I've been reading through the old threads, and here's a few thoughts:

– In CB city II, one of the admins requested a castle for the admins, and the general consenus was that Admin HQ was a castle, made of all kinds of materials from various threads like RPs and solo writes that were running at the time. Perhaps Admin HQ is a castle here as well, to honor the older thread and the Admins?

– The City seems to be divided into 6 sections, one for each section of CB, and it seems that HQ was roughly in the center. There also seemed to be bits of the City which didn't strictly adhere to any specific section, so it seems like the inner bits of the City would be a miscellanenous area. I can't spell micelaneous right but it's the middle of the night so cut me some slack.

– In CB city I and II (I'm still reading through II while typing this), there are little dragonflies called Wi-Fi Dragonflies (in I) or Wi-Flies (in II) which carry messages from the admins and submit posts to CB. They also ask for your CAPTCHA, and you then have you ask your CAPTCHA for the CAPTCHA and repeat the CAPTCHA to the Wi-Fly. I think they're a fun idea that we should keep around, if nobody is opposed.

– The CAPTCHAs could also speak in little five letter (well, back then CAPTCHAs were four letters) words that they could string together into sentences. Might be handy if there was an urgent message that would need to be delivered… but it would be in CAPTCHA speak…

– In older thread, there's a large library in the center of the city. Libraries are awesome. I am of the opinion that there should be a library in CB City III (Technically it's the fifth CB City, so I'll be calling it CB City III/V for the rest of this post to avoid confusion with other CB cities)

– There was also the Orb of Creativity, which was already referenced in the original post. (It had a longer name that was something like seven words long but I can't remember it. If anyone wants to dig through for it, pangolin posted the link to all the past threads in the first page, and the name is used in CB City I)

– Every now and then, pies were used as weapons. Because yes.

– We can also make any new traditions we want, or not use any old ones, because we are the CBers of the present and the people from the old CB Cities were CBers of the past. CB is our domain.

I didn't ever finish CB City III (the first third one), I got about 5 pages deep and there seemed to be no new things we might want to use popping up, and it was 12:00 and I'm tired. If anybody else wants to dig through it they can. Gonna sleep now. Scuttles out.

Snorkle says <capio>

Good idea Scuttles! 1.A castle it is then, it's always better than a tent of some sort. 

I'm sure a admin tent wasn't what we were thinking for this RP.

2. Wi-flies are cool. Why not?

3. Yes, libraries are awesome. Let's install one, shall we?

They are also a fire hazard, just so you know.

Whatever.

~Zealatom~ 

The thumping has finally stopped now, a optimistic change. What hasn't is all the angry squeaking around us. Thank goodness I closed all windows before leaving the living room. With no more fear of sudden collisons, I scramble out of my corner and out of Terra's room with both AEs following.

Throwing open the door to the dining room, I pounce on the huge yin yang carving inlaid into the northern wall. It buzzes at my touch. Trying to ignore loud sqeaking coming through kitchen venting, I press the carving inward to the wall. It shifts with a click and rebounds outwards, swiveling 90 degrees downwards to my level. A panel on its face slides open.

reset roomconfig?

"Yes, yes!" I mutter, tapping it quickly.

configreset: FLS?mode?

"Yes!"  I continue tapping the screen as Terra brandishes a frying pan at one of the windows. "Hurry up! You know what is happening now!"

configreset activate. FLS?mode? confirmed. Resetting… 

There is a loud hiss and rumble from the whole house, whose walls start folding and moving around us, reorganizing into a galley, deck, masts and sailor quarters. The dining room lifts up with a jerk along with a grinding puff of steam. A moment later, I am standing on ___'s origanal form: A steampunk flagship. Despite our rapid incline downwards, ___ sounds his foghorn loudly in celebration of his return. Cucumber snakes scatter at the sound of it, but only temporarily. They return in swarms, foucusing thankfully on Lindel and Terra instead of me.

Lindel and Terra soon find themseves surrounded on the newly un-roofed deck. "It's over now Zoodles!" Lindel wields a kitchen knife dangerously. "I have the high ground!"

"They do, Lindel." Terra corrects, waving his trusty frying pan. "Let's hope we can dish enough of them off before we crash into Cricket district."

I surely hope so. While the stand-off continues, I turn my attention to piloting __. Without translators up or HUD connection just yet, we find each other at a loss. The yin yang, now functioning as a steering wheel, spins wildly. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, so I try: "Ok. I think you have a better idea of where we are right now than us. I'll call out altitude and heading. You do your best to keep us flying, k?"

The steering wheel switches a direction to spin in. I take that as a yes. "Ok. We're at 8500 currently, dropping to 400. Heading is 5 degrees East. Wind-" I am interrupted by the clanging of Terra's pan as it impacts into rouge snakes. They squeak furiously, more surging at him.

"Looks like you have some trouble." A voice calls out to the side. Turning, I see a flapping pair of black and white moth wings. They are attached to a girl with bright white hair and antennae.

"Scuttles!" I start, then catch myself. We actually haven't talked much before. But times call for action, so I begin once again, smiling as best I can. "Beautiful day isn't it? Cloudy with a chance of Zoodles… I do seem to have just flown into a fog of them though."

Scuttles cocks their head, keeping level with us as __'s fast descent continues. "Need any help? Your engines are failing."

I open my mouth to explain the energy boosters were a failsafe, preivously intended to control ___'s direction before I realized he was a entity, but stop. "Well… can you talk to these Zoodles? They don't want to listen to us." There is another burst of banging as Terra flings some Zoodles off board. Scuttles shakes their head. "Can't do. They aren't normal ones."

"Ah." I should have guessed. "Thanks though. Could you tell me where we are now? I can't see through the clouds yet." 

Toot.

There is a loud blast from ___'s horn. The wheel wrenches out of my hands, spinning until it starts clattering by the center. That means something, I know. But what? I grab the lever to rudder to peform a control check.

The rudder is stuck.

"Oh dear." I groan as clouds suddenly part, revealing the towering spires of Admin HQ. The altimeter reads: 1560. Half a minute away from impact.

What was guideline number 56?

Crashing flying boats into Admin Headquarters is not perrmitted. Rule-breakers shall be dealt with most seriously.

I wrestle with the rudder and hope for a wonder to occur.

If there is none, at least ___ will go down in CB history as the most-wittnessed, greatest air-based, and first Zoodle-induced shipwreck in years.

Name: Darkvine, my nickname's Viney.

Pronouns: she/her

Personality: basically the only non-evil Slytherin known to exist at the moment. AKA sly, ambitious, determined, intelligent. Also sassy, sarcastic, introverted but seems extroverted.

Appearance: long black hair with neon green streaks and shiny black horns, neon green eyes that have slitted pupils when scared, angry, or in bright light. Usually wears a dark gray cloak and green t-shirt/shorts. Sweatpants if it's cold. I also have claws, and four toes/fingers instead of five.

Skills or powers: I can see heat signatures, and control/summon plants.

An item you always have: my Stygian iron dagger with an emerald on the hilt.

Where you live: I'm usually at the Lost City of Night, but I'm at Zoodle Base a lot.

Other: I started all the zoodle stuff. I'm not sorry, anti-zoodlers! 😀

–

I study the map in the Planning Room, my zoodle companion, Roople, curled around my shoulders.

I glance at Roople. "Should I put four or five guards at the tunnel?" I ask.

Roople squeaks, the yellow flower thingie on his tail twitching.

"five it is, then." I say, drawing five green circles on the digital map.

my CAPTCHA, Pouty, drops through the skylight and lands with a thud on the table, startling me. 

Pouty folded their speckled wings. "Deehh zoobl aawee eeenn postn!"

I decipher the words as best I could. "Okay. Can you go ask Wyvern to spy on the anti-zoodlers?"

"yoocn count onmee!" Pouty says, running out of the room.

Name: th3mysticw0lf (hanahaki / hana)

Pronouns: they/she 

Personality: typically pretty chill although i can snap at some times; i can be aggressive but most of the time im a cute anime girl lol 

Appearance: porcelain doll (porcelain skin + red eyes + long white hair that reaches my back + typically some kinda gothic stuff) 

Skills or powers: coughs dramatically || i can manipulate shadows with skill and ease (summon them, manipulate them, etc) i can teleport to three specific places (one is my spawn, the pond near the sakura tree in the Plane of Existence, one is a set place, and the last is a secret) 

An item you always have: my gothic soul umbrella! it allows me to take the souls of others (: [for the purposes of this itll be npcs lol.] 

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: the Plane of Existence, a plane only accessible by me, although it bleeds into the real world in form of a haunted gothic mansion. 

(optional, maybe a reference during RPing)

Other: boop 

I hope I didn't move the plot too far along?

pangolin’s pov~

In any other city, I would just ignore the frenzied shouts and go back to bed, but this is the Chatterbox City, and people here don’t just scream for no reason. So, there’s either an anguished writer stuck writing a scene, or somebody’s in serious trouble. It’s late enough in the morning anyway, so with a sigh I throw back the sheets and peer out my second story window. There’s a couple of people out on the street, standing in small clusters, pointing and gaping at something in the sky. Zealatom’s airship, I realize, surrounded by an odd green haze, flying quite low to the ground. Wait, no, not flying — crashing. 

I push away from the window and run up the stairs. “Barnacle! Mirage! Rooftop, now!” I yell, rousing my AEs from their sleep. Barnacle’s bedroom door opens and he stumbles out, rubbing his eyes groggily. 

“pangoliiiiin,” he whines. 

Mirage walks out of her room, in the process of tugging on a red plaid shirt for warmth. “What’s going on?” she asks. 

I jump up and catch the rope that hangs from the trapdoor on the ceiling. I tug down on the rope and a wooden ladder folds down to touch the ornate carpet. “No time to explain,” I tell Mirage as I climb up the ladder and onto the roof. 

The airship is heading right for Admin HQ, but it has to pass over our part of the city first. On the street below, more people have collected, shouting and screaming and staring at the ship. Now that we’re closer, I can see that the green haze surrounding the ship is in fact swarms of zoodles, writhing and hissing. 

Mirage and I exchange a worried glance: this is not normal zoodle behavior. 

“HEY!” Barnacle yells at the zoodles. Several of them turn to face him, and he catches them. 

“Barnacle, be careful! They’re still zoodles, even if something has caused them to act this way. Don’t hurt them,” Mirage says gently. 

I examine the zoodle Barnacle has in his hands. It’s struggling to break free of his grasp, but as it squirms, I catch a glimpse of metal, glinting in the sunlight. There’s a tiny metal chip, stuck to the zoodle’s head. 

“Barnacle, do you know what this means?” I ask, staring at my AE. 

“Yeah, the zoodles decided to pick up some fancy hats on their way to attack Zealatom’s ship.” 

“It must be some sort of mind-control device,” Mirage puts in. “Even if it isn’t directly brainwashing the zoodles, it might be confusing them enough so they can’t tell friend from foe, or right from wrong…” 

“Exactly,”I say, nodding. “Now, if I can just turn this thing off…” Barnacle holds the zoodle steady, and I reach forward, careful not to let the zoodle bite me, and press the metal chip gently. 

The zoodle falls limp in Barnacle’s hands, but I can tell by the soft breathing that it’s still alive, if unconscious. 

“Mirage, wake up Lore, and then you guys can bring this zoodle to the hospital wing at the Zoodle Base. Barnacle, you stay here with Koi — do all you can to help Zealatom. I’m going to check in with Darkvine and see if we can figure out who tampered with the zoodles.”

"AAGH!" I throw my pillow at the window. Stopping the banging. I get up, grumbling. My ears going back. Strawberry is pressed up againts the window. A Zoodle with pink tutu on. "Oh boy" I sigh. Opening the window, she crawls in, flopping on to the floor. "Why didn't you just go in the front door?!"

"It was locked."

"So…did you knock? Kam should have let you in."

"She said it was to early."

"Ugh. Kam…Wait. You have a key!"

"I do?"

I face palm, picking her up of the floor. I pinch her cheeks, shaking my head. Pulling on a red hoodie, we head down stairs. Kamryn is upsidedown on the couch, Nevermore sitting ontop of the TV. "KAMRYN!" I growled. The red head looked up and rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you let Strawberry in?!"

"Didn't want to."

"Ugh..Kam. When Rin gets here. You will be on monster duty.". She grimiced, getting up. I turned back to Strawberry. "Now. What did you need?"

"I ran out of milk.."

I facepalmed…again. 

I will post soon

Name:lunaria"Luna " silvermoon 

Pronouns:she/her

Personality: quirky and reckless

Appearance: blue eyes blue hair,do what you will with this

Powers:witchcraft,

Skills:strategy 

Item:nightly my talking cloak, 

CB:east of PP and north of IW.you will find a small blue cottage, but inside there are.infinite rooms

Other:AEs coming later!

ONE MORE AE!

Name:Rin!!!

Pronouns:….She/her.

Personality:Wild child, litrally the most destructive and chaotic person in the world, often times very loud.

Appearance:Messy brown hair, slightly tanned skin, green eyes and many band aids.

Skills or powers:She has the power to be annoying and feral.

An item you always have:She always had band aids.

Where you live<In the CB city, or just what your house is>: She looks like she lives in the woods, but she really lives with Lore. But she's staying with Reuby and Kam.

(optional, maybe a reference during RPing)

Other:Rawr

Nevermind Pangolin! This plotline is turning out to be more intresting than I expected it to be.

Zealatom~

"Come on, come on…" I narrow my eyes at the stubborn rudder, reconsidering all options. Swerving is impossible, easy to see. That means we either stop before HQ or manage to regain altitude. The latter is not very promising, considering our 'slow' airspeed. __ should have already thought this through however. I remember how he started braking since the start of the ambush.

"Right." I let go of the rudder. "You keep braking. The emergency brakes won't be enough for our momentum however, need some help?"

A steamy whistle.

"Got it." Dodging a tidal wave of angry zoodles, I weave over to port. One look over the railings tell me these 5 things.

1. The rudder is very stuck, as the half-ton of zoodles hanging onto it are very eager to report.

2. This is not the type of place to anchor down. ___'s keel is already scraping over tall houses below as we continue careening forwards. People are watching. And screaming. And tussling with zoodles that have fallen off ___.

3. Scuttles has been nearly bitten to death by more ambushing zoodles. They can't help much.

4. Barnacle,(Pangolin's AE) and Koi are trying to get my attention. They're standing on the rooftop of their house.

5. There is also this very agitated Wi-fly that keeps buzzing at me alarmingly.

I glance at the Wi-fly. "Sorry in advance for all this, but I'd rather not crash into the castle." The Wi-fly starts to glow red, buzzing even louder. It isn't very happy.

I close my eyes. "Apologies! Everyone down there! Look out!" 

There is a terrible crash, followed by grinding and cracking as ___'s three-ton steel anchor releases to crash into the asphalt below. It starts to drag, failing to catch. I vagely notice our balance tipping to port as gravity takes over. "Terra, Lindel! Drop weapons and brace!"

My AE's listen to me, for once. Doing my best to ignore all the angry zoodles, I rush over to wrap my arms around the main mast as master warning rings at the control room. It's my only lifeline on the open deck now.

Before the massive boom, I catch the classic sound of "Too low! Terrain! Too low-"

Crack.

A shudder courses through ___, setting my teeth on edge. What follows next is the groaning of woodwork on stone pavement, agitations, and finally, 8 minutes after attack…silence.

__ has come to a halt, mizzenmast protruding, smack middle in the city square with only 100 meters to spare from crashing into HQ.

Even the zoodles are gobsmacked.

I peel myself off the center mast, shaking my numb arms. The danger is far from over, I know. Rouge zoodles won't go away until we tell them to. No more nice guy for now. As for __, he can wait for just a moment longer. 

"Right!" I wave my right hand. H,M and S snap out of my dimensional pocket, shining brightly. They levitate and spin, surrounding me with blades pointed outwards. A whistling sound grows as the RPM picks up.

"Let's see how you zoodles cope with some fair 1V1000000, on the ground. Lindel, Terra, get up. This is getting personal."

I flick my tail. The three swords shoot forwards in 3 gleams of silver light, heading straight for the angry zoodles who rise hissing, surprised.

"Never seen swordcasting before, have you?" I glare, turning my wrist. H, the shortest sword, stops in mid-air as though held in place by a pin. M and S dart to each side of the rouge zoodle swarm, completing the surrounding. "Cause this is the one time you're ever going to."

The zoodles are surprised, but not intimidated. More slither up behind us, squeaking loudly. Lindel nudges me. "Zeal, maybe we should-"

"Oh no they don't." I growl. A beautiful day starts with a beautiful morning, and it was one that just got ruined. "I've had quite enough of this." I maximize the control range of my power, scanning lower decks.

There it is. I raise my hand.

24 glittering daggers burst out from behind the galley door, fanning out over the zoodles dangerously. Just play some good old Megalomania now, and the scene would be perfect. How unfortunate that I can't reach the stereo now.

Instead, I grin at the zoodles.

"It's a beautiful day in the CB…"

Suki's POV

~~~~~~~~~~~
I wake up to the sound of angry zoodles squeaking. Looking out the window, I notice an aircraft being draagged out of the air by zoodles. It looks like Zealatom's. This isn't right. Zealatom should be neutral. I should find Scuttles. Scuttles might know what's going on, being a pro-zoodler and all. Suddenly a zoodle crashes through my window, squeaking nervously. It seems it's being attacked by another zoodle. I recognize the zoodle being attacked. It looks like Alfreda, Avara's zoodle. Something is definitely wrong here. The attacking zoodle has something stuck to the top of it's head. When I pull it off, the zoodle squeaks and goes limp. It's still breathing, so I don't think it's dead. Now to examine the computer chip on it's head.