Literate Chat Application

1.Why do you wish to this chat?

To find more literate roleplayers to rp with, making chats for literate roleplays can get stressful and annoying so it would be nice to have a place that's guaranteed to have people interested in the same type of rp that I am

2.What is your age?

I am 26

3.What is your timezone?

GMT+1 (GMT+2 for summer time)

4.Give a writing/role play example to show your skill.

These are some replies from previous roleplays, how much I write pretty much depends on the scene and how much I have to work with from the previous person

Chara grinned and opened the door expecting to be greeted by the skeleton smiling lazily as always. When they instead saw his eye glowing and a gaster blaster at the ready they felt their heart leap into their throat, their brain screaming at them to run but their legs felt rooted to the spot.

When instead of firing and blowing them away, a bunch of confetti sprayed out of it's gaping mouth Chara just felt proud of themself when they didn't scream. For a moment they just stood there before they finally let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding and basically collapsed against the doorframe behind them.

"You're a sick bastard, Sans." They said, trying to keep their voice from trembling and glaring at the short skeleton. They figured they probably didn't look very threatening though, covered in confetti and with their legs shaking.

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Chara woke slowly but unexpectedly, awareness coming in slow and heavy strokes as they stared at the outline of their bedside lamp in the dark. At first they thought it was the rain and heavy wind that had roused them and was about to settle down to go back to sleep when they heard quiet laughter from the living room, muffled by their bedroom door and the sounds of the weather.

For a few seconds they nearly panicked, thinking there was some stranger in their home, but then calming when they realised Frisk must have gotten home and had probably put on one of those horrible shows they enjoyed so much for reasons that completely eluded Chara. They considered going back to sleep, the bed was so soft and warm and their mind pleasantly cloudy, but they hadn't seen much of Frisk earlier in the day and wanted to know what they had been up to.

Curiosity eventually won out and they hauled themself regretfully out of bed, grabbing a fleece blanket on the way out of their bedroom. Their assumption proved to be true, Frisk was indeed sat in the living room watching TV.

"Welcome back," Chara said, voice still rough with sleep. They could only imagine what a mess they must look like right now. Half awake, wearing only their favourite oversized t-shirt, pajama pants and a blanket, with their hair probably sticking out all over the place. The padded over to the couch before flopping down next to Frisk.

"How w's your day?" They brought their legs up and this position could probably be called sitting. Maybe.

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Chara nearly stumbled and fell off of the chair when they heard Frisk, and fumbled a bit with the bowl before regaining their balance. They looked at Frisk, about to tell them good morning but stopped when they saw how tired they looked.

"Hey Frisk, you look like death warmed over," They said, smiling a bit crookedly. "Believe me I would know." Chara climbed off of their chair and slid it back into place at the table. "Did you pull another all nighter or something?"

They walked over to the counter and put down their bowl before they started rifling through the cupboards for the pancake mix

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