Rogue slunk in and looked at the other CBers from under her hood. She smiled mysteriously and twirled her silver cloak. Before the CBer's very eyes, it magically turned into a silver hoodie. On her chest, the white Outcast Rune showed proudly. Rogue walked over to the non-alchoholic-beverage bar. A blonde barista, barely seventeen, smiled at Rogue.

"Heya, darlin'. What can I get for you tonight?" She said, laying aside the dish she had been drying. Rogue stared at her blankly and coldly. The barista was unfased.

"Just some cold water, please." The girl across the counter nodded and got the water. Rogue took the water and glided away silently, as she always did. Agent Winter waved excitedly, and Rogue smiled back and walked over to her friend. Taking a seat on a nearby recliner, she crossed her legs, leaned back and took a sip of her water.

"I am here, and ready to comply to your story requests." Rogue smiled kindly. 

Micearenice rocked back in forth in her rocking chair and heaved a dusty book of the hearth. She opened it up to a random page, smoothed out the paper, and began to read: 

The My Little Pony Phase

Yes, we did go through a MLP phase a couple of years ago! It started out simply with threads about MLP, but then there were Guess That Pony threads, MLP Picturings (being ponified), and all sorts of things. It lasted fairly long, then just stopped all at once. That's a phase for you, I guess.

Here's the official guess-that-pony thread, started by Cho Chang: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/212765   

Icy, who was currently seated on a rocking chair a bit further from the fire, laughed.

"I completely forgot about that!" She stated, addressing Mice's earlier recollection of Bolton. "That was…actually pretty hilarious."

…I did actually completely forget that. It's nice to have a good reminder once in a while.

Joan B. of Arc sighed deeply and leaned back in her seat after she finished roasting her marshmallow. 

"I remember when the first AE drama started-or at least, AE drama with crushes and relationships. It was my first year on the CB, and I had already created my first AE Puck. 

We (I and Puck,) recently joined a post made by Abigail S. (an older CBer)  about a summer camp. St. Owl's AE Devil Owl joined as well. 

Mind you, at the time, there had been absolutely NO AE drama with relationships and crushes etc. In this thread, my AE Puck's goal was (and still is) to become the BEST prankster in the whole CB universe! Which meant surpassing even Devil Owl-the most well known prankster at the time, what with his patented flaming brussel sprout cannon, I believe it was.

Anyways, in this thread that Abigail S. wrote, there was a whole one on one AE prank war between Puck and St. Owl. 

During this whole "war" though, Puck realized something. She was in love, or in other words, she had a teeny weeny crush on Devil Owl. But how would he notice her? And would he ever notice her at all?" 

Joan B. of Arc finished her story and stirred the hot cocoa in her hands, which had mysteriously appeared when she first began the story. She sighed.

"Man-those were the days. The crush my AE Puck has on Dev has gradually increased A TON over the years. Things started to get a little interesting. *chuckle* That was when the very first AE crushes and AE "drama" first started-when all AEs began to have crushes on each other and be in a relationship; all because Puck began to have a crush on Puck through a prank war."

(Here's the link if you would like to read about the "prank war" between Puck and Dev-and when she first started to have a crush on him. The story was never finished, but it's still fun to read. Page 7 is when Puck admits her crush on Dev.)

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/186824

Darkking materializes in a chair next to Joan B's in a bit of shadowy mist that smells slightly like citrus, he takes a sip of his hot chocolate. "I haven't been on the CB for very long but I would love to hear some more stories about the past!" he chuckles and turns slightly pink "I actually went on the CB in fifth grade but I left quickly because I didn't know what was going on or anyone on the CB." He looks at a photo that he pulls out of his pocket. "Storm Windwhisperer brought me back though, she's a really good friend."

Gracia bounced up and down on an armchair, thinking of a story to tell. After diving extremely deeply into old threads, she found one. Not a great one, but, eh, it's still a story.

The Magic Ones RP!

My very first RP. I joined, posted a couple times, and then… just stopped. I don't even know why! I do this all the time in RPs, and I feel so guilty about it, but I never have time. (I'm sorry to everyone tht has created an RP only to have me join and never post!!!) Anyways, I'm trying to distance myself from RPs. Anyways. This RP actually finished, and there was talk a couple weeks ago about making a sequel, but as of yet it hasn't happened.

Quill enters the room and curls up in a cozy armchair by the fire, grabbing a few marshmallows. She says,

"I've been here for almost 2 years (give or take a few months), so I wasn't there for the big wars years ago. I was obviously here for the most recent impersonator thing, and I think I met several of the older CBers and saw some leave. I've seen a ton of new people join, too. I don't know if I have that many stories to tell, but I would love to hear some of yours!"

She eats a marshmallow and leans forward eagerly. 

I sneak into the room quietly, as the discussion has already begun. Spooning semi-sweet chocolate chips into my mouth from a big bag of them and getting my fuzzy-socked feet as close to the fire as possible, I snuggle up contently and listen.

Viola? wandered quietly in, the usual wool socks cushioning her steps. She carried a sketchbook cradled in her arms, a pen and pencil between her fingers, and a dazed look in her eyes. She was a little tired. 

Turning as soon as she crossed the threshold, she wove her way between chairs and behind cushions, keeping to the dim edges out of habit. She turned again once she'd made her way across and settled down in a yogibo with a good close view of the fireplace, thinking as soon as she sat down about Hestia, Greek goddess of the hearth. Following the thought came memories of many a Thanksgiving, when she'd sat by the fire and half-pretended to be the goddess. She opened her sketchbook over her knees and flipped softly to a blank page, uncapped her pen, and began to draw almost absentmindedly, keeping at least one eye on the paper and at least one ear to the gentle murmurs of conversation. She wondered if anyone could tell she was still listening. She thought she'd better work on her picturings or Inktober, but she'd have time later. Right now she wanted to be here. 

Eventually there came a pause, and the voice of the crackling fire rose in the quiet. Viola? decided to offer her own memories once she'd gathered her thoughts. The pen in her hand looped a little more aimlessly. 

"I've been on the Chatterbox for a year or so, but I've been on Kyngdom longer," she began, her gaze turning up to the ceiling, then down to sweep the faces of those around her. She couldn't tell if all of them were paying attention. This simultaneously irked and soothed her, and Sea Glass and Nymph rose briefly in the back of her head. She went on. 

"It was three or four years ago now. I made a self-insert character and started running around like… I don't know what. A baby rabbit, maybe." She shook her head, remembering the blush that lurked below her cheeks. "I gradually learned the rules and had a lovely time acting as a historian, devoted to that site which I had claimed as my own. Then, not too long ago, I made my first–well, second, but that's another story–venture onto the CB. And thus I began to coast. There was so much here, all new and exciting and big, and the way I thought began to shift. I was running on a treadmill here. It was… different, on Kyngdom. I feel like an old whale now. Like I've joined the distant giants I always thought of people like Claaws and Icy as. But oh, when I had nothing else to do. I think I really got going in the Underwater Ball. I remember when someone praised me for posting on the thread I made even when no one else did. And Mina! She's gone now, but there was a lot going on with her. shadow, too. shadow of everywhere…"

She trailed off, looking dreamily into the fire, spinning through a sudden rush of memory, wondering if anyone else would join her when she looked up.

The door blows open, letting in a gust of cool autumn wind. Cockleburr stands in the doorway, oversized flannel flapping around her, as if summoned by a single phrase.

"Somebody asked about EVIL's Revenge?" She walks over to the sofa, losing much of the moment's drama with a cheerful half-skip every other step. Plunking herself down on the floor, she repeats, "Somebody did ask about EVIL's Revenge, right?" 

Micearenice waves her fingers. "Yeah, that was me. What was it about, again?" 

Cockleburr grins. "Awesome! I was probably going to tell you all anyway, cause that's one of the best CB stories I have, but I'm glad you asked. EVIL's Revenge was an RP that lasted over two years. It was made up of Buggy, Lindsey, Katydid, Shadow Dragon, Rosebud, and I. Rosebud still comes around, but I haven't seen the others here for a long time. I'm the last active revenger.
"EVIL's Revenge was actually a sequel to a different RP which I was not a part of, one of the few to ever finish: AYA Spies. AYA was about a group of twelve-thirteen year olds who were training to be spies at school. The enemy group was named LIVE, but refered to as EVIL by the characters. After AYA finished the writers agreed to make another RP about their characters, set three years in the future. 
"EVIL is centered around the spies, of course, who are now trying to live normal lives. However as their past comes back to haunt them, they find themselves deep in EVIL's twisting plot to destroy the world and realize they are the only ones who can stop it. And that’s when I showed up. On page 21. In my defense, I was new and had almost no idea of how roleplays worked. I had read the entire thing, and the original, and wanted to compliment them on it. I also rather obviously hinted that I would really like to join, which is a bit embarrassing to admit now. However, they agreed that I could join as a new character. And so we got to page 57, in what is almost definitely the longest RP in history of the CB!”

“Did it ever finish?” someone calls from near the fireplace. Cockleburr shrugs, sighing.

“No, it never did. Most of the roleplayers left and we could only contact a few of them. It started up again for a while last year, but died for good soon after.” Her mouth quirks in a half smile as she adds, “I even wrote a few ‘happily-ever-after’ stories because I wanted closure so badly. I loved that RP and I loved my character even more. Clover. My sweet Clover.”