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The Chatterbox was
Chatterbox: Down to Earth
The Chatterbox was
The Chatterbox was an utopia, and not one of those flawed, damaged ones like in the Giver. It was a beautiful, constantly in flux space created by the free rein of the most creative children. Multicolored, beautiful ombré buildings rose up into the sky, and wilderness in the distance, with scenic mountains where the snow was always perfect for snowball fights, trees perfect for climbing- or building tree houses- and rambling ivy and vegetation that gave everything an adventurous feel. Lakes of clear, sparkling water, and a suspension bridge that changed colors based on the state of the river while hand-built sailboats raced below. Laughter pealed from every distant corner, and young children chased each other through the streets.
The CBers didn’t really know the full extent of that world. Their imaginations could create it, sure, but they didn’t live it. It was the AEs who knew it better than anyone else, the old forts and the alleyways and that one place that always had free ice cream 365 days of the year.
But the AEs had never known the outside world, or how cruel it could be. They were naive, even the untrusting ones. So what would happen..if they were all thrown into the real world, and the CBers found themselves in a place that they thought only existed onscreen?
Chatterbox RP! The plot is basically summarized in the last paragraph, but we can make it up as we go along. Character sheet:
NOTE: All personal details can be made up.
Name: Name that would be realistic irl (can be your real name, but definitely doesn’t have to be):
AE, CAPTCHAE, or CBer (CAPTCHAS are allowed, but don’t need a separate sheet):
Age/Percieved Age:
Real Life Appearance (for AEs, make more normal/human):
CB Appearance:
Personality (no just adjectives! Describe):
Backstory/Home life:
Companions (CAPTCHAS go here):
Other:
submitted by Blue Moon, age 12, Here
(November 11, 2018 - 1:01 am)
(November 11, 2018 - 1:01 am)
"What do you mean? I'm on Chatterbox, yes," a boy says.
"I go by HoodedMidnight. You're Artimerxx? Ack..What?," He continues.
"Wait. We're all CBers here?" I say a little confused. I slowly look around the group. This might explain why they all look so familiar. Artimmerx, a Fountain Pen, I know these people.
I'm Ava, Dandelion on CB," I say slowly. This is crazy. How is this even happening? What next?.
"One second," I say. "If we all fell here, and we're all CBers, could this be the CB, maybe?"
"Yeah. Maybe. I dont know," someone says.
"Maybe we should explore and figure out what happened." I say. "Figure out what is happening over here."
(December 4, 2018 - 8:09 pm)
i think you got a little confused, you got me and HoodedMidnight’s roles switched XD
(December 4, 2018 - 8:50 pm)
Yeah, I think you're right Artimerxx. XD
The dialogue is a little mixed up.
(December 9, 2018 - 4:41 pm)
Yeah, I think you're right Artimerxx. XD
The dialogue is a little mixed up.
(December 9, 2018 - 4:41 pm)
“We should explore. Figure out what’s going on here,” Dandelion said. That name felt more familiar than Ava, and for good reason. Blue knew that name. If I was teleported to any other place, maybe the Discord server I’m on- would I feel as at home as I do here?
Blue nodded. “Where to, though?”
”Wait,” a kid said- Soren. “If we’re here- I guess this is the Chatterbox- where are our AEs?”
***
Cloud was lost. Hopelessly lost. They’d made their way out of the house, avoiding talking to anyone else, and stepped out into a part of the Internet they’d never seen before, and Cloud and Pzun were some of the few AEs that could traverse the Internet and the search bar. (Blue had put restricted mode on, though. Cloud didn’t get it. Why would anything be bad enough to be blocked?)
“Cloud,” Pzun said, “I don’t think we’re online anymore.”
“What? No-“ Cloud started to say, then stopped. “Actually, you might be right.”
There was dust on the ground. There was a road in front of them that wasn’t clean and white, and back behind them the yard was easily crossable, not stretching on through meandering paths. The magic trembling in the air was a different, unfriendly sort. A dog barked. Pzun couldn’t understand it. And the road stretched on, and on, and it was all so big and scary.
Pull yourself together, Cloud. Best things come from being brave, in the CB.
It was true. But, Cloud thought, they weren’t in the CB any more.
(December 22, 2018 - 1:49 am)
(December 22, 2018 - 7:50 pm)