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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Shetland Sheepdog, as I am a fast learner and a natural protector.
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.
[ Henry feels the same kind of stumped in how to reply. His eyes roll up and he stares at the ceiling. An idea of saying: "That's nice." Sounds sarcastic to him. He doesn't mean for it to, however. Maybe he'll understand that it's a nice statement. It's nice when someone doesn't lose years; he certainly thinks he should be more concerned that he's in his twenties and years just have passed without him paying attention.
Actually, when is his birthday? Hm. ... uh oh. No, he's NOT going to dissociate and wonder why he can't remember these things. It's fine, actually. Much like worrying about when he bought his shoes and if they are even his shoes. No, there's no reason to go down that rabbit hole. ]
You're the head wizard of the library, right?
[ If you can't think of how to respond to something or responding further to what you do or don't remember might make things more awkward, the best thing to do is just change topics. ]
[ This is an utterly baffling conversation. Harold is once again astounded. It's a complete non sequitor, and he has to really search his memory to remember what was to him a brief incident in a magic library. ]
By no means. I'm not a wizard and I'm not head of anything. The library did come from my home world, however.
[ Yeah -- he feels like he made a social faux pas. He should probably just end the conversation as to not bother Harold anymore.
No, no -- he wants to try to keep talking to people and trying to connect with them. If he immediately tries to leave as soon as he feels he's made a mistake, he's never going to get anywhere. ]
[ It's not offensive, just bewildering. It makes Harold curious about his story, and he feels the now-routine annoyance that he can't look up his whole life story illegally on the internet to get his answers. ]
You're more than welcome. The library is a public space. Just return anything you take out, please.
[ Ah, right. Heather said that Harold might be able to help him. ]
I'm trying to find a hobby. Do you have any suggestions?
[ Normally, he would just buy VHS of whatever hobby he was curious about and watch it, but never actually participate in the hobby itself. He realizes that is an odd thing to do, but -- well, he doesn't have a but to add. He bought car magazines without owning a car or having a deep interest in cars, but saw others interested in them. ]
[ Oh. Maria. His fake girlfriend and friend. Right, he's talking to her publicly. Got it. Yeah. Okay. Well, that's comforting? Is it? He thinks so.
Well, it is nice that he's being offered to make something. What should he make? Well, he can't ask that question. He'll figure something out. ]
Yeah. I'm sure Maria will make something great for it.
I will make something.
[ Oh. He could use some of the photographs he took. Maybe try to take something that would be nice in an art exhibition. Phew. He's glad he remembered he had that skill otherwise he might have tried to paint for the first time. Terrible thought. ]
[ His immediate belief in Maria is charming, and Harold immediately understands the golden retriever comment. He's a little less confused and a little more amused now.
He's well aware this is also a public conversation and Maria herself could be reading it, but he's hardly doing anything illicit. Just setting up two friends to do an activity together. Harold thinks that's a rather heartwarming thing to orchestrate. ]
I think she would appreciate any ideas you have, as it's her first time doing something artistic.
I'm good at photography so maybe I can show her something to do with that, Mister Harold Finch.
Although, some of the photographs I took before feel haunted. Looking at them started to give me a headache and feeling like there's something sinister in what was captured. But it's none of the ones that are here. So, I think the haunting sensation is just meant for my world. [ Deleted. ]
[ Henry rereads what he wrote and thinks that sounds bad. Or it sounds stupid. It definitely sounds stupid. ]
[ That would have provoked a whole flurry of questions from Harold. As it is, what he does say leaves him mildly bemused. Usually he's trying to convince people to use his last name, but here's Henry full naming him instead. ]
I look forward to seeing what you come up with, Mr. Townshend.
You don't have to be polite like that with me, Mister Harold Finch. I feel more relieved in knowing you have no expectations. Thank you.
[ His anxiety at possibly giving some terrible shot piece that he thinks is good to someone that is well-thought of by Maria and Heather eases. But he sees why they like him - he really is a nice man. ]
[ That's a weird question to ask about a fond acquaintance of other people.
He rubs the back of his neck; it's sweaty. He lets out a small sigh. He does better in text because he's able to read what he wrote but it's only slightly better than when he's talking to a person face-to-face. ]
[ Generally he's still polite even to people he hates, so yes. ]
I'll continue to call you Mr. Townshend, if you don't mind.
[ Usually Harold just ignores instructions to use people's first names and goes about continuing to address them as he likes. Henry gets a minor concession here in terms of Harold trying to be more direct than normal, though he's still couching it in polite terms. ]
[ Very few people refer to him as "Mister Townshend." He supposes he was called that in school. But his memories are starting to get a little fuzzy. His past is slowly becoming obscured with the horror of the present and the dream-like existence that he's been in. Even being in Etraya, he still feels not quite connected to the world. But at least he's not having nightmares and ghosts aren't pushing notes under his door. Or coming through walls. Or reaching into his chest. Or making his head bleed. He wonders if that had real negative effects on him. ]
In your library, do you have books about the damages that ghosts can do to you? I'm a little worried about my head.
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I can't say I celebrate mine, but I do notice them as they happen.
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[ Henry feels the same kind of stumped in how to reply. His eyes roll up and he stares at the ceiling. An idea of saying: "That's nice." Sounds sarcastic to him. He doesn't mean for it to, however. Maybe he'll understand that it's a nice statement. It's nice when someone doesn't lose years; he certainly thinks he should be more concerned that he's in his twenties and years just have passed without him paying attention.
Actually, when is his birthday? Hm. ... uh oh. No, he's NOT going to dissociate and wonder why he can't remember these things. It's fine, actually. Much like worrying about when he bought his shoes and if they are even his shoes. No, there's no reason to go down that rabbit hole. ]
You're the head wizard of the library, right?
[ If you can't think of how to respond to something or responding further to what you do or don't remember might make things more awkward, the best thing to do is just change topics. ]
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By no means. I'm not a wizard and I'm not head of anything. The library did come from my home world, however.
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[ Yeah -- he feels like he made a social faux pas. He should probably just end the conversation as to not bother Harold anymore.
No, no -- he wants to try to keep talking to people and trying to connect with them. If he immediately tries to leave as soon as he feels he's made a mistake, he's never going to get anywhere. ]
Sorry. But anyway, I was thinking of visiting.
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You're more than welcome. The library is a public space. Just return anything you take out, please.
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[ Ah, right. Heather said that Harold might be able to help him. ]
I'm trying to find a hobby. Do you have any suggestions?
[ Normally, he would just buy VHS of whatever hobby he was curious about and watch it, but never actually participate in the hobby itself. He realizes that is an odd thing to do, but -- well, he doesn't have a but to add. He bought car magazines without owning a car or having a deep interest in cars, but saw others interested in them. ]
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I was planning to set up an art exhibition room in the library. Ms. Maria is going to make something for it; perhaps you could as well.
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Well, it is nice that he's being offered to make something. What should he make? Well, he can't ask that question. He'll figure something out. ]
Yeah. I'm sure Maria will make something great for it.
I will make something.
[ Oh. He could use some of the photographs he took. Maybe try to take something that would be nice in an art exhibition. Phew. He's glad he remembered he had that skill otherwise he might have tried to paint for the first time. Terrible thought. ]
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He's well aware this is also a public conversation and Maria herself could be reading it, but he's hardly doing anything illicit. Just setting up two friends to do an activity together. Harold thinks that's a rather heartwarming thing to orchestrate. ]
I think she would appreciate any ideas you have, as it's her first time doing something artistic.
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Although, some of the photographs I took before feel haunted. Looking at them started to give me a headache and feeling like there's something sinister in what was captured. But it's none of the ones that are here. So, I think the haunting sensation is just meant for my world.[ Deleted. ][ Henry rereads what he wrote and thinks that sounds bad. Or it sounds stupid. It definitely sounds stupid. ]
I'm sure it will end up fine.
[ Is that better? ]
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I look forward to seeing what you come up with, Mr. Townshend.
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[ Sure, it was his profession and all, but -- he would feel bad if he let this person down. ]
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[ That question mark is doing a lot of work in communicating right now. ]
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You don't have to be polite like that with me, Mister Harold Finch. I feel more relieved in knowing you have no expectations. Thank you.
[ His anxiety at possibly giving some terrible shot piece that he thinks is good to someone that is well-thought of by Maria and Heather eases. But he sees why they like him - he really is a nice man. ]
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Rest assured I'm polite as a personal preference. And 'Mr. Finch' is fine.
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But if I annoy you, would you still be polite?[ That's a weird question to ask about a fond acquaintance of other people.
He rubs the back of his neck; it's sweaty. He lets out a small sigh. He does better in text because he's able to read what he wrote but it's only slightly better than when he's talking to a person face-to-face. ]
You can call me "Henry."
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I'll continue to call you Mr. Townshend, if you don't mind.
[ Usually Harold just ignores instructions to use people's first names and goes about continuing to address them as he likes. Henry gets a minor concession here in terms of Harold trying to be more direct than normal, though he's still couching it in polite terms. ]
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[ Very few people refer to him as "Mister Townshend." He supposes he was called that in school. But his memories are starting to get a little fuzzy. His past is slowly becoming obscured with the horror of the present and the dream-like existence that he's been in. Even being in Etraya, he still feels not quite connected to the world. But at least he's not having nightmares and ghosts aren't pushing notes under his door. Or coming through walls. Or reaching into his chest. Or making his head bleed. He wonders if that had real negative effects on him. ]
In your library, do you have books about the damages that ghosts can do to you? I'm a little worried about my head.
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[ He's not going to disbelieve him given everything else happening in Etraya, but please, he needs to know more. ]
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I get away from them and feel better, though, and the bleeding stops.
But I think it might not be good for my health.
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