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CB Disaster Thread!!!
CB Disaster Thread!!!
*Stretches RPing muscles* Ow. It's been a very long time since I've done any roleplaying. So this is a celebratory RP--thing. Celebrating the fact that I can finally do RPs, because I have more frequent--if slightly reduced--computer time.
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So, this is something that I've been pondering for quite a while. It's not exactly an RP--although, we will be doing RPing, but we'll also be talking and figuring out problems and things.
*Sighs in exasperation* Here, I'll just give you the explanation of what exactly this is.
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It's summer. Beautiful weather, fragrant flowers, no school. The CB is doing fine. It hasn't had a war in months and months, and everyone's getting along nicely...until one day, when a CB without a recognizable identity stumbles into the CB town hall.
He gasps and falls to the floor, utterly exhausted. The CBers jump up and crowd around him, a murmur of questions surrounding them.
The CBer raises his head slightly, his face streaked with dirt.
"The Admins have been kidnapped," he manages to breath, before he slumps to the floor and takes his last breath. It's then that they notice the arrow sticking out of his back, a large stain of dark red soaking into his shirt.
The CBers erupt into chaos, and start shouting at each other to be heard.
"The Admins--"
"He's dead--"
"What will happen without the Admins--"
"We're doomed--"
"What do we do--"
Then a short, brown-haired girl scrambles onto the table and raises her hand as far above her head as she can.
Everyone quiets down and looks at her.
"CBers!" She says, her voice quiet.. "What do we do? We survive, that's what we do. Haven't we survived before?"
She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Why don't we take it into our own hands and rescue the Admins? No one else is going to do it."
A hand pops up out of the crowd, followed by a question. "But where are the Admins?"
The girl smiles eerily. "Well, we're going to find out, aren't we?"
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This is part RP, part chat room. We need to find the Admins (BTW, sorry, Admins! I'm just, like, spontaneously kidnapping you.) and rescue them, before anything else tragic happens.
It's kind of like how Kyngdom works--people talk, agree on the best course of action, do some RPing, talk some more--like that.
There isn't a limit to the amount of people that can join, (we'll need all the help we've got!) but I'll start it around May 5th. (Not neccessarily on May 5th.) After that, you can join and we'll "meet" you in the story--and wandering CBer--and you can join our adventure.
So, now that I've explained it all, we can have the charrie sheets--
Charrie Sheet
CB Name:
Age: (if you don't want to say your real age, just pick a random age)
Appearance: (CB appearance or real life appearance)
Personality:
Weapon of choice: (doesn't have to be a weapon, like a sword or bow. It can be--oh, for heaven's sake--a frying pan or something.)
Other:
My Charrie Sheet
CB Name: Leafpool
Age: 11 and 5/8
Appearance: Waist-length light brown hair that is hardly ever waist length because it's always in waves from her braids. Brown eyes; a couple random freckles in random places on her face; pretty short for her age. (Ack, only 4' 3".) Usually wears something fashionable but comfortable. Has kind of tannish/mediumish skin, compared the rest of her family.
Personality: Tries to include everyone, loves social time, tries to control her (awful) temper but it sometimes comes out. Has the very rare disease "bookaddictionitis" which makes her take a 367-page book home from the library at 3:30 in the afternoon, watch a movie from 5:45 to 8:00, go to bed at 10:00, and yet still have it finished by 8:00 a.m. the next day. Will go into hysterical laughter at random things, also tends to jabber on and on until her parents tell her to stop. (A typical 11-year-old.) Also sometimes has random mood swings. (Also a typical 11-year-old.) Loves writing, too.
Weapon of choice: A bow that's slung over her back on a crossbody belt, with a quiver of arrows.
Other: Leads the adventure.
Ooooh, this is exciting! I've never been kidnapped before. I'm anxiously awaiting the outcome. . . .
Admin
submitted by Leafpool
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
Sorry, I should have time to roleplay tomorrow. I've just been really busy this week.
(September 21, 2017 - 11:27 am)
Orrr maybe I could have writer's block instead! Ugh. Sorry, peeps. Maybe Sunday.
(September 22, 2017 - 1:35 pm)
TOP! POKE this to the TOP!
(October 1, 2017 - 1:18 pm)
This cannot die! I'm going to start roleplaying again, and I hope this will top.
By the way, I'm going to start writing in 3rd person, like Scylla is. Because I feel like I'm better at 3rd person than 1st person.
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Scylla nods. "Yes...we must." Her voice sounds slightly shaky.
Leafpool starts to say something, but then she gasps.
"What-what about the other party of Chatterboxers? The rest of them? We-we had split up, into two groups...it was all so confusing what with everything going on that I-I didn't really understand why--but...Inktail was in that group, and Leafmist and Killim...and--and--" She shudders. "Why...why can't I remember?" She buries her face in her hands. But then she looks up again. "Icy? Where's Icy?" She turns to look at the rows of bodies and quickly shuts her eyes, uttering a little gasp of distress.
(*so yeah, I'm going a little crazy from the trauma [and the disorder of the early roleplay posts]!)
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Esquire bites her lip and puts a hand on Leafpool's shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Leafpool. Everything--everything's going to be alright."
(October 31, 2017 - 9:36 am)
Whoa! I'm going to post this again because I think there was something spazzy with the text.
This cannot die! I'm going to start roleplaying again, and I hope this will top.
By the way, I'm going to start writing in 3rd person, like Scylla is. Because I feel like I'm better at 3rd person than 1st person.
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Scylla nods. "Yes...we must." Her voice sounds slightly shaky.
Leafpool starts to say something, but then she gasps.
"What-what about the other party of Chatterboxers? The rest of them? We-we had split up, into two groups...it was all so confusing what with everything going on that I-I didn't really understand why--but...Inktail was in that group, and Leafmist and Killim...and--and--" She shudders. "Why...why can't I remember?" She buries her face in her hands. But then she looks up again. "Icy? Where's Icy?" She turns to look at the rows of bodies and quickly shuts her eyes, uttering a little gasp of distress.
(*so yeah, I'm going a little crazy from the trauma [and the disorder of the early roleplay posts]!)
Esquire bites her lip and puts a hand on Leafpool's shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Leafpool. Everything--everything's going to be alright."
(October 31, 2017 - 9:37 am)
I'm going to skip ahead a bit, pretend we all got out of the cave and left our dead comrades there.
However....
A CBer never truly dies.
They may come back to life sometime, if they rejoin the roleplay. And we won't list out all the individual members of our party, just as a precaution.
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The morning dawned bright and clear. If you had looked out to the east, you would have seen the most beautiful sunrise. It seemed almost wrong for there to be such a lovely day, after the loss of their comrades, but the Chatterboxers were grateful for it nevertheless.
They stood at the top of a hill, enveloped in the tall, dew-soaked grass. They were trying to decide what to do.
"So, guys, we have literally no idea where to go next. We're in the middle of nowhere, we don't know where the Admins were taken in the first place, and we don't have a lot of food left." Lucy said.
Leafpool glanced up from where she was sitting, her legs tucked under her. She had been suffering from awful headaches all night, and was feeling tired.
"Well...we could go back and look through the older bits of the quest...it's all written down in here--" She held up a small leather-bound notebook. It was plain except for the letters CB carved at the top in small print. "--I don't know if it would help, but...." She handed it to Scylla, who was standing next to her.
Scylla took it and quickly skimmed through it. Her brown hair fell over her face as she bent over the book.
"This is amazing, Leafpool, why didn't you show it to us before?"
Leafpool sighed, and wrapped her arms around herself as if she were cold. "I--I don't know. I'm sorry."
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I'm just going to be roleplaying bit by little bit until this tops and people notice it again. We have to rescue the Admins!
Yes, please! Rescue me!
Admin
(November 3, 2017 - 3:35 pm)
Yes, this cannot die! It was too good to die!
~Me
The small group of CBers makes our way out of the cave. Leafpool shows us a book of the older bits of our quests, which Scylla begins reading. Once she has finished, I take the book. Guy with arrow... find the admins... split up... attacked... survived... more joined... finding clues... attacked again... emptiness... us in the cave.
"I don't know how useful this is. I mean, we did find some clues before, but then those clues led us into danger, and I feel like everything is a red herring," I say uncertainly.
"It's all we have," says Syclla. "And we have to start somewhere."
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Sorry about this short length.
(November 5, 2017 - 11:47 am)
Did anyone hear someone calling to be rescued? It sounded like one of the Admins...maybe I'm just imagining things. XD
Yes . . . Help!
Admin
(November 5, 2017 - 3:00 pm)
I'm back! I'll try to go somewhere with the ghost thing... It reminds me of Micearenice's ski lodge, if anyone's read it.
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I drift towards the group of CBers by the fire, and listen in on their conversation. But the wind coming from the mouth of the cave keeps pushing me away. My mind is foggy, and my memories are jumbled. All I remember is glimpses of the past few days. The last thing I remember before drifting is a large dark shape looming in front of me. A few of the people by the fire I recognize, but names escape me. How strange it is to be insubstantial. I hear a snippet of conversation that I sieze.
"And the Chatterbox..."
The Chatterbox. I recognize that. If I can just get back there... I try to get the Cber's attention, but it appears they can't see me. How odd. I attempt to pick up a stone from the ground, but my hand passes right through it. A sense of frustration cuts through the fog, and I swipe my hand at a larger rock. This time, to my surprise, it made contact. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I made the connection that this was no rock- in fact, it was a crystal- but instead of pondering this, I picked it up and felt the cool surface on my palm. How nice it was to feel something again. Why was I holding a crystal? Right, signal the CBers. I approached one of them and tapped her arm. She looked up, bewildered.
"Hello?" she whispered. I tapped again, more urgently. She muttered something to herself.
"CBers never truly die..." She stretched out a hand and, with trembling fingers, touched the crystal. There was a flash of light, and suddenly I stood on the floor of the cave. Leafpool gasped.
"You're back!"
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We'll save you, admins!
Please hurry!
Admin
(November 6, 2017 - 8:30 pm)
~Me (also I'm having writers block so I don't know what I'm doing...)
Umm... Ookay, we can work with this. "I'm confused," I say slowly. "But I'm glad the rest of us aren't gone forever. Do you know how you got back?" I ask Quill.
"I just grabbed this crystal and tapped Leafpool's shoulder, and when she touched the crystal, I appeared," Quill said. "Maybe it has something to do with the crystal."
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Like I said, I'm having writers block and I have no idea what I'm doing.
(November 6, 2017 - 11:01 pm)
This rp's back up!? Woah! Now I have to read a few pages to catch myself up, don't mind me...
(November 7, 2017 - 1:32 pm)
Icy's back!
I don't have time to write right now, but this whole ghost/crystal thing is an interesting idea!
(November 8, 2017 - 6:20 pm)
~Icy
All I remembered was pain--hours and hours of agony. Words, random blurs of coding, sped past my face in a circle. Then someone called my name and my eyes opened.
"I'm here--I'm...here...?" I asked slowly.
A man in a black, hooded cloak that concealed his face and also the shape of his body stood in front of me.
"Great. I knew I shouldn't have taken one of those stupid ancient crystals." He muttered under his breath. I stared at him, trying to draw any clues about who he was from his clothing, his posture--anything really.
"So I suppose you're some sort of specter sent to warn me about something?" He muttered. I imagined cool gray, bored eyes underneath the hood of his cloak. "Look, I knew that joining the mast--no, him, was a bad idea. So you don't have to warn me about it." He stated, his voice brittle and bitter.
"S-sorry...I'm not ex-xactly a gh-ghost." I murmured, my voice cracking slightly. My knees wobbled slightly...what was happening...
He stared over at me. "What are you...?"
"I'm a Chatterboxer."
He fired a string of cuss words off under his breath. I winced and plugged my ears. "People can swear!?" I exclaimed. "Of course. The Admins ain't around to keep what you say in order...the all-powerful beings are gone..." He intoned, swaying slightly, his voice dark and low.
"Where are we?" I demanded. "In the back, overgrown pages of the Inkwell." He said. My eyes widened. "W-wait--I'm on a b-back page?" I gasped. He nodded. "From 2012." He said matter-of-factly. "But--those pages aren't supposed to be explored by CBers! People are s-s-supposed to let th-them rest!" I stuttered.
He laughed dryly. "Hun, the Master's going to change a lot of things about the Chatterbox."
"The Master--wh-who's th-th-the--" I began. He sighed. "Look. You're technically a CBer, so I shouldn't really treat you civilly. For now, consider yourself my prisoner." He said, then swept me a low mock bow.
"Wait--who are you?"
"You don't need to know my name. Why should you care about me...? I'm just a Glitch."
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I better get myself out of this situation so I can join the group and rescue the Admins! Don't worry, Admins, we're coming!
Hurry, pleeeeeeease . . .
Admin
(November 8, 2017 - 8:26 pm)
Ooooh, aaahhhh..... I can't wait for tomorrow, I should have time to roleplay then!
(November 9, 2017 - 10:38 am)
I'm going to continue writing, mainly because Icy won't be able to take part in the story if she doesn't get past this.
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~Icy~
"Wh-where exactly are we going?" I murmured, following the man.
One of his cold laughs pierced the night air. "Don't you know anything?" He questioned. I glared, placing my hands on my hips. "You need to show some respect for the Chatterbox's resident Ice Mage." I said.
He glanced at me. An involuntary shudder passed through my body. "I have no idea what happened to you, but if you even tried to use a simple ice spell right now, I doubt your energy would be enough to keep you awake." He stated.
I glared again, stumbling slightly as I walked through the forest. My staff bounced against my back where it was strapped as I moved across the moonlit forest. It felt more unresponsive than usual, true. Was I really out of mana? How long would it take to recharge?
"So, wh-what's a glitch-ch?" I asked quietly, staring at the shadows the trees cast. They wavered in the moonlight.
"Have you ever wondered why threads sink into an abyss the instant the first CBer enters them? He challenged. I shook my head. "Why sometimes the pure code of your font shows up in text? Why you can't change much about your posts?" He questioned. I shook my head again, feeling foolish.
"It's because of us. For every thread, there's another glitch. The Admins only keep us around because we can't help it. We can't help existing and ruining your world. It's not our fault--" He stopped quickly. "It's no concern of yours, chatterboxer."
The pieces to this mystery began to fit together in my head. "So there are thousands of you. Potentially powerful glitches. And all of you are working for this...master guy? Even though the Admins kept you around?" I asked slowly. He nodded, his head kept low. "Glitches are...powerful." Was all he said.
"But wh--" I began. He clamped his hand over my mouth and stared ahead. Light flickered. "Come on, forget it. Let's just get to Inkwell City....they died bravely, fighting for the cause. They wouldn't want you to give up..." A voice said. Someone murmured in agreement. Footsteps crunched in the leaves.
"We just had to run into your group of fellow Chatterboxers." He muttered under his breath.
(November 9, 2017 - 1:56 pm)