Meg

"Oh, um, sure." I take the biscuit. "Thanks." It takes me a second to realize I'm supposed to eat it. So I do.

"Wow, this is really good. You're great at baking," I say. It's actually super good, much better than any other dessert I've had in a while. Plus, it's far from basic. I smile. Mirage has a sketchbook, and I can see penciling of something, although it's angled away from me. I love art. "What're you drawing?"

Ever

I spot Quinn and Tempest together, and start trailing over to where they are to say hi. El stops me, though.

":They're bonding, Ev. We can't disrupt the bonding!:" I laugh. "Oops, yeah, you're right! But what do we do then?" I think, at that moment, we have one of those connected thoughts that are exactly the same as each other. We never talk to anyone other than Quinn and Tempest. ":Um... I dunno. Let's wait here. Tic tac toe?:" she takes a pen out of her pocket and draws it on the toe of her shoe. "Alright. Bet." 

Arden

"Yeah, I agree. Sometimes repetition is nice, but...too much kinda sucks." I say to Dawn, whose face is warming. I reach up to my own face, feeling a blush spread across mine as well. Augh. 

"I was wondering...would you maybe want to go strawberry picking with me sometime? There's a pretty field a couple miles away from here...we could go whenever...?"

~Shyla~

~We finally reach the top of the hill, and I let out a tiny gasp. It's beautiful, the flowers and vibrant grass, and happy people chatting and eating. Arden must be in heaven.~

~I turn to Cyrus, whose face is aglow. "~Isn't this just the most amazing thing?" I gush, before running off without waiting for an answer. My basket of baklava swings precariously, so I set it down on a blanket and wave to my only friend, Crawaline, who smiles and gives a little wave back.~

^Cyrus^

^Shyla has no limits. She just..says whatever. And she doesn't even wait for you to say something back!^

^The picnic is gorgeous. So much food! I'm going to have to ask for recipes later, anything I can bake in my tiny cafe. I wonder if anyone else here likes to bake....or cook. My eyes flit around the park, trying to find someone to talk to. A girl with violet hair looks nice, maybe she would want to talk to me. Although I'm not sure...^

@pangolin, would you want to ship Mirage with Cyrus? Np if not though :3 

@~Amarillis~, yeah, sure! We could definitely ship Mirage and Cyrus. Mirage is talking to Starli’s AE Meg right now, though, so she and Cyrus can talk later. :) 

Fir

"Oh, hello, you!" I say as General Gumdrops stretches toward me. I extend my finger for him to sniff. I've always loved animals, and tarsiers are so cute! 

I drop down to sit in the grass, and begin to pick daisies. I weave them together, twisting one stem around the other to connect the daisies. As I work on the crown, I glance at Oliver. "So, uh, what sort of stuff do you do for fun?"

~Mirage~

~I feel myself turning red. Oh, why does this have to happen every time I receive a compliment? “~Thank you,~” I reply, glad Meg liked the biscuits. She asks about my sketchbook, and I switch my grip on it so that she can see it. “~I was drawing that robin over there — oh, and it flew away.~” Luckily my sketch is mostly completed, and I’ll be able to refine the details without a reference. “~Do you do any art?~”

Not me going through the previous pages of this RP 'cause I have no recollection of what I was doing last time we posted...

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Jay:

I wander over to the Go game, but I have only a basic grasping of the rules and I have no concept of what's going on, so I head off to find somebody to talk to. I've always envied the AEs. They seem to get along with each other so well, but I'm an introvert and I've always found it a little hard to socialize with other CBers. I set down Knowt and let him scurry off. Maybe he'll find another CAPTCHA to hang out with, or maybe he'll go bother one of the many AE couples.

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Skree:

After setting out the ice cream, I scan the crowd and frown. Friendo has been acting a little suspicious lately. I poked my head into his room early in the morning and I know for a fact he wasn't sleeping in late like he's pretending he did; he was up early styling his hair and obsessing over his appearance. Something is definitely up--I've never seen him put an ounce of effort into his appearance aside from making sure he doesn't have drool or snot on his face. And he's also all dressed up--by which I mean he's wearing his favorite t-shirt and his most comfortable sneakers, which is about as far as getting dressed up goes for him.

I watch as he jogs over to one of the other AEs--one of pangolin's, I think--and challenges them to a round of cornhole. I have no clue how to play cornhole, and I'm pretty sure Friendo doesn't either. I know it involves throwing beanbags at wooden boards, and I think that's as far as he knows too. We've got a cornhole set somewhere at Cascade House, but we've only used it once and we had no idea what we're doing.

He's definitely up to something--as to what, I don't know, but I've got a few ideas.

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Friendo:

I smile and stand opposite  Barnacle, and chuck my beanbag in a gentle arc. It hits his board with a soft thunk and slides up it a little with the momentum, dropping into the hole with a plop. I grin. I'm pretty sure getting it in the hole is a good thing. You're supposed to get it in the hole, right?

"So, what've you been up to lately?" asks Barnacle.

"Oh, not much. It's actually been kind of crazy at Cascade House recently. Cheese and Jam are moving out to the City of Retired AEs and Old CBers, so everything's been in chaos. They've finally got almost all of their stuff packed up, so they're moving out tomorrow. I'll miss them, but it'll be kinda nice for things to be nice and quiet again. Although I've heard Chaser and Jay and Interrobang discussing new AEs, so things probably won't be quiet for long." There's an awkward silence for a moment, and I'm pretty sure I'm blushing (why am I blushing? There's no need to be blushing!), and then I ask, "Anyways, what about you?"

\Kaspar\

\Stormi leads the way to an empty picnic spot - she's taking the lead again, as usual - but there are some other AEs there already. Stormi asks if we can sit there, and one of them agrees and asks my name.\

\I look more closely at her, actually noticing her for the first time. She has red-orange hair that looks almost like fire in the sunlight, and dark brown eyes. Something about her makes me think I'd like to get to know her better.\

\After a second I realize I haven't answered her question yet. "Hi, I'm Kaspar. Nice to meet you," I say, making my voice slightly cockier than usual in order to hide my embarrassment. Just then I notice a small white dragon flying over our heads, at which I do a double take. "What's a dragon doing here?" I ask as I help Stormi lay out the picnic blanket, forgetting my momentary awkwardness.\

Name:=Carmen Viola.=

CBer or AE?:=AE.=

Pronouns:=16.=

Shipping (if AE):=I'm unshipped, I'm free to anyone.=

Appearance: =I have fairly tan skin. My eyes are blue, because I'm trans I have fairly long eyelashes (and I still wear mascara), I dyed my hair blonde (it was origanally auburn). I like to wear earthy tones and sweaters. I like to wear vintage clothing.= (also see picture)

Brief Personality: =I'm is really sweet but also introverted. I don't really talk much, and looks like I'm not listening. But trust me, I'm just listening very. Intently. I'm also really caring towards every one, and I do not like violence (AKA Rin. But I likes kids. So I try to get along with her.).=

Other:=I, uh don't really know anyone. So it would be nice if someone would like to talk, or do something, with me..=

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{Crawaline}

{ "Ah! Shyla! It's nice to see you again. I didn't get to talk to you a lot at the AE chat thread.". I walk over the Shyla, my hands behind my back. "So, uh...What do you like to do in you free time?"}

$Strawberry$ 

$"THAAANKS CORIII!" I yell to Cori as they walk away. "Ok!" I say putting my hands on my hips. "Hmmm. Cori leeeft. Lore is...where did lore go?? Alright whatever! Crawline's talking to some one...CRAWALINE'S TALKING TO SOMEONE?! Oh mi gosh, oh mi gosh! AH! I'm so proud of Xem!..OO!" My phone buzzed in my pocket. "AH!! IT'S CARMEN. HE'S ALMOST HEEERE!" I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEEEM!" I looked to all the faces looking at me. "Oop. Sorry."$ 

"Hey Strawberry!" 

$"I know thaat voiiiicee...FIVE! I missed you!" I said takle-hugging him.$ "It's only been a few weeks?!" 

$"Yeah well I still missed you!"$

"Alright alright, I missed you too!" 

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Carmen: 

Barnacle

"Oh, nice!" I say as Friendo's beanbag falls into the hole. "Three points for you." 

He talks about how some of his fellow AEs are moving out, and about his CBers' plans for new AEs. 

"Pangolin recently got a new AE, too -- their name's Arum. She's over by our picnic blanket," I say, gesturing to where Pangolin, Arum, Mirage, Koi, and the CAPTCHAs all are, along with a few other AEs. "Besides that, I haven't really been doing much, aside from the sports and things I always do. Oh, I think Mirage and I are planning to work together on a project for the upcoming science fair at school, but we haven't really made any plans yet..."

I toss a beanbag, but I guess I threw it too hard, because it skids up the board and almost falls off -- but, luckily, it manages to stay on. "That's one point." 

"Uh...have you tried any of the food yet?" I ask. Was that a stupid thing to say? Argh, why is talking to Friendo always so different than talking to other people?

|Arum|

|I glance up, squinting in the sunlight, at as Knight darts by overhead. "|Oh, you mean Knight? She's one of our CAPTCHAs. You can pet her, if you want,|" I tell Kaspar. I whistle, and she swoops down, landing on my shoulder, saying "<reixd>" as she does. "|Hey, you guys want some iced tea or raspberry amaretti biscuits or something? Mirage and Pangolin made way too much food.|"|

Friendo:

Knowt comes up to me, nibbles my ankles, and ties my shoelaces in knots while Barnacle scores a point and talks about what he's been up to recently.

"Oh, you're doing the science fair?" I ask. "I'm thinking about doing it, maybe with Skree, but I don't have any ideas. And no, I haven't eaten anything yet, have you? 'Cause we could, like, go together after we finish the game... I mean, only if you want..." Arg, why can't I just say something nice and normal-sounding and not make a fool of myself?

I reach down and grab my next beanbag without really looking.  Only after I've thrown it do I realize that it's not a squarish red beanbag, but a large baby bird covered in brightly colored downy feathers. In other words, I've just accidentally thrown Knowt instead of my beanbag.

Knowt isn't very happy about this. As he is launched through the air in a perfect arc, he flutters his wings, which does nothing to help because they are entirely fluffy baby feathers, and angrily chirps swears in CAPTCHA language. Then his angry noises are cut off as he lands with a thunk headfirst in the hole in the cornhole board. He's considerably larger than a beanbag, and he gets stuck in the hole, his little bird legs waving in the air. I can hear muffled insults and swears (Knowt's got a rather salty mouth--or rather, beak--and try as they might Chaser and Jay can't break him of the habit) mostly directed at me from under the board.

I make I contact with Barnacle and giggle a little. "Whoops," I say, and hurry over to the other board to grab Knowt by his downy bottom and yank him out. Once he's out, he bites my fingers, wiggles free of my hands, drops to the ground, and scurries away, screaming irate CAPTCHA insults at me all the while.

I grin and jog back to my side. "I think it would make Knowt even angrier if we counted that as points, so let's not, shall we?" Not to mention I still don't quite get the scoring. Anyways, I pick up my actual next beanbag--which is, in fact, a beanbag and not a CAPTCHA--and lob it. I can't quite recreate the beautiful throw I did with Knowt, and it lands on the top of the board but skids off the end, plopping into the grass. I'm pretty sure that's not a point, but I smile anyways, because I'm having fun. I don't know why Barnacle is choosing to hang around me when he's so composed and I'm a sloppy mess, but I'll make the most of his company while he is.