We'll start with Chaser!

Name: Chaser

Pronouns: he/him

Personality: Outgoing, friendly. Talks a lot. Competitive. Not always the most socially perceptive.

Appearance: Tall, white skin, light brown hair in what can only be described as a typical male haircut, dyed bright orange because everything Jay does, Chaser has to do better (Jay has dyed hair too). Wears sneakers, usually wears sweatpants or shorts with a t-shirt and maybe a sweatshirt.

Skills or powers: You mean other than my extreme awesomeness? Sometimes I shapeshift into an anthropomorphic cyborg dog. 

An item you always have: ahhh I've gotta go RIGHT NOW, I'll finish this in the next comment

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>:ahhh I've gotta go RIGHT NOW, I'll finish this in the next comment

(optional, maybe a reference during RPing)

Other: We'll be bringing our AEs, and Jay, posted in a new comment as a reply to this one as soon as this one is posted, as we don't want to make this one too long.

Let me see... currently we have Echo Hallowswift, two AE's, Pangolin with their 4 (wow) AE's, Avara with one and her CAPTCHA, Suki along with Yumiko, Reuby(2 AE's), Writing_in_the_dark(reserving), Scuttles, Lord of the shadows (new face here! Wonder if its an alias?), Chaser&Jay with a currently unknown amount of AE's (post is not up yet), and finally, me.

And me.

And me.

And m-

No no no, not you just yet. 

Aw...

*claps hands*

That does not seal spots however, feel free to hop in whenever you want. We shall be starting now though. Let us begin! 

~Zealatom (my POV)

"Yes, yes. That should be enough power for this." I hit enter. There is a cranking, coughing sound from the computer hard drive, which suddenly starts smoking, making the battered old box a shade darker. Lindel pokes it, cautiously. "It's still working." It does (seem to) look reusable enough, through all the smoke and soot. "What do you think, Zeal?" Lindel glances at me. "Third try then." I sigh. "It's always the charm." After readjusting some wires, I turn back to my computer. A tap on Enter fires up the scratched screen.

Confirm to execute A.S.exe? 

"Yes." I press Enter once more. "What type of a name is A.S.?" Lindel snakes up onto a wall to get a better look at my screen. "Like, are our brain cells so dry already? I swear I can come up with a better name than this."

"No, Lindel!" I sigh. "It's short for Autom-"

Calculating... calculating...

This is a new improvement. Stopping mid-sentence, I sit up straighter. 

Calibration executed. Commencing interlink.

I look over my shoulder. "It's working!"

"Wow..." Lindel stifles a yawn. "I would have never guessed."

I have no time for his irony now. The computer flashes white. Some static comes over my speaker, very loud and fizzy. "He-lo...- Ca-any-ne-hear me-?"

I lean over. "Yes! Yes, I can hear you! Can you hear me?"

A pause. "Y-s. Hell-o-the-re-Ze-tom-." Holding back exitement, I keep my voice steady. "Ok. I want you to bring us to Pudding's suburbs, where we were last time. can you do me a favor? Pretty please?"

"Ye-. Of cou-se, Zeala-m. You could ha-e asked mu-ch earli-r, rathe-than using those sails." The connection is slowly becoming clearer."Well," I shake my head. "You never told me either. I am the one who has to put up with never getting mail on time because of you. How I've made it, I never know."

Static increases violently, as if the entity on the other side is hurt. "I-don-t-like stayin-g in one p-ace. Whatv-r. I'll-be getti-g on my wa-y now." "Ok, ok." I grin at Lindel who has been watching me the whole time. "And land. Remember that." "Sur-e, su-. Got it-"

It is the last phrase that comes over to us before the hard drive alights in flames at the exact same time our surroundings execute a huge U-turn, steam hissing loudly outside the window. Lindel swiftly smothers the drive with his body. I wince. So much for that antique.

Terra's voice comes from over our heads. "Have you done it for once, Zeal? Can I take these sails down now, for my collection's sake?" "Yes Terracotta!" I yell back, hurrying up the stairs to his room while leaving Lindel behind. "I'm coming... Hold on!"

Throwing open the door to Terra's room, I find him wrestling with a white sail billowing into a window. Pans, swept by the sudden gale of our new heading are clanking dangerously all over his walls, ready to fall at a moment's notice.

I pull the window closed with effort. Wind dies down, as does the rebellious sail. Terra, relived, lies down on the floor exhausted. "What were the sails for?" He whines. "It has no effect on ___ anyway." "Well, yes," I shrug. "Now that I can talk to him, we will negotiate. I will have those taken down once we're on the ground."

Terra sits up. "Good. If my collection is out of danger, I support all your decisions." I throw a scan over my AE's 'collection'. Pans, woks, pots, plates... "It isn't very convenient to have these things in a transforming, sentinent flying entity, don't you think?" I try.

There is a glare from below. "I never asked for a room in this steampunk anomaly in the first place! You bought it from that shadowy person in the Month market. Look where that got me, e-"

A whistle from ___ stops both of us.

"You shouldn't have called him that." "And you know it's a HIM?" Terra groans. "Honestly Zeal, I don't understand your love for things like these..."

"Look, Terra! This is the first time in history that someone has communicated with a being like this." I shake him hard. "Can't you be happy for me?"

"No. Lindel is secretly, so no." Before I can feel dissapointed, something thunks into Terra's window. It squeaks angrily for a second, bashing at the glass, then drops off.

It looked like... a cucumber snake? What are snakes doing at 10000 meters of altitude?

There is another whistle from ___, more alarming this time.

"...Zeal?" Terra stands up. "What... was that?"

"I don't know..." 

"Zeal! Terra! We're under fire!" Lindel's cry from below alerts us. "12 O'clock!" "What?"

"No time to talk!" Lindel zooms up to our side. "Brace, brace!"

I duck to a corner, just in time. There is a terrible barrage of thumps and angry squeakings on the walls which resonate through our house. I glimpse what looks to be hundreds, if not thousands of the same cucumber-snake thing flying past a window, squeaking out battle-cries. It persists for one minute. Then another. Then another.

___ lets out a wailing whistle. He can't seem to stand the barrage for any longer. I hear master caution beeping off in the living room, telling us that we are overweight. "Zeal-" Lindel's voice reaches me over the clamor of squeaks. "The energy boosters are over-capacity!"

That only means one thing. With even flight system 2 overwhelmed, not enough thrust. And not enough thrust means that we're going down. Fast.

I close my eyes as ___, the passive-sized currently sentinent steamship lets out one last whistle. A grinding of massive gears tells me emergency brakes on the hull have activated. I can only hope our landing will be 'soft', that ___is going to be ok, and maybe that we won't crush anybody below us.

Being shot down by cucumber snakes is not how I want to start my day. 

aaah this took too long to fill outtt

Name: Barnacle

Pronouns: he/him

Personality: Makes a lot of jokes (like really bad puns and dad jokes) that make everyone groan, loves playing pranks on people, he’s actually pretty supportive to a point where it’s creepy (he’ll go to crazy extreme lengths to make sure someone achieves their dreams), can & will fight you but if he actually hurts you he’ll apologize endlessly and give you all the waffles, outgoing & never shies away from any awkward situation, kind of annoying, has a strange affinity for waffles.

Appearance: Tall and lanky, with shaggy bleach blonde hair that's about chin-length, pale ice-blue eyes, sharp features, light skin and freckles. Wears a gray zip up hoodie over some band shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown boots. 

Skills or powers: very athletic, great at making friends, good at climbing stuff, charming and usually gets his way

An item you always have: duct tape and rope

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: the townhouse with pangolin. It’s right near a park, where I go regularly.

Other: n/a

Name: Mirage

Pronouns: she/her

Personality: She’s quiet, considerate, and kind. Mirage loves art and writing, but she’s hesitant to share her work with anybody but her sibling Fir. She’s very shy, but if she gets to know someone, she’s very loyal and will do almost anything for them. She’s uncomfortable in social situations, but her sibling Fir will always have her back. 

Appearance: She’s on the shorter side of average, with a freckled olive complexion and large amethyst-purple eyes framed by dark eyelashes. She has a softly shining silver star on her forehead. Her hair is a soft violet tone, inky black at the roots, and is just long enough to be pulled back and is usually worn in a short ponytail.

Skills or powers: artistic, does a lot of sketching and watercolor, can play the piano, compassionate, loyal

An item you always have: her journal

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: in the townhouse with pangolin

Other: n/a

Name: Fir

Pronouns: they/them

Personality: They have a wild imagination – they’re always thinking up crazy stories or elaborate games to play with my other AEs, and love to go on adventures. They’re a bit childish and spontaneous, but their heart is good. They’re extremely protective and you don’t want to get them angry. They’re best friends with their sister Mirage, and they do everything together, but they really want to get to know more AEs other than just mine

Appearance: They are a bit tall for their age, and have a warm olive skin tone, gray-blue eyes, and hazel pixie cut with a strip dyed green. They wear a baggy gray T-shirt saying “not all those who wander are lost” tucked into jeans, and doodled-on converse.

Skills or powers: wild imagination, creative, passionate about what they care about, good at making friends

An item you always have: nothing! They are too clumsy and forgetful to be constantly carrying around an object

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: the townhouse with everyone else. 

Other: n/a 

Name: Koi

Pronouns: she/her

Personality: She’s self-important, antisocial, doesn’t want to be around other people, likes very few people, lazy, thinks she’s better than everyone else, and is secretly afraid of a lot of things (water, nature, spiders, fire, snakes, the dark, etc etc).

Appearance: She’s a medium-sized long-haired cat, and she has beautiful ginger fur with light orange stripes on her tail. Her eyes are green and are flecked with gold.

Skills or powers: sleeping through basically anything, stepping directly on your organs, blending into the carpet, criticizing you

An item you always have: nothing, she’s a cat

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: the townhouse

Other: despite being a cat, she is an AE, not a CAPTCHA. 

As myself (not Cora or Leotea)

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"Cora, it's time to WAAAAKKE UUUPP!!!!!" I don't like shouting, but it's six thirty in the morning and we have to leave to get the restraunt opened up in fifteen minutes. Cora walks groggily out of aer room, asking for coffee. "Make it yourself. You need to have eaten and be ready to go in fifteen minutes. But first, call Leotea and ask her to come home."

"Fine."

I grab some spices from the kitchen, and put them in my messener bag. 

Leotea walks in five minutes later. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Get Cora's bag ready. Aer waterbottle is on the counter and aer phone is on her desk."

"But I don't want Leotea to go in my room. She brings in a plant-y smell."

"I heard that," said Leotea.

"Stop bickering!" I said, "We need to go soon."

Fifteen minutes later, we all go out the door. We're going to be late. It's a bad day already. 

As we're walking to the restaurant, Leotea asks, "What's that, up there?"

I reply, "It looks like a zoodle?"

Cora said, "I knew zoodles look like that, but I didn't know they could fly so high up.

I add, "They're attacking some CBers. I didn't know they were so aggressive. And here I thought they were innocent. It seems like were not the only ones having a bad day." 

Scuttles flaps through the air, their powerful moth wings pushing them higher.

Scuttles is talking in third person today.

They frown up at the sky, recognizing an aircraft not high above them. It seems to be struggling to fly... And it's being attacked by... zoodles? That's not right. Zoodles shouldn't be attacking unless they are provoked, and unless they're wrong, that is Zealatom's aircraft, and Zealatom is nuetral... Plus there should be very few zoodles in CB City, as both pro- and anti- zoodlers actively work around the clock to keep them contained to the faraway continent of Novis Terra, which contains zoodle-safe locations such as Last to Post and Catch the Cookie, along with the Zoodle HQ...

Scuttles frowns and rises higher, zipping after one of the zoodles and catching it out of the air. It hisses menacingly and twists and tries to bite them. This is most ungood. Scuttles is a pro-zoodler, and it shouldn't be attacking them at all...

Somebody must be tampering with the zoodles, and it certainly isn't a pro-zoodler. Scuttles knows them all on a first name basis, and none of them would do this (actually, everyone knows everyone on a first name basis in the land of CB, but regardless, none of them would do this). Hmmm. Highly suspect.

They flex their wings, going higher and even closer to the dropping aircraft. It's thrusters glow dimly. They frown. It looks like some sort of thruster or engine malfunction...

I've been reading through the old threads, and here's a few thoughts:

- In CB city II, one of the admins requested a castle for the admins, and the general consenus was that Admin HQ was a castle, made of all kinds of materials from various threads like RPs and solo writes that were running at the time. Perhaps Admin HQ is a castle here as well, to honor the older thread and the Admins?

- The City seems to be divided into 6 sections, one for each section of CB, and it seems that HQ was roughly in the center. There also seemed to be bits of the City which didn't strictly adhere to any specific section, so it seems like the inner bits of the City would be a miscellanenous area. I can't spell micelaneous right but it's the middle of the night so cut me some slack.

- In CB city I and II (I'm still reading through II while typing this), there are little dragonflies called Wi-Fi Dragonflies (in I) or Wi-Flies (in II) which carry messages from the admins and submit posts to CB. They also ask for your CAPTCHA, and you then have you ask your CAPTCHA for the CAPTCHA and repeat the CAPTCHA to the Wi-Fly. I think they're a fun idea that we should keep around, if nobody is opposed.

- The CAPTCHAs could also speak in little five letter (well, back then CAPTCHAs were four letters) words that they could string together into sentences. Might be handy if there was an urgent message that would need to be delivered... but it would be in CAPTCHA speak...

- In older thread, there's a large library in the center of the city. Libraries are awesome. I am of the opinion that there should be a library in CB City III (Technically it's the fifth CB City, so I'll be calling it CB City III/V for the rest of this post to avoid confusion with other CB cities)

- There was also the Orb of Creativity, which was already referenced in the original post. (It had a longer name that was something like seven words long but I can't remember it. If anyone wants to dig through for it, pangolin posted the link to all the past threads in the first page, and the name is used in CB City I)

- Every now and then, pies were used as weapons. Because yes.

- We can also make any new traditions we want, or not use any old ones, because we are the CBers of the present and the people from the old CB Cities were CBers of the past. CB is our domain.

I didn't ever finish CB City III (the first third one), I got about 5 pages deep and there seemed to be no new things we might want to use popping up, and it was 12:00 and I'm tired. If anybody else wants to dig through it they can. Gonna sleep now. Scuttles out.

Snorkle says <capio>

Good idea Scuttles! 1.A castle it is then, it's always better than a tent of some sort. 

I'm sure a admin tent wasn't what we were thinking for this RP.

2. Wi-flies are cool. Why not?

3. Yes, libraries are awesome. Let's install one, shall we?

They are also a fire hazard, just so you know.

Whatever.

~Zealatom~ 

The thumping has finally stopped now, a optimistic change. What hasn't is all the angry squeaking around us. Thank goodness I closed all windows before leaving the living room. With no more fear of sudden collisons, I scramble out of my corner and out of Terra's room with both AEs following.

Throwing open the door to the dining room, I pounce on the huge yin yang carving inlaid into the northern wall. It buzzes at my touch. Trying to ignore loud sqeaking coming through kitchen venting, I press the carving inward to the wall. It shifts with a click and rebounds outwards, swiveling 90 degrees downwards to my level. A panel on its face slides open.

reset roomconfig?

"Yes, yes!" I mutter, tapping it quickly.

configreset: FLS?mode?

"Yes!"  I continue tapping the screen as Terra brandishes a frying pan at one of the windows. "Hurry up! You know what is happening now!"

configreset activate. FLS?mode? confirmed. Resetting... 

There is a loud hiss and rumble from the whole house, whose walls start folding and moving around us, reorganizing into a galley, deck, masts and sailor quarters. The dining room lifts up with a jerk along with a grinding puff of steam. A moment later, I am standing on ___'s origanal form: A steampunk flagship. Despite our rapid incline downwards, ___ sounds his foghorn loudly in celebration of his return. Cucumber snakes scatter at the sound of it, but only temporarily. They return in swarms, foucusing thankfully on Lindel and Terra instead of me.

Lindel and Terra soon find themseves surrounded on the newly un-roofed deck. "It's over now Zoodles!" Lindel wields a kitchen knife dangerously. "I have the high ground!"

"They do, Lindel." Terra corrects, waving his trusty frying pan. "Let's hope we can dish enough of them off before we crash into Cricket district."

I surely hope so. While the stand-off continues, I turn my attention to piloting __. Without translators up or HUD connection just yet, we find each other at a loss. The yin yang, now functioning as a steering wheel, spins wildly. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, so I try: "Ok. I think you have a better idea of where we are right now than us. I'll call out altitude and heading. You do your best to keep us flying, k?"

The steering wheel switches a direction to spin in. I take that as a yes. "Ok. We're at 8500 currently, dropping to 400. Heading is 5 degrees East. Wind-" I am interrupted by the clanging of Terra's pan as it impacts into rouge snakes. They squeak furiously, more surging at him.

"Looks like you have some trouble." A voice calls out to the side. Turning, I see a flapping pair of black and white moth wings. They are attached to a girl with bright white hair and antennae.

"Scuttles!" I start, then catch myself. We actually haven't talked much before. But times call for action, so I begin once again, smiling as best I can. "Beautiful day isn't it? Cloudy with a chance of Zoodles... I do seem to have just flown into a fog of them though."

Scuttles cocks their head, keeping level with us as __'s fast descent continues. "Need any help? Your engines are failing."

I open my mouth to explain the energy boosters were a failsafe, preivously intended to control ___'s direction before I realized he was a entity, but stop. "Well... can you talk to these Zoodles? They don't want to listen to us." There is another burst of banging as Terra flings some Zoodles off board. Scuttles shakes their head. "Can't do. They aren't normal ones."

"Ah." I should have guessed. "Thanks though. Could you tell me where we are now? I can't see through the clouds yet." 

Toot.

There is a loud blast from ___'s horn. The wheel wrenches out of my hands, spinning until it starts clattering by the center. That means something, I know. But what? I grab the lever to rudder to peform a control check.

The rudder is stuck.

"Oh dear." I groan as clouds suddenly part, revealing the towering spires of Admin HQ. The altimeter reads: 1560. Half a minute away from impact.

What was guideline number 56?

Crashing flying boats into Admin Headquarters is not perrmitted. Rule-breakers shall be dealt with most seriously.

I wrestle with the rudder and hope for a wonder to occur.

If there is none, at least ___ will go down in CB history as the most-wittnessed, greatest air-based, and first Zoodle-induced shipwreck in years.

Name: Darkvine, my nickname's Viney.

Pronouns: she/her

Personality: basically the only non-evil Slytherin known to exist at the moment. AKA sly, ambitious, determined, intelligent. Also sassy, sarcastic, introverted but seems extroverted.

Appearance: long black hair with neon green streaks and shiny black horns, neon green eyes that have slitted pupils when scared, angry, or in bright light. Usually wears a dark gray cloak and green t-shirt/shorts. Sweatpants if it's cold. I also have claws, and four toes/fingers instead of five.

Skills or powers: I can see heat signatures, and control/summon plants.

An item you always have: my Stygian iron dagger with an emerald on the hilt.

Where you live: I'm usually at the Lost City of Night, but I'm at Zoodle Base a lot.

Other: I started all the zoodle stuff. I'm not sorry, anti-zoodlers! :D

-

I study the map in the Planning Room, my zoodle companion, Roople, curled around my shoulders.

I glance at Roople. "Should I put four or five guards at the tunnel?" I ask.

Roople squeaks, the yellow flower thingie on his tail twitching.

"five it is, then." I say, drawing five green circles on the digital map.

my CAPTCHA, Pouty, drops through the skylight and lands with a thud on the table, startling me. 

Pouty folded their speckled wings. "Deehh zoobl aawee eeenn postn!"

I decipher the words as best I could. "Okay. Can you go ask Wyvern to spy on the anti-zoodlers?"

"yoocn count onmee!" Pouty says, running out of the room.

Name: th3mysticw0lf (hanahaki / hana)

Pronouns: they/she 

Personality: typically pretty chill although i can snap at some times; i can be aggressive but most of the time im a cute anime girl lol 

Appearance: porcelain doll (porcelain skin + red eyes + long white hair that reaches my back + typically some kinda gothic stuff) 

Skills or powers: coughs dramatically || i can manipulate shadows with skill and ease (summon them, manipulate them, etc) i can teleport to three specific places (one is my spawn, the pond near the sakura tree in the Plane of Existence, one is a set place, and the last is a secret) 

An item you always have: my gothic soul umbrella! it allows me to take the souls of others (: [for the purposes of this itll be npcs lol.] 

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: the Plane of Existence, a plane only accessible by me, although it bleeds into the real world in form of a haunted gothic mansion. 

(optional, maybe a reference during RPing)

Other: boop