There are a few ways characters can interact with this:
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.
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Aquarius
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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.
[This particular meet-up is a wildcard, given that Shaw had checked her companion's profile and found nothing but a photo, a name, and a line in a language that she didn't even recognize, let alone read. For the sake of not being annoyed by this, she's choosing to mentally liken it to a chance encounter in a bar (fun, spontaneous) rather than a blind date (lame). Worst case scenario, they're completely incompatible but she still gets a good drink out of it.
She'll show up on time, where she'll take a seat at the bar and set her purse on the stool next to her to reserve it; when she sees Shadowheart enter, she lifts a hand to get her attention, then says as she approaches:]
One guy suggested meeting in twenty minutes. I'm glad another woman knows we need time to get ready.
[Shadowheart has never been on anything that could feasibly be called a date before, save the one she and Carver suffered through while pretending to be married. Sex, she's good at; the small talk and getting-to-know-you that sometimes precedes it, less so. In fact, she's not entirely sure what to expect.
She has, at least, refrained from wearing armour or bringing her spear.]
Time to feed the dog and cats, in my case.
[She gives Shaw an obvious look over as she sits down next to her, and she likes what she sees. But the real question will be whether Shaw is the type of person who will become overly clingy or kick up some sort of fuss – as unlikely as her profile made it seem, one can never be sure – and she'll need more than a look over to determine that.]
Tell me something about yourself. Apart from being bored and looking for drinks, that is.
[This comes perilously close to small talk in Shaw's mind, but to her credit, she does try. She leans back against the bar counter (casually putting her shoulders and upper arms on display in her sleeveless cocktail dress; she's not forgetting why she''s here), and tilts her head as she thinks.]
I like dogs.
[Shadowheart had mentioned them, so she may as well piggyback. It's relevant!]
[Before this proceeds any further, Shadowheart feels the need to order a glass of wine. The very next thing she does is stare, quite openly, at Shaw's exposed shoulders. As someone who finds muscles very attractive, it's a pleasant view. Her own physique – slighter and leaner than Shaw's – is largely hidden beneath a white and silver tunic that would be considered at least moderately fancy by Fearûnian standards. All she's got to show off is what she herself would describe as a pretty face.]
Everyone here does seem to love their guns. [At least now, thanks to John, she knows how they work.] I didn't even know what they were until I arrived here. That won't make us irreconcilable, I hope.
[Thus far, Shaw seems straightforward. Honest, at least in broad strokes. Not much of a talker, it seems, and not someone interested in speaking deeply about herself, otherwise she would have offered more than a couple bits of trivia. Proud enough of her physique to mention it up front and show it off now. A fighter, possibly, especially with the mention of a weapon. All-around, she has the air of a professional.]
Are you a soldier, then? Or a mercenary? [She raises an eyebrow.] I promise not to hold it against you if you're a bandit.
I've done a little banditry. Not too much, I promise.
[She flashes Shadowheart a sly grin and a quick wink, leaning back further so that she can reach her whiskey glass (ordered at the same time as Shadowheart ordered her wine). ]
I've been a lot of things, for a lot of people. Soldier is... the best all-encompassing term for it.
[Shadowheart raises her wine glass in a toast, returning Shaw's grin with a flirtatious little smile.]
To soldiers. A formidable profession, judging by the others I've met. And, unless those muscles of yours are purely for show, I've no doubt you're equally as formidable.
[She doesn't full-on flex - that's a bit much for her - but she does make sure to stay sitting in a way that keeps them on display. Not enough people appreciate muscles on women - even other women.]
So, uh... who are you? Besides someone who doesn't like bandits or putting information on profiles.
Someone who doesn't like sharing information in general.
[It's with some difficulty that Shadowheart manages to drag her eyes away from Shaw's arms and up to her face as she takes a long sip of wine. The face, truthfully, is as attractive as the arms.
What can she say about herself? All of my memories are gone because I was raised in a cult that erased them. Or, perhaps, I only escaped the cult because I was kidnapped by mind flayers who infected me with a parasitic tadpole designed to bend my mind to the whims of a different cult. No, she doesn't plan on sharing that.]
I'm from a city called Baldur's Gate. I'm half-elven, if you were wondering. [A short little gesture towards her pointed ears.] I'm a healer. And I'm afraid there's little enough to say beyond that.
[She's as bad at small talk as Shaw is, it seems - which isn't really something that Shaw is inclined to be judgmental about, given her own everything.]
I was a healer once.
[She says, tilting her head thoughtfully.]
I sucked at it. Then I was a soldier, and then I helped prevent crime with a boss who you'd get along well with; Finch doesn't like sharing information about himself, either.
[She laughs a soft, good-natured laugh at the fact that she's just implicitly called herself wise before taking a sip of wine. A small one; if this night goes as she hopes, she doesn't want her senses impaired.
Speaking of:]
We both know why we're here. So. What is it you're looking for in a paramour?
[While she is curious about Shaw and her world, she really does struggle with small talk. Best to jump ahead to the meat of the situation, she decides.]
Beyond the things I already listed out... straight-forwardness is a plus.
[In other words, she appreciates Shadowfire cutting to the chase.]
Confidence, experience, a sense of humor - and I'm not looking for commitment.
[That's the biggest one, really. She's not looking to break hearts or use anybody, and if someone is on the hunt for a soulmate, she's all too ready to rule herself out from the jump.]
Neither am I. This place doesn't lend itself to that sort of relationship. Why make a commitment to anyone when they could disappear tomorrow, never to be seen again.
[No one's ever accused Shadowheart of optimism.]
Confidence and experience I can offer. And as for humour...
[Thanks to a book she found in the library entitled Dad Jokes: That's How Eye Roll, she's got a few jokes to share. A lot of them are in reference to things she doesn't understand, but there are some that she considers extremely good.]
Why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
Ugh, no, I didn't mean bad jokes. This is gonna be a pun on screaming, right?
[Her words aside, though, it's clear she's not seriously bothered: her groan is a little too performative, and the disgusted face she makes a little too exaggerated.
A little more soberly, she adds:]
I've never slept with anyone who's half-elven before. Or, uh, anyone who's not human, actually. You'd be my first. That's not a problem for me, but is it a problem for you?
Of course not. It's far more sophisticated than that.
[It isn't. It's a pun on booze/boos.
As Shaw becomes more serious, Shadowheart glances at her curiously. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that her species would be worth remarking upon. Inter-species relations are common enough in her world, and humans and elves are so anatomically similar that there's not much to say. Not when it comes to a fling, in any case.]
Not at all. So long as you refrain from treating me as some sort of exotic conquest. I may have pointed ears and the ability to see in the dark, but I'm just a person, the same as you.
Yeah, I've gotten that from a couple people before, too. It's lame. And I know I'm gonna regret asking this, but - why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
[Shaw lets out another overdramatic groan, rubbing at her temples as if trying to ward off a headache. Not only is it a bad joke, it's a bad pun. Truly horrific.]
[It's a long time since Shadowheart's been kissed, and the warmth and softness of it tugs on something knotted tight in her chest, threatening to unravel it. She has to forcefully remind herself that she's looking for a fling, not a relationship, and she showed up here worried that Shaw would be the one to be sentimental and clingy.]
Careful, I might be inclined to say all sorts of things, if that's your method of getting me to stop.
[But she gallantly refrains from another terrible pun, and instead sets her glass down on the bar.]
[Shaw, for her part, is just pleased as punch that the move worked: less so because she genuinely wants to shut Shadowheart up, and more because she's quite enjoying the aftereffects herself. Her own recent entanglements are a bit of a minefield, honestly, but luckily for the both of them, she's an excellent compartmentalizer. Is she still mourning the loss of her dead almost-girlfriend? Absolutely. Does that bring the mood down for her in this particular moment? Not in the least.
She won't pull back until Shadowheart does, but at the suggestion that they head out, she stands readily, reaching for her coat.]
I've got a room in that apartment block across from the hospital, but, uh-- I bet your place is nicer.
The same, actually. I've been wintering there until the weather warms.
[She enjoys sleeping outdoors, she's found, and Scratch does too. But now that she's started adopting stray cats from Nova City, and they've gotten very comfortable with the warmth and comfort of indoors and soft furniture, she and Scratch may be staying put even when the weather improves.]
But I have got a dog at mine, if you'd like to meet him. [She hasn't forgotten that Shaw said she likes dogs.]
[Not all dogs are created equally, after all, even if (in Shaw's humble opinion) they're much more likely to be cool than people are. Another thought occurs to her as she's pulling on her jacket, though.]
He has another room he can go into when we have sex, doesn't he?
He's quite friendly. And not to worry, mine's got a door between the bedroom and the rest of the place, and Scratch will be perfectly alright sleeping on the couch tonight. I have no desire for an audience.
[She smirks.]
Though if we ever do this again, and you know an interested third party...
[She's only teasing. For now, at least, she's keen to keep this just the two of them.]
Already looking to divide your attention, huh? I'm gonna have to try like hell to keep up with these expectations.
[Shaw is also teasing... kind of. She does like a challenge, even if it's mostly self-imposed. As they walk out of the bar and onto the street, she's also not planning on behaving herself - without breaking her stride, she leans over and nips at Shadowheart's earlobe.]
[The nip at her ear comes as an unexpected surprise, and she startles before realising what Shaw's doing and laughing softly.]
Eager, I take it?
[She reaches for Shaw's hand, hoping to twine their fingers together and give her a little tug forward as she picks up her pace towards the apartment block.]
[Perhaps surprisingly, Shaw doesn't protest the hand-hold: she's a lot more relaxed about touch than one might assume from her typical demeanor, and she doesn't typically go out of her way to avoid it unless she has a specific reason to. She also has no qualms about letting herself get tugged along.]
You don't wanna know how long it's been since I got laid. I've been breaking a hell of a dry spell this week.
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She'll show up on time, where she'll take a seat at the bar and set her purse on the stool next to her to reserve it; when she sees Shadowheart enter, she lifts a hand to get her attention, then says as she approaches:]
One guy suggested meeting in twenty minutes. I'm glad another woman knows we need time to get ready.
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She has, at least, refrained from wearing armour or bringing her spear.]
Time to feed the dog and cats, in my case.
[She gives Shaw an obvious look over as she sits down next to her, and she likes what she sees. But the real question will be whether Shaw is the type of person who will become overly clingy or kick up some sort of fuss – as unlikely as her profile made it seem, one can never be sure – and she'll need more than a look over to determine that.]
Tell me something about yourself. Apart from being bored and looking for drinks, that is.
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I like dogs.
[Shadowheart had mentioned them, so she may as well piggyback. It's relevant!]
And I miss having the opportunity to use my gun.
[... Also relevant, even if she doesn't know it.]
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Everyone here does seem to love their guns. [At least now, thanks to John, she knows how they work.] I didn't even know what they were until I arrived here. That won't make us irreconcilable, I hope.
[Thus far, Shaw seems straightforward. Honest, at least in broad strokes. Not much of a talker, it seems, and not someone interested in speaking deeply about herself, otherwise she would have offered more than a couple bits of trivia. Proud enough of her physique to mention it up front and show it off now. A fighter, possibly, especially with the mention of a weapon. All-around, she has the air of a professional.]
Are you a soldier, then? Or a mercenary? [She raises an eyebrow.] I promise not to hold it against you if you're a bandit.
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[She flashes Shadowheart a sly grin and a quick wink, leaning back further so that she can reach her whiskey glass (ordered at the same time as Shadowheart ordered her wine). ]
I've been a lot of things, for a lot of people. Soldier is... the best all-encompassing term for it.
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To soldiers. A formidable profession, judging by the others I've met. And, unless those muscles of yours are purely for show, I've no doubt you're equally as formidable.
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[She doesn't full-on flex - that's a bit much for her - but she does make sure to stay sitting in a way that keeps them on display. Not enough people appreciate muscles on women - even other women.]
So, uh... who are you? Besides someone who doesn't like bandits or putting information on profiles.
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[It's with some difficulty that Shadowheart manages to drag her eyes away from Shaw's arms and up to her face as she takes a long sip of wine. The face, truthfully, is as attractive as the arms.
What can she say about herself? All of my memories are gone because I was raised in a cult that erased them. Or, perhaps, I only escaped the cult because I was kidnapped by mind flayers who infected me with a parasitic tadpole designed to bend my mind to the whims of a different cult. No, she doesn't plan on sharing that.]
I'm from a city called Baldur's Gate. I'm half-elven, if you were wondering. [A short little gesture towards her pointed ears.] I'm a healer. And I'm afraid there's little enough to say beyond that.
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I was a healer once.
[She says, tilting her head thoughtfully.]
I sucked at it. Then I was a soldier, and then I helped prevent crime with a boss who you'd get along well with; Finch doesn't like sharing information about himself, either.
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[She laughs a soft, good-natured laugh at the fact that she's just implicitly called herself wise before taking a sip of wine. A small one; if this night goes as she hopes, she doesn't want her senses impaired.
Speaking of:]
We both know why we're here. So. What is it you're looking for in a paramour?
[While she is curious about Shaw and her world, she really does struggle with small talk. Best to jump ahead to the meat of the situation, she decides.]
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[In other words, she appreciates Shadowfire cutting to the chase.]
Confidence, experience, a sense of humor - and I'm not looking for commitment.
[That's the biggest one, really. She's not looking to break hearts or use anybody, and if someone is on the hunt for a soulmate, she's all too ready to rule herself out from the jump.]
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[No one's ever accused Shadowheart of optimism.]
Confidence and experience I can offer. And as for humour...
[Thanks to a book she found in the library entitled Dad Jokes: That's How Eye Roll, she's got a few jokes to share. A lot of them are in reference to things she doesn't understand, but there are some that she considers extremely good.]
Why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
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[Her words aside, though, it's clear she's not seriously bothered: her groan is a little too performative, and the disgusted face she makes a little too exaggerated.
A little more soberly, she adds:]
I've never slept with anyone who's half-elven before. Or, uh, anyone who's not human, actually. You'd be my first. That's not a problem for me, but is it a problem for you?
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[It isn't. It's a pun on booze/boos.
As Shaw becomes more serious, Shadowheart glances at her curiously. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that her species would be worth remarking upon. Inter-species relations are common enough in her world, and humans and elves are so anatomically similar that there's not much to say. Not when it comes to a fling, in any case.]
Not at all. So long as you refrain from treating me as some sort of exotic conquest. I may have pointed ears and the ability to see in the dark, but I'm just a person, the same as you.
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Yeah, I've gotten that from a couple people before, too. It's lame. And I know I'm gonna regret asking this, but - why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
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[She chuckles, earnestly delighted by her own joke.]
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I'm doing this to keep you from telling more.
[She says, before leaning in for a kiss.]
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Careful, I might be inclined to say all sorts of things, if that's your method of getting me to stop.
[But she gallantly refrains from another terrible pun, and instead sets her glass down on the bar.]
Shall we take this elsewhere?
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She won't pull back until Shadowheart does, but at the suggestion that they head out, she stands readily, reaching for her coat.]
I've got a room in that apartment block across from the hospital, but, uh-- I bet your place is nicer.
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[She enjoys sleeping outdoors, she's found, and Scratch does too. But now that she's started adopting stray cats from Nova City, and they've gotten very comfortable with the warmth and comfort of indoors and soft furniture, she and Scratch may be staying put even when the weather improves.]
But I have got a dog at mine, if you'd like to meet him. [She hasn't forgotten that Shaw said she likes dogs.]
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[Not all dogs are created equally, after all, even if (in Shaw's humble opinion) they're much more likely to be cool than people are. Another thought occurs to her as she's pulling on her jacket, though.]
He has another room he can go into when we have sex, doesn't he?
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[She smirks.]
Though if we ever do this again, and you know an interested third party...
[She's only teasing. For now, at least, she's keen to keep this just the two of them.]
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[Shaw is also teasing... kind of. She does like a challenge, even if it's mostly self-imposed. As they walk out of the bar and onto the street, she's also not planning on behaving herself - without breaking her stride, she leans over and nips at Shadowheart's earlobe.]
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Eager, I take it?
[She reaches for Shaw's hand, hoping to twine their fingers together and give her a little tug forward as she picks up her pace towards the apartment block.]
Truth be told, so am I.
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You don't wanna know how long it's been since I got laid. I've been breaking a hell of a dry spell this week.
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mild nsfw
and probably getting worse from here lmao
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