Here it is! Put your charrie sheet in.

Fine 

Name: Egypt

AE or CAPTCHA: Ae

Age: 15

Personality: Friendly, semi creepy, introverted. Agender, ze/zir

Appearance: See below

Anything They Are Bringing: Myself :)

Shipping: Open to anyone

Speaks in (italics, bold, etc.): italics

Other:  

W-wait Harper, you want to hang out...with me? And Tux?

THIS IS ILLEGAL. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS. OLIVE CANNOT BE MORE POPULAR THAN ME. I AM THE BEST. THIS IS NOT-- 

*quarreling* 

>lol ok we stole the keyboard from Giselle and locked her in her room until we leave for the party :D<

I-I guess w-we did--

>Olive is still in shock.<

SHE'LL BE FINE! Maybe if I scratch her in the eyes--

>Ooookay, how about no. Olive, people want to hang out with you! That's good!<

...

is she, like, a robot or something? Did she shut down? DO I NEED TO SCRATCH HER EYE--

>NO!!!< 

GAHHHH stop I'm fine! I'm just not used to people wanting to be around me. Anyway, yes, Harper, I'll go with you. And Tux you can come along too.

You lizards are evil, evil people. Hmph. Anyway, Olive, because I am an amazing sister, I have stopped being angry that people asked you to the party and will help you plan your wedding.

*blushing* CAN SOMEONE LOCK HER IN HER ROOM AGAIN

I'm an escape artist amongst other things, sweetie. No simple room can hold me. And no wedding can be planned without me.

>Or can it?<

IT CANNOT. I do hope much drama will go down at this ball, leaving you crying in a fancy dress, mascara--

Oh my gosh, Giselle, it's a party. And I'm not wearing a fancy dress. That won't happen.

>Yeah, don't listen to Giselle! You'll have a great time! Plus, Harper's nervous too!<

Fine. Go hang out with all your new friends. I'll just be taking over the world and YOU will be--

OH! OH! GISELLE! CAN I TAKE OVER THE WORLD WITH YOU?

shut. Up. Mabel! This is not a conversation for you.

>Well, um, Olive, I'm happy for you! Have a great time.<

YEAH, OLIVE, HAVE A GREAT TIME.

*blushing even more* Okay okay! T-that's enough! Let's just go to the party.

well, if you're going with others, I suppose you won't need me. Who's coming with me?

ME!

>Uh, I-I think m-me and Penny will, um, go seperately.<

TTAKE MEEEE WITHH YOUUU IDONT WANNA GOWTH MABEL 

>O-of course!<

>YAYYYY LET'S GO!<

We're taking the limo.

We don't have a limo.

we do now.

>Olive, you should come with us.<

Okay, I will if I can arrange something with--

UGHHHH I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING ELSE ABOUT THIS. LET'S GO, MABEL. WE'RE TAKING THE LIMO.

Wait--we don't--

HUSH.

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oh wow, that was long, sorry! I'll start posting POV's from each of them soon! 

Floofy says enbco. Enby co? En because o? I don't get it.

~Rory 

Ugh. I really didn't want to come to this, but it's no use resisting Wree and Kaikki. I lean against the wall, away from the crowds of AEs and CAPTCHAs, scrolling on my phone, until eventually it feels like I'm not even at this stupid party. I jump suddenly when simeone taps my shoulder, and then my phone is twirling in Kaikki's deft fingers. "Come on!" she grins, "You came, now just give the extra effort and talk to people!" "Do I have to?" I sigh, slumping backwards. "Course you do," she admonishes, and then grabs my hand and drags me towards the center of the room.

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Sorry it's so short! 

OH BOY! TUX HAS A DATE!

This is not a date.

You made her blush! This is so a date!

There is another person going with her too.

So it's a double date or a one and a half date. Whatever. Anyway. She blushed. You made her make an expression. She never makes expressions!

I-I um. I think I should go home. I'm not feeling well.

*throws Tux at harper and Olive* She'll thank me later.

hi rodney

Oh no! are you okay?

no

I know how to cheer you up! Let's dance!

NO RODNEY-

*gets cut off by Rodney madly swinging them around.* 

I hope we're not too late!!!

Don't worry, we'll make it on time.

But quick, let's fill out our sheets!

I hope this party isn't as bad as the last one.

Name: Jade

AE or CAPTCHA: AE

Age: 8-10

Personality: Silly, fun, happy, mischevious, always carefree

Appearance: Orange hair, light skin and freckles, polka-dot t-shirt and striped leggings, sneakers.

Anything They Are Bringing: Water gun. Paintball gun. Nerf gun.

That's a lot of guns... 

Shipping: Closed. I'm pretty young, you know!

Speaks in (italics, bold, etc.): BOLD

Other: Nope!

My turn. 

Name: Castalia

AE or CAPTCHA: AE

Age: 13-14

Personality: Ambivert, mature, responsible

Appearance: Wavy blond hair, light skin, cheetah-print sunglasses, jean jacket, leggings, slip ons.

Anything They Are Bringing: I suppose I could bring one water gun...

Shipping: Open, preferably males that aren't too wild.

Speaks in (italics, bold, etc.): Italics.

Other: Nothing.

Kaden, come on!

Do I have to go?

Yes!

Fine.

Name: Kaden

AE or CAPTCHA: AE

Age: 13-14

Personality: Nerdy, shy, quiet,

Appearance: Scruffy brown hair, t-shirt and jeans, sneakers, glasses

Anything They Are Bringing: I wish to not have to take part in any fighting, so no.

Shipping: Closed, I'm shipped with Alice, Dusk's AE.

Speaks in (italics, bold, etc.): Bold-italics.

Other: Nothing.

There, done! Let's go!

Wait, does Moondrop know-

Nevermind let's go! 

Honeybee said she'd write parts for us now because "she has nothing better to do." I find this incredibly insulting on many levels, but I suppose that means I'll finally get to go to this party. All alone.

you have ME!!!

That does not count, as you are a cat and you like to scratch the expensive limo seats so I have to meditate to block you out and pretend you don't exist.

*makes sure no fighting starts* OK LETS JUST GET STARTED! 

Ha, fine, time to watch a dramatic love triangle--

NO.

I SAID, LET'S GET STARTED!!

Fiiiiine. *whispers* DRAMA

*hears Giselle even with the whisper* NO.

LIZARDS.

Hmph. Sorry.

~Giselle~

The limousine is okay, I guess. But it's black, not white. Black is Olive's color. Thinking about her brings tears to my eyes.

"Uh, it's not like she's DEAD," Mabel says. I shoot her a glare and then go back to meditating in the backseat of the limo. The fabric is a tan color. It better not be leather. I take ten deep breaths to block these thoughts out.

My calming down procedures are interrupted by Mabel's claws going "SCRRRRRRRRRRR" on the hopefully-not-tan-leather seat. My eyes shoot open and I shush her again. She flattens her ears and growls. I am beginning to regret bringing her with me to the party.

The limo is rented. I had to rent it, you see. Because in reality we do not have a limo (I will change that soon). Our chauffeur lets us out in front of Pangolin's house and I fling a tip at them.

I pick up Mabel because I do not trust her, with her claws and strange, not-even-cat-like instincts and all. She is annoyed, but does not fight. Which is good. Because don't tell her, but those sharp claws and teeth can be a little intimidating. Even if she is way smaller than me.

I see what may be Penny, Olive, Floofy and Lulu, but I quickly turn away before anyone can say anything, and march into the house.

~Olive~

Nerves. A lot of nerves. It's like...butterflies in my stomach, but more of an angry swarm than, like, i dunno, a peaceful meadow with butterflies fluttering from flower to flower. Giselle would ask for me to be "a little more poetic in the way I express my emotions" but I think that's poetic enough.

Lulu and Penny drive me to the party. Well, Lulu drives. I had no idea they knew how to drive. They look incredibly nervous, and we go really slow. It's a good thing Giselle wasn't with us because she'd be screaming at them to go faster, which my eardrums would NOT be able to take.

We go inside, and the butterflies intensify. People are arriving. Twi AEs, Emerald and Melody, are already dancing. I scan the room for Tux and Harper, then decide to sit on a chair (I no longer trust my legs, they feel like Jell-o) and wait for them to find me.

~Lulu~

>Why am I so nervous? Well, um, I guess it is kind of my personality. I guess I almost expect to gain confidence from Penny's presence.

It might be a little ironic that Olive, out of all of us, got a date (two dates?)--o-oh, no, I don't, um, mean that in a bad way, it's just, Giselle's kinda the romance obsessed one. 

I clench the steering wheel of our electric car the whole way, my hands slick with sweat. I'm SO glad to be off the roads. I was having minor panic attacks every time I drove around a corner. Luckily everyone was really nice and supportive. I'm the only one who knows, um, how to drive, but that's a story for another time...

The moment we zoom--uh, not exactly zoom--up to Pangolin's house. I'm already kind of hyperventilating, and then Penny pulls me along. My stomach feels like a miniature tornado. I'm super nervous. Um, maybe I can't do this. I, um, can't face all these people, I should probably go back home. But Floofy climbs up onto my shoulders (somehow) and Penny drags me into the house.<

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That's all I'll be doing for now, Penny, Mabel and Floofy's parts will be coming soon! 

Tux's pov

Rodney wanted to make sure we were first to the party so he hid us in their house for days before the party even began. He insisted that "everything's legal when there's no cops around." We read comics and ate brownies with pizza inside which, by the way is delicious. Finally the night came and so we left barnacles closet. Yes, I know how creepy this is. Blame Rodney. Anyway. Rodney found out i was going to the party with Olive, So he spent a very long amount of time relentlessly teasing me. (or maybe he's genuinely supportive, hard to tell with the smiling mask on.) Smiley wasn't talking to me for some reason, they've been acting really weird lately... I should check on them. I hope they don't feel like i'm ignoring them... I was really getting nervous now... AND THEN RODNEY FLIPPING THREW ME AT OLIVE AND I LANDED IN HER LAP.

Rodney's pov

So, I threw Tux at olive, yes. She will thank me. 

Harper~

I step out of the car and try to get my breathing under control. Quill promised to pick me up if I want to leave, but I'm going to try to stick it out. I miss my siblings alerady--I'm not used to doing things without them, especially social things. What if I embarrass myself? What if Olive decides she doesn't want to talk to me? What if I spend the whole party alone in a corner?

I realize that the yellow bug has driven away, and I'm standing alone outside the door. I raise my hand to knock, then hesitate. Maybe it would be better to just go in. I nervously smooth out my skirt, then open the door.

It seems people have started to arrive, and I breathe a small sigh of relief that I'm not the first one here. A couple people are dancing, and others are milling around the room. After looking around for a moment, I spot Olive sitting a little ways away. I walk over to them, wondering whether I should wave.

She notices me as I approach, and I fumble for words, my nerves intensifying. "I, um... Hi, Olive."

What great entertainment this party has.

You better not--

Hehe.

~Olive~

Ummmm....so, Tux kinda just...landed in my lap.

Interrupting! It's SO CUTE, your face is bright red. Now LET ME PLAN YOUR WEDDING! *glares* 

GAHHHH NO s h u t  u p  Giselle! ANYway--

Ughhhh you're the worst.

Omg--can I just--

No.

*frustration* OK. So, Tux kinda landed in my lap, because Rodney threw her (what the heck) and then Giselle was there (because Giselle is ALWAYS there, also what the heck--

I'll take it from here. I was like--

You laughed meanly, flipped your hair, and said, "Aw, how CUTE." 

Not meanly.

Can I please. Just. Tell. This. From. My. POV??? 

No.

*death glare*

Fine.

Trying this again...

~Olive~

So, yeah, Tux kinda landed in my lap. Because Rodney threw her at me. Then Giselle laughed (in a mean way), flipped her hair, and said, "Aw, how CUTE." In a way that suggested she did not think it was cute at all but was incredibly annoyed that I, um, had a date to the party and she didn't.

DON'T INTERRUPT GISELLE.

Anyway, then Tux scrambled off my lap and kinda fell onto the floor. I helped her up, and luckily, Giselle had left by that point (Mabel was attacking the curtains and yelling something about rainbow glitter, kinda worrying everyone)

i need more social skills.

Giselle was actually the one to say that.

~Mabel~

AHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHA

The rainbow glitter...it could be the final ingredient! I hope everyone at this party is ready for me to become queen of the universe!

I meow at Penny until she picks me up and brings me over to a mirror so I can admire my GORGEOUS reflection. Then I ask her for glitter and she's excited until she remembers she should always be suspicious when it comes to me. DISAPPOINTING.

~Penny~

>"Uhh, why do you want glitter?" I ask Mabel. She gets an evil look in her eye.

"Glitter bombs," She whispers, "but keep it a secret. Especially from THAT one," she says, looking at Floofy. 

"Cool!" I say, thinking it's probably fine to trust Mabel. What could she do with glitter, anyway? And glitter bombs sound FUN!!!<

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These parts were all kinda short sorry 

Harper~

Olive introduces herself, apologizes, then introduces me to Tux, another AE who I don't know. Before I can say anything else, Giselle walks over.

"I do believe your dear Olive has allowed another guest to tag along," she says. "I hope this doesn't ruin the party for all of you. I would hate for there to be romantic drama." I can feel my face turning red, and I quickly look at the ground.

"Giselle, I don't think this involves you," Olive says. Giselle leaves. "Anyway! Harper, this is Tux. Tux, this is Harper."

I open my mouth to greet Tux, but Giselle reappears. "Have fun fighting over Olive, sweeties!"

I blush again. What does she mean? From what I know of Giselle, I can tell she tends to blow things out of proportion, but still... I have a hard time not overthinking her words.

I look up and realize Olive and Tux are both staring at me. "Oh! Sorry, um, did you say something?"

"I said hi," Tux says, giving me a strange look. Or maybe that's just in my head.

"Oh, um, hi. I'm Harper. You knew that." I clear my throat and look away. There's silence for a moment, then I say, "I brought cookies," at the same time as Olive says "How are you?"

I give a nervous giggle, then immediately hope I didn't sound stupid. "Um, I'm fine. Do you want a cookie?"