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CHIRPER

⏵ CHIRPER ⏴Welcome to our bi-monthly CHIRPER post!

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Characters receive a notification to please fill out the form, which is fully optional.
When forms are not filled out, they are filled out by the companion bots of Etraya! This means that while the character themself is not choosing to play with CHIRPER, their player still can.
Other characters can be prompted to fill out their friends' profiles for them.
Alternatively, they choose not to fill out the form, and it remains unfilled!

This is just a fun little way of expanding CR. For those who do post a top level, CHIRPER toplevels are worth five extra points regardless of if they are put up willingly by the character themselves. These five extra points do apply to the 25 maximum per month.

Once characters' profiles are up, other characters will be given the option of giving them a "like" or a "dislike" (using ✓ and ✕ symbols in the subject line of the comment) but they can also provide an answer as to why they gave that answer! Or just respond to the contents of their profile, +1ing the fact that if Barnabas were to get laid more often, maybe he would be less of a sourpuss.

AURORA

NAME ▷	Aurora
AGE ▷	2
STAR SIGN ▷	Aquarius
STATUS ▷	x
INTERESTS ▷	Reading, walking, construction.

Hello. My name is Aurora. My duty is to oversee your comfort and the daily workings of Etraya, as well as provide information for upcoming missions.

Please let me know if you have any questions.

✓ ✕

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Today. Today it is exactly one glass, CONNOR

[Gotta be contrary.]

I will monitor your Blood Alcohol Content.

oh no no no. You will not. I’ve got a special mission for you

What is the special mission, Hank?

[Connor has a sneaking suspicion that it's 'fuck off.']

Sumo ain’t gonna walk himself

[Oh that's much more mild and much less sad.]

I'll do that right away.

[And off he goes! Enjoy the empty house!]

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[Damn, that was easy.]

Bring me back

A scone. Yeah, a scone

Real special mission

A scone.

You heard me. Or saw me. Whatever

You got something against scones, Connor?

They're not usually served with whiskey.

And?

You questioning my tastes, Connor??

[It was the first thing that came to mind.]

No. Of course not. Sumo and I will return in fifteen minutes with a scone.

You and Sumo will NOT return in fifteen minutes with a scone

[Connor is a bit confused now.]

Thirty minutes.

Try again there buddy

An hour.

[Hank was expecting forty-five minutes, so y’know what? Great.]

That’s more like it

Keep Sumo outta trouble

You too

Of course.

[And then an hour on the dot, Connor is nudging Sumo through the door after unlatching his lead. In Connor's other hand is a plain scone, with a couple optional sauces, sweet and savory, on the side.]

[The front room is perhaps ominously devoid of Hank. There is, however, a whiskey bottle on the table.

Hank evidently had quite a tall glass of whiskey.

The man himself is laying in the hallway leading to the bedroom.]

[Connor allows Sumo to go settle in his bed as he follows the trail of alcohol to the hallway. He frowns and sets the scone on the table before moving to kneel beside Hank.]

Hank. Wake up.

I’m awake. Jesus.

[Blinking up at Connor as he lies on his back.]

Was just resting.

You're laying on the floor in the hallway. Do you need assistance to the bed?

Nah. You wanna know what I need?

[Hank raises his arm. Waves it vaguely.]

A scone.

[That's right. Connor is a dog-walking, scone-delivering android.]

Do you want it at the table? It could be messy.

Here is fine.

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