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.
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.
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.
[Shadowheart almost, almost, opens her mouth with some sort of double entendre about water bottles and wetness, but she's spared from her own verbal clumsiness by Shaw shoving her into the wall. Their lips crash together as Shadowheart reaches one hand up to cup the back of Shaw's head and slips the other around Shaw's waist, holding the other woman tightly against her. Her kiss is hungry, but her hands are gentle, betraying her desire for tenderness.
And then the elevator dings and the doors slide open, and Shadowheart groans in disappointment against Shaw's lips.]
I suppose this would be more comfortable in my room. Shall we?
[Shaw is clearly distracted, stopping from doing anything too untoward while they're still technically in public (there's no one around, sure, but she assumes that Shadowheart still doesn't want to lose her shirt just yet), but nevertheless skirting around the edge of impropriety: running her hands along Shadowheart's waist, fingers ducking a half-inch or so under the hem of her shirt in search of skin.
She'll let herself be tugged in whatever direction they're headed next.]
[Shadowheart pulls Shaw along and opens her door, and is immediately greeted by the wagging tail and soft barks of a large white dog, who starts sniffing curiously around the newcomer. The skinny black cat that had been sleeping on the back of the sofa blinks awake, and an orange kitten pokes its head out of the cardboard box it had been playing in.
She bends down to scratch the dog's ears.]
I'm back, Scratch. But you're going to have entertain yourself for a while longer.
Shaw, thirsty motherfucker that she is, had attached her lips to the side of Shadowheart's neck the literal second that they were through the apartment door - but she pulls back briefly to offer a hand to Scratch, rubbing his ears. Sorry, Shadowheart; she'll get back to you as soon as she's done making friends.]
[Scratch, absolutely thrilled to have a new friend, sits himself down in front of Shaw with his tongue lolling out and his tail thumping against the floor.
Shadowheart, meanwhile, kicks off her shoes before opening the bedroom door and tossing a sheet over the large mouse cage that she keeps on a table in there. It's only a mouse, but it would feel odd to have it watching, and she can hardly put the cage out in the front room with the cats.
Standing in the bedroom doorway, her back to Shaw, she pulls her shirt up and off and tosses it aside.]
[Shaw murmurs a quiet Bye to Scratch, giving him a final pat before she turns to follow Shadowheart, stepping over the discarded shirt as she goes.]
Do me a favor.
[She says, tugging off her own shirt with one hand and running the other over Shadowheart's bare back. Her own sports bra should come next, but maybe she'll leave that for Shadowheart to take care of.]
[As Shaw's fingertips run across her back, Shadowheart allows her eyes to flutter shut while she momentarily luxuriates in the touch.]
Easily done.
[Her eyes open again as she turns and reaches behind Shaw to shut the bedroom door. And then, in one quick motion, she wraps one arm around Shaw's waist, whirls her around, and shoves her backwards onto the bed.]
[Hell yeah, that's what she's talking about. Shaw won't go whole hog into fighting back - not during her first time with someone new, not when she doesn't want to accidentally communicate genuine resistance, and not before determining whether or not Shadowheart is actually into fighty push-and-pull sex herself - but there's still a lot of leeway between the two extremes of "very rough" and "very gentle". She grins viciously, and as her back hits the mattress, she reaches up to grab hold of Shadowheart's shoulder, pulling her right down with her.]
[What Shadowheart is into is nearly as unknown to her as it is to Shaw. So many of her memories have been stolen from her that she has only a jumbled mess of half-formed impressions left. Teeth on her throat; did they scrape, or merely tease? Fingers in her hair; did they tug, or caress? Her hand on a hip; did she leave bruises? She remembers the heat of breath on her skin and someone's taste on her tongue, but she could search her memory for years, she knows, and never find eyes, or faces, or names. There was someone, she thinks, with purple skin and gentle hands...
She tumbles down on top of Shaw with a breathy laugh.]
You're still wearing far too many clothes.
[Shaw may not want Shadowheart to go easy on her, but she said nothing about her clothes, and Shadowheart doesn't want to rip them. So she's eager, but careful, as she runs her hands up Shaw's sides, slips her fingers beneath Shaw's bra, and tugs the garment upwards.]
[As basic as most of her underwear is, Shaw does take good care of it whenever possible, so the lack of ripping is appreciated. And since Shadowheart also still has some clothing on...]
Race you.
[She suggests, before zipping her hands down to make short work of Shadowheart's pants.]
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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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[Hm. She perhaps should have workshopped that in her head a bit longer before saying it aloud.
She laughs it off as they arrive at the door of the apartment building and she tugs Shaw inside, towards the elevator.]
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[This judgement isn't going to stop Shaw from shoving her up against the elevator wall, mind. Making out is what elevators are for.]
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And then the elevator dings and the doors slide open, and Shadowheart groans in disappointment against Shaw's lips.]
I suppose this would be more comfortable in my room. Shall we?
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[Shaw is clearly distracted, stopping from doing anything too untoward while they're still technically in public (there's no one around, sure, but she assumes that Shadowheart still doesn't want to lose her shirt just yet), but nevertheless skirting around the edge of impropriety: running her hands along Shadowheart's waist, fingers ducking a half-inch or so under the hem of her shirt in search of skin.
She'll let herself be tugged in whatever direction they're headed next.]
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She bends down to scratch the dog's ears.]
I'm back, Scratch. But you're going to have entertain yourself for a while longer.
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Shaw, thirsty motherfucker that she is, had attached her lips to the side of Shadowheart's neck the literal second that they were through the apartment door - but she pulls back briefly to offer a hand to Scratch, rubbing his ears. Sorry, Shadowheart; she'll get back to you as soon as she's done making friends.]
mild nsfw
Shadowheart, meanwhile, kicks off her shoes before opening the bedroom door and tossing a sheet over the large mouse cage that she keeps on a table in there. It's only a mouse, but it would feel odd to have it watching, and she can hardly put the cage out in the front room with the cats.
Standing in the bedroom doorway, her back to Shaw, she pulls her shirt up and off and tosses it aside.]
Come join me when you're done in there.
and probably getting worse from here lmao
Do me a favor.
[She says, tugging off her own shirt with one hand and running the other over Shadowheart's bare back. Her own sports bra should come next, but maybe she'll leave that for Shadowheart to take care of.]
Don't feel like you have to go easy on me.
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Easily done.
[Her eyes open again as she turns and reaches behind Shaw to shut the bedroom door. And then, in one quick motion, she wraps one arm around Shaw's waist, whirls her around, and shoves her backwards onto the bed.]
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She tumbles down on top of Shaw with a breathy laugh.]
You're still wearing far too many clothes.
[Shaw may not want Shadowheart to go easy on her, but she said nothing about her clothes, and Shadowheart doesn't want to rip them. So she's eager, but careful, as she runs her hands up Shaw's sides, slips her fingers beneath Shaw's bra, and tugs the garment upwards.]
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Race you.
[She suggests, before zipping her hands down to make short work of Shadowheart's pants.]