's immortal.
Personality: Seven is sarcastic, snarky, and sometimes downright rude. She has trouble getting along with people. Sometimes she's very distant or will flat-out ignore you, but she always has her own reasons for doing so. She thinks she's superior to other Æs because of her cyborg technology implants.
Seven doesn't mind being called Seven for short, but if you call her TSTW she'll get mad at you. She's kind of aggressive and sometimes picks a fight because she feel like it. (Why I got this Æ, I don't know.) She carries a laser pistol at all times.
If anyone gets a crush on her/falls in love with her, let's just say 5 words. She. Would. Not. Like. That.
Are you taking anyone to the party?: <NO.>
Other: She speaks in bold with the pointy brackets. And no, we don't know who the other six Telekinetic Wanderers were.
Name: Hazel
Æ, CAPTCHA, or CBer: CAPTCHA.
Appearance: Hazel is going as Ginny Weasley--a reddish wig, jeans, a t-shirt. Hazel has brown hair, but it'll all be beneath the wig. She has a lot of freckles and green eyes. And she's really short.
Age: 8
Personality: Hazel is very selfish and self-absorbed. She goes crazy around candy and is obsessed with KitKats. And she has a rare disease that makes her only able to speak in four-letter words.
Are you taking anyone to the party?: She thinks romance is disgusting. Besides, she's only 8.
Other: Speaks with asterisks.
And that's it! We'll start the party...I don't know, we'll start it soon. I guess I'll decide later, after people have joined.
submitted by Leafpool and Co., age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 13, 2017 - 12:51 pm)
(August 13, 2017 - 12:51 pm)
Well, yes I know we're late but can we please join? Don't know how active we will be, but can we still join? Please? Also @Abigail S. THE FLASH IS AMAZING-AND I LOVE JESSE QUIVK SO MUCH. (I actually am considering as going as Jesse Quick for Halloween this year! Nice choice of costume. :)
(September 4, 2017 - 9:00 pm)
Yeeessss it's such a great show and Jesse is awesome! She needs more screen time.
(September 4, 2017 - 11:07 pm)
Yes, please join! You can be fashionably late.
(September 5, 2017 - 9:30 am)
Here we are! I can finally roleplay.
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Seven~
I stand against the wall, my arms crossed tightly. I give venemous looks to any Æs who come withing five feet of me, so mostly I'm left alone. I prefer it that way. I do not...how do they say it? "Get" the point of parties. Socialization is a foolish and unnecessary. I am superior to these people, so what is the point of mingling with them? They would do nothing but hinder my intelligence.
A female CAPTCHA with black hair, in a black dress, bounced past me. Then she stopped and turned around. "Who are you?" She asked sweetly.
I merely stared at her.
"I asked, who are you? Didn't you hear me?" She demanded.
I lifted an eyebrow at her. "My designation is irrelevant."
Oh, I'm sorry. I have to get off the computer now. I'll write more on Sunday.
(September 8, 2017 - 3:28 pm)
LilyCat (A translated narration)~
This place is fun! There is food, candy and apple cider. I get to wear a dress! It's FUN! And i get to run around as much as I please. I skip past an AE I don't recognize. I stop, and back up. The AE is wearing a dress and those funny pointy shoe things. I stare at her.
"Who are you?" I ask, doing my best to sound sweet. You never know- she might have candy. The AE just stares back at me, which is annoying. I wait for a bit, hoping that she'll answer. When she doesn't, I ask again. "I asked, who are you? Didn't you hear me?" I demand.
The AE lifts an eyebrow, and says, "My designation is irrelevant."
"What does that mean? Why do you wear such funny shoes? Are you excited to be here? Do you like pineapple? What is your favorite candy? What happened to your arm and leg? What did you do to your hair? Why won't you tell me your name? Why do you have that funny thing around your eye?" I ask her, partly because I'm curious and partly because I feel like being annoying.
The Alter Ego looks annoyed, like I've hit a nerve. She clenches her fists. "Go. Now."
"But I have one more question! Why aren't you with all the other Alter Egos?" The AE looks a little shocked, maybe at my audacity, maybe because I've hit her weak point.
(September 10, 2017 - 5:06 pm)
Seven~
The CAPTCHA bursts out with a stream of questions, such as "Do you like pineapple" and "Why do you have that funny thing around your eye?"
I stare at her again, inwardly fuming at her impoliteness. I clench my fists. "Go. Now."
The CAPTCHA tilts her head. One curly pigtail flops over her face, and she brushes it away. "But I have one more question! Why aren't you with all the other Alter Egos?"
I freeze for a moment. Why aren't I--
Then I unfreeze, and twist my lips into a sort of half-smile, half-grimace. "I am superior to them. But it is none of your business." I turn away from her and start walking, along the wall toward the far corner by the door, but I hear her following me. Annoying little brat. I halt and spin around. Gritting my teeth, I say, "What. Do. You. Want."
The CAPTCHA says, "Maybe you should go and be with the other Æs! I don't think you're superior to them at all!" She pauses. "Actually, I think they're nicer than you are!"
I glare at her, and I take a deep breath to calm myself. But I can feel my anger rising. "Go away!" I shout. The CAPTCHA flinches back. "I AM A CYBORG! I AM SUPERIOR TO EVERYONE!" I pull out my laser pistol from where it's strapped to my metal leg.
Daarrrrnnnn there's my timer. Oh well.
(September 11, 2017 - 9:58 am)
Oh, I am having so much fun reading this...
LilyCat~
The Alter Ego has an expression somewhere between a smile and a grimance stretched across her face. But I refuse to back down."I am superior to them. It is none of your business." She turns and walks away from me. But I, enjoying myself, follow her. "What. Do. You. Want." The AE says to me.
"Maybe you should go and be with the other Æs! I don't think you're
superior to them at all!" I pause, considering my options. Then, since she's already annoyed with me, I push forward. "Actually, I think they're nicer
than you are!" I almost yell at her.
"Go away!" The Alter Ego shouts at me. I back up, nervous about what she's going to do. "I AM A CYBORG! I AM SUPERIOR TO EVERYONE!" Then she pulls out a laser pistol that she must have been hiding.
I pull out my last creampuff, the biggest, creamiest one I got. Perhaps save the best for last is a good policy, even if it means eating brussel sprouts or stuffed peppers. I prepare to throw it at her, my only weapon. But then I get an idea, from something Tahki once told me, a bedtime story. She escaped from somewhere using what's it called, dimplemicy*?
"Would you like a creampuff? I didn't know you were a cyborg, and I apologize for being rude." I look up at her with the sweetest eyes I can muster. She pauses for a second. And that second feels like an eternity.
(September 11, 2017 - 5:01 pm)
(September 15, 2017 - 6:00 am)
(September 15, 2017 - 4:42 pm)
Viola?~
The music changes, guitars and a kick drum, pulling me out of my book and back into the ballroom. I watch for a few seconds, considering the song, the people, the way I feel. Vocals join in, and soon I'm humming along, improvising a wordless harmony. It ends all too soon, but a similar song follows, and then another, and another. I'm actually considering going out and trying to not utterly fail at dancing, but then the music changes again, and now it's the kind of jazz I hate.
I clap my book shut, stand up from where I've slowly melted down into the wall under my Post-it, and scan the room for an escape route.
There's a door just to the side, but I heard a couple of AEs go through not long ago. The stage wouldn't help, no matter what magic is being used. The refreshment tables wouldn't do a thing to block the sound, either, and there are people there who would probably try to talk to me. That's no help. I look harder.
I don't know how I missed it before, but now I notice there's a carved wooden staircase half-camouflaged against the wall in the corner ahead and to my right. I hesitate for a moment, but then the next song starts and it's even worse. I can't listen to this. I push off the wall and head for the stairs.
The steps are silent under my feet. A low, understated carpet flows down the middle. I don't touch it. Instead, I walk right next to the handrail, trailing one hand along its side. I cast a quick glance behind me. Nobody seems to be looking. I don't know why, but the thought that no one has seen me is comforting.
Reaching the top, the carpet pools out onto a landing where a pair of huge double doors are set into the wall. I would almost have missed them if not for the fact that one stands slightly open, like an invitation, like it's suggesting, asking, daring me to go in. I accept its offer. I take care to push it back to the same standing invitation once I'm on the other side.
It's already much quieter here. I take a moment to find out where "here" is. Turns out it's a hallway, much simpler than the ballroom, but still with a subtle elegance. Straight and light, with color block walls, and a slight flourish around each of the doors and the window at the end.
I walk up to the first door on the right and listen for anyone inside. I don't hear anything, so I turn the handle and look in. It's empty of people, but there are some chairs and a couch, plus a smallish table and several bookshelves. With the door closed, I can hardly hear a thing from the ballroom, thank Lunee. This must be a reading room. That's good, because I have a book to finish. I settle down on the couch and open it back up.
Nymph~
Devin lifts up the tablecloth, and I can't help it; I laugh.
"Um..."
"I didn't think you'd even see it!"
"But, why...?"
I shake my head as the tip of my long tail, shaped like an overdecorated cupcake, retracts, shrinking and disappearing under my skirt. "I don't know."
Devin drops the tablecloth and stands up.
"Don't look at me like that. I saw a cupcake and I was inspired."
"I wasn't--" Devin starts, but cuts himself off. "Never mind. Let's get those cookies."
I nod. We get the cookies, and they're delicious. Fresh and chewy, still warm from the oven, chocolate chips nearly melted. I devour six in the course of a single minute.
Looking over at Devin, I suddenly wonder if he's jealous. I don't blame him; I'm really good at shapeshifting. I wonder if his dog ears are related to his being able to turn into a wolf. I wonder if that means he can turn into a bat or a dragon, too, because of his wings. I eat another cookie.
An AE shouts something over the music, startling me. I turn to look--is that a gun?
(September 16, 2017 - 3:31 pm)
Wait, what? No one's here?
(September 25, 2017 - 6:56 pm)