I hop off my bike and park it in front of Jubilee's mansion, then hit the button on my helmet that turns it into a brown fedora. After smoothing out my pantsuit, I take in the scene. The mansion is beautiful, with great landscaping, and CBers are pouring through the doors. I grin and run up the front steps and straight through the massive doors. I drop the plate of muffins I brought on a nearby snack table and run to the dance floor, where a bunch of other CBers are enjoying themselves. I start to dance and probably look really stupid, but I don't care. I'm having tons of fun, and that's what matters!

The ballroom has begun to fill up as more people arrive, and I'm now surrounded by partying CBers, some I know and some I don't.  I dip a strawberry in the chocolate fountain as I watch Heroes, Fidelity, and Quill dance.  They look like they're having a blast, I think.  How come I'm the only one who feels akward?  Glancing at my chocolate-covered fingers, an idea pops into my head.  A crazy one, for sure, but gaurenteed to make this less akward.  I run my fingers across my cheeks, creating streaks of chocolate war paint.  Maybe this can be like home. "CHOCOLATE FIGHT!!" I yell.  Soon both the floor and my dress are covered in the stuff, but I'm laughing too hard to care.  This night is turning out good after all.

I’m late. I rush in with Yi, Cairi and Quelle, just to see QueenOfWolves throwing chocolate! 

Ugh, I thought this would be nice, Cairi moans. Chocolate just got on her dress. She, Quelle, and I escape to the bathroom. It appears that Yi is throwing chocolate. "Uh, you guys, I'm actually glad we're on here, because… I… um, can't dance," I whisper to my AEs. I can teach you! 

I’ll help!

So, this post ends in me learning how to dance… in a bathroom. 

I dramatically spin into the ballroom, prepared to make a big speech filled with thank yous and who knows what. But the manical ingenuity of CBers throws a fork in my plans. I'm greeted by a huge. Ginormous. CHOCOLATE FIGHT. I NEED to participate. I arm myself with a few strawberries and cups of chocolate. I whirl around and smack the closest CBer in the face with some of the stuff.  It was Kat. She gasps and licks her lips. A devious smile spreads across her face. Oh dear. I attempt to run but shhe is wayyy to fast. What does she do all day, cross country? Ugh. Soon she catches up and wipes her cup of chocolate all over my face. I grin. She calls out, "JUBILEE IS HERE! AND I JUST DEFEATED HER!

I watch Jubilee enter the ballroom as chocolate flies by my face. I feel like I should talk to someone, but during a chocolate fight doesn't seem like the right time. I glance around nonetheless, trying to find someone who isn't throwing chocolate or stawberries. I take a step towards the corner of the room only to slip and find myself sprawled on the floor, now covered in chocolate.

Not only am I late, but I just walked into a ball with flying chocolate.

This is worse than my 10th birthday when my friend tried to put frosting in everyone's hair.

I scream as a glob of caramel-covered chocolate flies towards me. I am not getting that in my hair. I refuse.

"Jubilee? WHAT is going on here?" I ask, my voice strangely high-pitched, and then a ball of chocolate hits me square in the face. "Please say you have a shower!" I yell as I grab more chocolate and throw it at the perpetrator, who turned out to be Lupa.

Why am I not surprised?

I can't stop laughing and I feel just like at my class party in Kindergarten when everything was awesome. Oof, Luminescence. Did you really just reference the Lego Movie? Great job. I can see Hawthorne looking covered in chocolate and kind of awkward so I walk over. "It's easier just to go with it," I advise, giggling.

"D'you want to form an alliance, by the way? I know alliances are never allowed in tag, but it isn't tag so I think it's okay…" I trail off, blushing under the chocolate on my face.

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Apparently there is more than just dancing at a ball. All of the CBers, including me, are now attacking each other with chocolate. I don't even care that my dress is getting stained, and when have I ever gotten to say that my hair is full of chocolate? Well, now I have.

I come out from the bathroom to see an amazing chocolate fight. Grabbing a fistful of flourless cake, I dunk it in chocolate and caramel, the throw it at Raining Rainbows, her back is turned. "Ha!" I call out. I dunk a mochi in caramel, and pop it in my mouth. Mmm, pretty good! Pretty soon, a chunk of cake flies at me. I duck, letting the cake smash into the fountain. Grabbing two cups of melted chocolate, I run around and dump chocolate on everyone's heads! I see QueenOfWolves with chocolate war marks, she must be the one who started it. Just then, I get a face full of cake, so I run to the bathroom to clean my glasses. This is a great night, but I fear we'll have to clean up soon before anything else can happen.

Ugh, I'm so late. It's been a busy week for me, and I have sadly neglected the Chatterbox. But I'm back at last, and what better way for me to celebrate than to attend a party? I walk up to Sirfire — no, not Sirefire— Jubilee's lovely estate. It looks peaceful and lovely, with some beautiful looking gardens in the back. I expect to enjoy a nice evening with the other CBers, talking, eating, listening to music from the impromptu band. But, instead, I walk into a scene of delicious chaos. People are throwing chocolate, strawberries, and who knows what else at each other. I have always stayed away from threads of this sort. Wars, even silly little ones like a hay war, don't appeal much to me. But now I have walked into a. . . chocolate battle? And there is no backing out.

I carefully set my pretzels and dip onto the table, then think better of it. I pull a pretzel out of the bag, and wait for it to enlarge itself. Sure enough, I am soon armed with a (beautiful) pretzel sword. The bowl containing my vegan cookie dough grows into a shield to protect me from the onslaught. I am prepared.

Then, I glance around. How am I the only person with a sword? Everyone else is throwing food in an awfully unorganized way. Nothing like an organized duel, beginning with a few civilized knights saying en garde. And I am NOT going to attempt to throw chocolate. My aim is already bad enough without trying to throw a sticky, liquidy dessert. Ugh.

I'm shrieking in laughter. Suddenly I notice PygmyOwl wielding a giant pretzel sword. I sneak over to her and whisper, "Hey. Wanna team up?" She jumps, then nods. "Perfect!" I say. I grab a chocolate pie and murmur, "I'll take the left side. You tackle the right," and creep over to my assigned wall of the ballroom.