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Chatterbox City RP!
Chatterbox City RP!
So I was looking through some older threads and I saw this, and it looked like a pretty cool idea. I think the original was created by Somebody.
Basically, the centre of the chatterbox city is a castle where the Admins live (unless they want to live someplace else). Everyone else has a house/cave/secret hideout of their own surrounding it. The CBers have to work together to ward off glitches, vampires, giant sparkly unicorns intent on destroying the universe, ect.
The CB City currently consists of a massive library, a starbucks and a doughnut store, but you can ad,d more. Here is the CB charecter sheet you must fill in to join:
CBer Name:
Gender/pronouns:
Age:
Appearance:
Where you live in the CB city:
Ideas for buildings:
Other:
Here's mine:
CBer Name: LilyPad
Gender/pronouns: Female (she, her)
Age: 12
Appearance: long, flowing golden hair and green eyes. Has a slim build and a light sprinkling of freckles. Wears comfortable, yet fashionable clothes.
Where you live in the CB city: I live in a tree house next door to the library. Does anyone want to be neighbors?
Ideas for buildings: N/A
Other: N/A
We'll start once we have eight people, including me, but anyone can join as we go.
submitted by LilyPad
(January 6, 2018 - 7:32 pm)
(January 6, 2018 - 7:32 pm)
The runes are on my house now. I stayed up until ten figuring them out. At first I thought they were Norse, then Ogam. I didn’t even know there WERE Anglo-Saxon runes. And then I figure them out, and all they say is, “Meet me in the library at midnight.” Oh well. So I set an alarm for midnight, and then my clock thinks it’s supposed to be 12 pm, and now it’s almost quarter to one and I’ve just wasted time groping. I start running to the library, where I hear thuds and bangs. But then I trip over some creepy stuffed animal. “What the-“
It looks a bit like Fredric, Chinchilla’s CAPTCHA. Wait.. didn’t Chinchilla say someone had kidnapped Fredric? My heart starts racing. Pzun. I need to find them. I race for Pzun’s Pizza Plus Pets. Swiftly picking the lock on the door-it’s after hours- I rush into the apartment above where Pzun lives. I make my way through candy bar wrappers, books, sports equipment, legos, and plastic dinosaurs to get to his bed- but he’s not in it. The only thing in his bed is a tiny stuffed dragonet.
“Pzun?”
I’m suddenly aware of a presence behind me. “Ah, Moon. Late to the party again, I see. Or maybe you didn’t want to attend at all. Unfortunately for you... attendance is mandatory.”
My brain starts to feel hazy. I swivel around, but trip on The Dark Secret. “Who are you?” I ask. It’s hard to sound confident when you’re on the ground surrounded by candy wrappers.
“That doesn’t matter.”
I pull out my sword. “Yes it does. Where is Pzun?”
They laugh. “Ooo, intimidating.”
I shove open the window and call on the wind. I blow the parenphanalia on Pzun’s floor at them, hitting them in their shadowed face with a Stegosaurus. “Ouch!” I feel triumphant for a moment, but then I start to feel dizzy. My sword slides from my hand. The wind ruffles my hair in a worried way. “I’m okay,” I tell it before I fall on the floor, unconscious.
(January 13, 2018 - 8:59 pm)
Yes!
@Kitten, yeah, that's a really good idea! I like the idea of the person bluffing to freak everybody else out. I was thinking we were each TRANSFORMED into an animal! If that's okay. If not, then just ignore my post for my character! =P
Chinchilla~
The first thing I am aware of when I resurface fom unconscienceness is the cold bars.
My eyes slowly focous on them. They are round and rusted, encircling me in a cage. I carefully open my eyes. Somehow.... they seem farther apart somehow. I-.....
.....
My eyes slowly focous, again, on what seems to be my nose. I have a snout. What is happening. WHAT IS HAPPENING
I jerk away from this... this thing, and a wave of nausea and dizziness overcomes me, forcing me to sit. my thoughts are racing around in my head, trying to understand this strange new reality. I'm confused and troubled, so I try to list all these strange things that will inevitably come up to a realisation that.... I can't face right now. It's too much.
First of all, I am sitting with my knees up. That is NOT a natural sitting position for a human. Okay. Just list the facts and you'll be okay. Second of all, I'm seeing mostly with my nose, as in I can see scents. Okay. Third of all, I have a fox snout for a nose.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- JUST CALM DOWN Okay, okayokayokay.... okay.... I seem to have been turned into a fox. Okay. Breath calmly. Breaaaaaaath.
I feel better after a moment, good enough to look at my surroundings. I'm in a metal cage, pretty big, there's room enough for another animal here. The cages' back and cieling of the cage are blank metal, so no hope to squeeze out that way. The front is rusted iron bars, which are too thin to squeeze through, but the gaps are wide enough to see out onto the room I'm in. It appears to be some kind of labratory? It's not well lit, and the ceiling seems to be some kind of dome, the light is so faint there are several candles to make up for it. I vaugely see small balconies affixed to the high walls of the room, hard to make out in the gloom. There is a big wooden table with beacers and glasses on it, full of weird bubbling things. There's a hatstand right next to the cage on my right, and it has.... ew, it has my clothes on it. Wait, if I'm not wearing my.... ARGH..... Ugh.... okay, I'm probably not even human right now, but still....
I notice a wooden dresser there as well.
And a mirror. It's huge, big enough for a human to stand in, almost. Its siding is intricately decorated, and looks like some kind of gaudy gold. Coupled with the perfectly shiny mirror that is affixed on it, it just seems like someone is trying to look rich. Like saying "Hey I'm rich enough to waste twenty pounds of gold to be taseless!". And.... I stare at the mirror. It is angled to reflect whatever is in the cage. I see a slender and lithe-looking fox, with a perfect red coat, and liquid amber eyes. It's too red to be natural, the white of its underbelly unnaturally spotless. It's... it's too perfect, not a hair ruffled, it's, it's like staring at a doll. I'm repulsed and infuriated by it. Why put something so-so-so PERFECT in that ugly ca-what
I-I.... I.... that's ME? I stare at the reflection. There's something just... not right about it. I move, and the reflection lags slightly. Just slightly, but enough for me to notice. So.... it's not real. No, correction, it's probably magic. The reflection just isn't showing what's actually there. Phew. Now what to-"I see you've found the mirror. Not one of my best creations, I have made better ones that truly see the actual enchantment, not just how perfect it could be."
I swivel my head around, trying to locate the voice. A shadowy figure steps into-or onto the dge of-the light. All I can make out is a long billowing claok, and the face is too smoky-looking to be seen. Its hands are behind its back. "Yes. Here I am. That mirror there-it's not as good as this one," It held up a small silver hand-mirror. It leans forward-somehow crossing the distance without being streched by perspective-and shows the reflection to me. I see a slender-lithe looking fox with a naturally auborn coat, slightly redder than normal, but it's all there. The usual black stockings on the front and back legs, the white underbelly, and, of course, the white tip of my gently flicking tail. it looks-I look normal. Maybe it could be streched to say it was an unnusually handsome fox, but personally I wouldn't strech it that far for me. "It's not as good," It said, withdrawing the mirror-still somehow not being influenced by perspective- "But the best ones are only as big as that. That there," It waved its hand to the gaudy mirror-"Is as good as I can get it at that size. Of course, a real mirror would show what you actually are, which is Chinchilla. In fact, this here," It held up a small hand-mirror, plain and fragile-looking,"Is literally the only normal mirror here. If I just let this lie around, your friends would be bound to see it."
It seemed that a shadow of a grin crossed across that shadowy, smokey face. It carefully tilted the mirror so that I could see it-and I see me. Just normal me, with clothes on (Maybe even magic has decency against all logic) and a very confused expression. "In fact, I might go so far as to say that... this was.... your only hope-and Lilypads, and all those who will be turned to animals.... now you know what I'm going to do next." I mutely shake my head, nononononononono, I'm mute as a fox, not even a smal yip I can make with this mouth.
The smoky figure grinned. It carefully tilted the mirror so that the faint light cought its reflection, light dancing on the mirrors surface. "If your friends just see the enchanted mirror, you will be a normal, although strangely mute, fox. And they... will. pass. you. on. It may be cliche'd, but, frankly, I enjoy this so much I can't help it." The firgure, very decidedly, very deliberately, turned the mirror down so that it's glass side, the very fragile side, to the floor. It very carefully, tenderly, deliberately, dropped it to the cold stone floor.
CRASH! As if in slow motion, I see the mirrror hit the ground, glass shattering, light dancing on the glass making it look like shards of light are flying on the floor rather than shards of glass. My hope shatters with it. The fragments spin on the floor, all except for one small shard. It spins underneath the wooden dresser. The glass shards fall still. The smokey figure uses gloved hands to sweep away the fragments, placing them inside its cloak. Every. Single. Shard.
Except one.
The figure smiles, and steps back into the shadows, leaving a small sad fox in an iron cage.
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PHEW Okay, that's a wrap! For now.....
Okay, I hope that wasn't tooo dramatic. Um, Lilypad, is it okay if I represent you as a lithe black panther that (I hope) will flow into the cage with me? A panther, or would you like something else?
And Kitten, are you good with a leapard, or would you like something different?
@Everyone else, maybe you guys might want to post what animal you guys want to be, just in case of abduction by the myyyyysteeeeeeriouuuuuuuus guy in italics.
(January 14, 2018 - 4:18 pm)
@Chinchilla, I love that idea! If you don't mind, Kitten, I'd like to go along with that idea. What do ya think? Will post later!
(January 15, 2018 - 2:53 am)
"I wish home was like this! "
The Artist is now hyped up as ever... Though my edge is still there.
"No you don't"
"Why. Must. You. Be. So. Bland"
"Because bland is normal, bland is safe. "
"Bland is stupid. "
"Exotic is stupid. "
"No it's... Wait something's coming from the library."
Everything looks normal, the building, the air. But we feel a kind of magic radiating from it
Why must my favorite places be ruined like back at that one January.
We go inside. It's dark, and the Artist looks nervous. She starts playing with her Essentia.
"Hello? " I called.
"Be quiet! Or the psychopathic murder will find us, make us put on lotion, and wear our skins as clothes! " she whispered.
"What?"
"I'm venting! "
"Whatever you sa-"
Suddenly my head jerks back. A dart wizzs past my face.
"I told you! " the Artist has made a sludgehammer.
I take out my Annalis, In the hands of a yo-yoer, it's very deadly, but weak against hard surfaces.
"Well well well, not as weak as you look. " a figure comes up to us, but it's so dark I can't see him.
I spin the spool towards the voice, but the blades gleam against something. He came prepared.
"You know. I never thought it would be this easy to trap to high beings."
I spin my weapon around and around.
"That's where you are wrong"
He snaps his fingers
"Are you sure about that? "
I think about the heroes of the world me and my sister control, Christopher, Alexander, and Stillo, that Yellow, anthropomorphic lizard with that tattoo.
Time to be exotic.
I charge.
(January 14, 2018 - 10:07 pm)
(January 15, 2018 - 6:08 am)
This place gives me the creeps
It's dark, it's neat and it's quiet.
I start fumbling with my clay.
As long as I have my Essentia, I'll be okay.
I can't help but think of that univerce where that creepy psycho said "It puts the lotion on his skin, or else it gets the hose again.
That Writer had very interesting Scribo
Suddenly I heard a wizz sound. A dart flies past Stilus' face.
I have absentmindly made a sludgehammer...
"Well well well, not as weak as you look..." The voice hangs in the air .
Way to add to the creepiness my friend.
Stilus tries to attack the voice but the magic spool of thread hits against something... Bracelets?
"You know, I never thought it would be this easy to trap two high beings"
Stilus tries to put on a brave face
"That's where you are wrong. "
He spins the spool around and around, going in the direction of the voice.
Think happy thoughts Greta, meadows, wild colors. Cute bear cubs
An image flashes through my mind, but it doesn't make any since (and they usually do.)
A Texas horned Lizard with Stilus' eyes?
My captcha said Bewd! Is that your name?
(January 15, 2018 - 6:07 am)
Nice!
So, could people post what animal they want to be if they're turned into one? Just so then it's simpler for people to post (Very flattering obviously) descriptions of other people's Charries.
So,
Lilypad~Black Panther
Everyone else, it would be cool if you posted what animal you would like to be.
PS I really like how unruffled The Writer looks in your drawings!
(January 15, 2018 - 12:30 pm)
Me (Moon); Dark-eyed junco, which is a type of bird (look it up). Or maybe golden eagle, to be more ferocious?
(January 15, 2018 - 6:55 pm)
*groans* I'm SOOO inactive on this thread that I want to slam my face against the wall...
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I tap my pencil against my chin. I can't think, I'm too paranoid. Someone yelled "WHAAT!!!" outside my door a few minutes ago about some orangey runes that I was seeing. Finally, I get up and look at them again.
It's dark, so the runes are the only things that are really light, and I definitely need more than that. I go back in, and get my flashlight, feeling the flat red plastic on it. I hold down the clicky button and go back outside. As I go, I spot a footprint in the powdery dirt outside the back of my tent. I place the flashlight beam on the ground and follow the footprints to the library.
As I enter the library. my flashlight flickers out. "Aww, man, the batteries ran out," I sigh, and put the flashlight in my pocket. There's one good thing about it being flat. I push open the doors to total darkness. What a time for my flashlight to go out. I go inside, and almost trip over a spiral-bound notebook. I pick it up, and squint at the words. "Help me," I start reading them out. "Meet me in the library at midnight."
Wait. I look at my watch, and squint again at the hands. It's five minutes past midnight. I whirl around, and look at the open door ten feet away. I ren to it, but before I can get to it, it slams shut. "No, no, nononono!!" I cry, pulling on the handles with all my might.
"Why not?" a very condescending voice asks. I can't pinpoint where it's coming from. "What's your CAPTCHA? A lynx? Interesting. I wonder what you should be. Should you be the same as your CAPTCHA? Your name doesn't give anything away. You'd make a good lynx, like Elena. That was her name, wasn't it? Or a bobcat."
My feet suddenly fall out from under me and I lose consiousness.
(January 16, 2018 - 1:00 am)
@Autmn Moon, I like the Junco idea, it's an unusual choice I think, and way less well known than the eagle, so it seems more creative. Plus I REALLY like the bird!
@Lucy B, Bobcat sounds cool! I like the name of Lynxes, but I think I'm going to write you as a Bocat, if that's okay?
Okay:
Lilypad~ Panther
Autumn Moon~ Dark-Eyed Junco
Lucy B~ Bobcat
YES! Dis is comin' togetha!
(January 16, 2018 - 2:52 pm)
Me and the Artist already hinted ours
but for those who didn't see it
Writer:Texan Horned Lizard
Artist: Bear Cub
(January 17, 2018 - 8:15 am)
@Chinchilla, sounds great! Sorry I haven't posted lately, I'm a bit busy at the moment.
(January 17, 2018 - 1:43 am)
Lilypad~ Panther
Autumn Moon~ Dark-Eyed Junco
Lucy B~ Bobcat
Writer:Texan Horned Lizard
Artist: Bear Cub
(January 16, 2018 - 2:52 pm)
Okay! Thanks Lilypad. I decided to ctrl c and ctrl v for this, so that's why this post looks so..... weird.
(January 17, 2018 - 11:27 am)
I haven’t been here in FOREVER UGHHHHHHHH SO SORRY.
Moi~
The library at midnight. Didn’t think there would be trouble. I’m already there ahead of time, so I wait patiently for others to arrive when I feel an uneasy prickling on the back of my neck. Before I can decipher what’s going on, something causes me to pass out abruptly.
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When I awaken, I definitely don’t feel the same. I look down to see paws and let out a stifled screech. Wait. I don’t screech. I scream, but I don’t screech.
Something scares me from behind, and I jump up and hiss.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.
I catch myself looking at a reflective surface, and a cat stares back at me. Just like my CAPTCHA, the Japanese bobtai-
Something hits me on the back of the head and I black out once again.
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That was awful, so sorry. Just trying to catch up over here gahhh
(January 17, 2018 - 6:40 pm)
I wake, my head pounding, to blaring fluorescent lights. I get to my feet and stare around me. Where am I? I look around to see I am crouched inside a barred metal cage, inside what looks like a labatory of some description. As my eyes get used to the light, I notice several other cages strewn around the room, stuck together like icecubes. I try to make out the figures inside them, but my eyes seem to be clouded. Instead, I seem to be seeing with my nose. I am aware of quite a few mammals around me, and some reptilian sort of smell. Where am I? And how come I know what a reptile smells like? I figure the guy in the library must have hit me pretty hard. Suddenly, a stout figure looms into my vision. Could it be......well, who else? Whoever it is reached into my cage. "Good kitty, nice kitty." It says. I recognise the voice from the library. I open my mouth to say "Don't touch me!" But instead, what I hear is a deep and powerful growl sort of sound. Terrified, I nearly jump out of my skin. That couldn't be me making that growl could it? Instinctively, I retract my claws (I nearly typed Claaws) and take a swipe at the gloved hands hovering above me. Wait, my claws? I'm a cat! No, a panther! My inky black fur is to hard to miss. I stare down at my powerful torso and front legs. I've never felt so strong! The man laughs and grabs me anyway. I struggle, but he's too strong for me. Instead, I content myself with giving him a good scratch. Desperate to be rid of me, the person shoved me into another, larger cage and shuffles away. I can sense the person's annoyance. I look around once again. There's something else in the cage! No, someone.
(January 17, 2018 - 9:40 pm)