EVENT: GO FOR THE GOLD.

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EVENT: GO FOR THE GOLD.

With the blizzard come and gone, the city administration makes quick work of transforming the landscape from a post-apocalyptic white dream (or nightmare) to a more picturesque winter wonderland. While the heavy snow drifts are easily plowed away and the sheets of ice quickly cleared from roofs and bridges, the grounds of the city's parks and sidewalks still enjoy their seasonal coating of soft, fresh snow. By mid-month, new posters begin to pop up on bulletin boards and network advertisements, featuring the cheerful sound of trumpets and the encouraging view of your favorite volunteer coordinators, inviting you to take part in the city's annual winter games. It's not quite olympian, and no previous experience is required — any and all are welcome to sign up for as many events as they'd like, and while medals aren't awarded, winners may very well find themselves bequeathed with something even more fun! (We hear bar tabs and instachecks are all the rage these days!) Feeling festive? Come join the fun this weekend at the games! ▸ Are you freakishly flexible? Are you beauty? Are you grace? (We recommend not punching the judges in the face.) Ski ballet may be just the game for you! Play your walk up song as you emerge on skis to Cadelle's adoring crowds. You'll have 90 seconds to make your way downhill while twirling, spinning, kicking and leaping your way with style. Don't want to go it alone? This year Cadelle's offering the chance to compete in pairs. Let's hope your chemistry sets the rain slopes on fire. ▸ Does anyone remember that phrase 'Go sit on a block of ice?' Well, the sport of ice blocking takes that little idiom rather literally as participants slide down one of the city's grassier hills with little more than a giant block of ice, graciously provided by the local ice master. First one down is the winner! Though, just as a reminder: the city is not responsible for any stuck tongues, buns, or other body parts that may result from this event. ▸ Are you crazy about water? Are you unafraid of those freezing waves? The sport of polar diving may be perfect for you! Be sure to slather on the providied petroleum jelly all over your exposed skin and climb on top of the recently built high dive board at Lake Bunton — once you're poised and ready, let loose with your best swan dive... or bellyflop. Three judges will score your stylish dive on a scale of 1-10. The best average score wins! ▸ Are you a fixture at Lucky Lanes? Or is that elusive perfect 300 a pipe dream? Either way, what happens when you mix winter weather, pins, and big round balls? Epic fun, of course, in the form of a fantastically frenzied game of ice bowling! Just.... try not to fall over as you do your victory shuffle after you get that 7-10 split. Of course, if you're not the sporting type, there's still plenty to see and do during the games! Maybe you'll opt to cheer on your friends and neighbors in their exploits — flags, vuvuzelas, and all manner of spectator accessories are available for purchase from nearby vendors, and for those who may not want to spend a fortune, the city offers free decorate-it-yourself kits for banners at the entrance to the viewing stands! More entreprenurial citizens may choose to invest in a willing market; visit the barking traveling bookies to place a wager on your favored winner, or maybe lay down a few cuddlebucks on an implausible yet possible end scenario — Ireland wins but Russia gets the snitch, anyone? Whether you've opted to practice your best polar bear performance, rolled a turkey on the ice, or maybe just kept warm in your parka on the stands, be sure to keep a space open in the end of your weekend for the city's closing ceremony. There's the traditional pomp and circumstance, of course, in the issuance of awards and winner's trophies; more important and certainly more exciting, though, is the hosted dinner, held outdoors under a gleaming white tent just beyond the shores of Blue Springs Pool. It's a beautiful place to enjoy a delicious meal with friends, so the city certainly hopes you'll make time to attend! Howdy, cuddlers! With the excitement of the 2018 Winter Games just around the corner, we thought it might be fun for you to get to enjoy some sportsmanship of your own this time of year. While the Olympic Games are certainly reserved for the best of the best, Cadelle's version is open to all, and focuses less on swiftly navigating down snowy hills on your preferred mode of transportation (because, really, what else differentiates snowboarding from skiing from bobsled racing and luge...?) and more on the way you choose to move! We hope your characters have a blast while they dance on skis, slide on giant blocks of ice, dive into freezing cold water, or just roll an ice ball down a slick plane of frozen grass... or maybe just watch all their friends make fools of themselves instead! If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. If you have general questions, or prefer a more private venue, our GENERAL INBOX (and SCREENED INBOX) is always available for you. In addition, if you've got an idea for a future event, feel free to drop us a line at our EVENTS SUGGESTION POST. Peace out, girl scouts! We'll see you around!

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[theladyofwinterfell]

➨ ice bowling

( Sansa hasn't ever engaged in a game quite like this...ice bowling but she's excited to learn it. After watching a few rounds she decides to try for herself. The feel of the ice against her fingers is slightly uncomfortable but it also reminds her of home, of Winterfell, and she holds onto it for a little while before rolling the ball along the path to strike the pins. She only manages to knock down four on her first attempt and considering there's ten, it's not great, but she isn't going to give up. She squints a bit and tries to decide how better to throw her ball this time. )

Do you have any ideas? I've never done this before but I want to get all of the pins if I can.

➨ cheering on

( After the bowling, Sansa goes to watch the ski ballet. She's never done any skiing before and certainly doesn't feel comfortable enough to try and dance on them but she's enjoying watching the others while she has a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. The winter wind pinks her cheeks a bit and she's happy to be out here until the sun sets just enjoying the bite of the air and the feeling of home. Cadelle is so similar to Winterfell in these moments with snow on the ground and if she closes her eyes, she can remember happier days. )

The cocoa is good, if you'd like to try it?

➨ wildcard

have another idea? hit me below!

cheer squad

[frostedire]

[After his dive, Loki had decided the rest of these events would be amusing enough to keep his attention, and indeed, the grace shown by the dancers on skis almost outweighs how ridiculous they look. Not quite, but he is still impressed enough to keep watching. Besides, there is always the hope that something will go horribly awry.

He'd taken a vantage point next to a girl wearing a fur cloak remarkably similar to his own, but that had been because of the draw of familiarity. The offer is still unexpected and he looks down in surprise before taking the cup and carefully taking a sip. The first scent of it is too sweet, but the flavor itself is richer than he'd believed and he smiles as he hands it back.]

It is. I thank you, lady, you are most generous.

Re: cheer squad

[theladyofwinterfell]

( The man next to her is actually sort of handsome, in a strange way, and she likes that he's dressed similarly to herself. Sansa smiles a bit and lifts the mug to her lips again, drinking slowly. )

I never had cocoa before coming here. We don't have such things in Westeros.

[frostedire]

[Westeros, that isn't a name he's familiar with. Is it a region, a world? Clearly it is cold there if she is so comfortable in this chill.]

Nor on Asgard. We favor spiced mead to drive out the chill, but I have not yet seen that offered here.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( At the mention of spiced mead, Sansa perks up just a bit. This is something she's familiar with from home and she feels less like she's out of place to talk about such things. )

As do we. I'm not fond of ale, really, but spiced mead is wonderful. You've made me miss it, now.

[gasping]

( do you know what overly sweet hot cocoa needs? it's something sharp — and caroline's spike of choice, of course, is bourbon. there's a slim silver flask in her hand, and if sansa watches carefully, she just might notice its cap flicking open long enough to pour a healthy amount into a half-full cup. )

That's much better. ( and, noticing the other girl's curious expression, caroline offers, ) Want some? It'll warm you way better than that cape...

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa is not unfamiliar with alcohol, having needed quite a bit of it to steel her nerves when she lived in King's Landing, but she is wary of alcohol that she's unfamiliar with. )

What sort of spirit is it? I'm not opposed, exactly, I simply don't want to get in over my head.

[gasping]

It's bourbon.

( the answer comes fairly matter-of-factly, but caroline's tone softens a bit as she takes in the hesitant way the other girl seems to look at her. )

Do you want to try mine first? ( she hasn't sipped at it yet, in case sansa's concerned about germs. ) You can see if you like it.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( If it's something she's poured into her own cup, Sansa thinks it's less likely that it's poison or something that will make her ill. She reaches for the cup and takes a sip. The liquor has a bit of a burn to it but it tastes good and she sees the appeal. )

It's like fire, a bit, isn't it? I do like it.

bowling

[killertrack]

Well, I'm no expert, but -

[ Baby, in his typical attire of a unseasonable jacket, sunglasses, and earbuds, is standing close enough that he only has to take a couple steps forward to be at Sansa's level. At least, he's wearing a couple layers under the jacket, and also a scarf - a pink one, thanks Kimberly - so he's not quite freezing to death. This is so extremely different from Atlanta, though.

In his ears, Sugarhill Gang drowning out the usual ringing - it's felt a little louder in recent months, but Baby is decided not to contemplate why. He smiles, looking down at Sansa. ]

- I think you have to try and compensate for what side you curve to. If you throw towards the left, stand a little more to the right, or vice versa. You know?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa hadn’t thought about it that way before so she looks down the path again and eyes her target before shifting a few steps to the right. This time when she throws the ball, it curves back in to the left and strikes another four pins. That’s eight in total, not ten, but it’s a nice combined score from what she understands about the game. She turns to the man who had given her the advice, smiling politely. Her voice a bit low-pitched and has a bit more of the North in it than it might have normally; for most in Cadelle it’s been described as Northern English. Jon had rubbed off on her, apparently. )

Thank you. I’ve never played before and I would never have thought of trying that.

[killertrack]

[ Everything about her is reserved, even her smile. She's no Southern girl, carefree and easy-going, that's for sure. Still, Baby grins, open and earnest, his default. ]

You're welcome. Can't say I've ever played this version either, actually. I've never seen this much snow before in my life..

[ He digs a hand out of his pockets, holding it out for her to shake. ]

Name's Baby.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa still isn't quite used to the concept of shaking hands so when he extends his, she clasps both of her own around it and squeezes it once. This is as close as she can get to a handshake without feeling awkward about her own traditions. His smile is lovely, though, so she smiles a little in return. )

That's an unusual name. I'm Sansa Stark. Well met, Baby.

ice bowling!

[doctoral]

[ Reid stands nearby observing, a bright purple scarf the only shock of color in his otherwise drab, professorish appearance. He's tall and lanky, with one hand curled up by his chin as he watches... and calculates.

When asked for input, he offers, ] There's a three centimeter divot approximately two meters from the throwing line that appears to be forcing the ball off-course. Try standing a little to the side and adjusting your angle approximately ten degrees to avoid it.

[ He points and waves demonstrably as he talks. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( It's such a precise analysis that it takes Sansa off her guard for a moment and she looks back at him before shifting to the side. As she lets the ball go this time, it curves in toward the pins and she takes another five out. There's one remaining but she thinks nine is perfectly good for a first try. )

It worked! I never would have come up with that on my own. I'm not experienced with this sort of game at all.

[doctoral]

[ Precise analysis is pretty much Reid's hallmark, but he still looks pleased and happy for her when it's a success. You can't expect a full ten on the first attempt. ]

I'm horrible at it, [ he tells her in good humor. He has nothing but bad memories about sports. Bad memories. ] But at least trajectories are all math. You did great.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Math is a word she does not know. Sansa prides herself on her lady's education and how she'd been prepared to run a household for an eventual husband but this word is like so many here and she doesn't have anything to assign it to or reference it by in her mind. Hmm. )

Forgive me, math is not a word I know. Westeros is a very different place from this one and I often find myself not understanding some of the more...nuanced conversation.

cheering on

[quinientos]

[ Winter's not letting up, something Vasquez is still grumpy about. He's been trying to find the warmest place he can, which lands him near the cocoa to try and get a cup of it not only to drink (once he's spiked it with rum), but to warm his hands. He gives the girl a dubious look, because she looks like she's enjoying the weather.

Honestly, the sooner he can get to summer, the happier he'll be. ]

Already have my own and I promise, it's better than anything you have.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa eyes him skeptically for a moment before sipping at her cocoa again, letting it warm her throat. The chill and the wind has pink in her cheeks but she cannot possibly be happier. )

Isn't this weather wonderful? I've always loved the winter. It reminds me of home to see snow on the ground and to feel the sting of the wind against my face.

[quinientos]

[ He's staring at her like she's been hit in the head, because she must have been, to think that the cold can be so wonderful. ]

You're loco, the cold is the worst part of any season. It's only a reason to leave a place.

[ After all, when Vasquez has to put on a coat, that's his signal that he needs to be getting on his horse and riding on to other parts. Of course, that's not possible here with the whole being stuck, but not being hunted is worth some winter. Most days. ]

Have you never experienced summer? Maybe that's why you think this way?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I grew up in summer. The summers last a long time in Westeros. Still, I think the south is too hot for me. I prefer this.

( Sansa shrugs a little and gives him a smile. )

To each their own, yes? I think most would agree with you.

she's cheer cheer and he is a grump grump

[kelvins]

[standing around in the cold wearing a thick parka with a fur-lined hood isn't exactly mick's idea of fun and games. it's more captain cold's schtick than heatwave's, but he's eager to see what's got the whole city up and about and to uncover the cause behind the loud cheers and sounds that have filtered all the way up to his windows above the bar having roused him from his slumber. he's not prepared to find a crowd of people enjoying a sport that's manages to irritate him for how dumb it looks — whose idea was it to choose those overly patterned and colorful snowsuits — and for it's awful music — has anyone heard of using anything other than a synthesizer? — to boot. mick can't help but mutter 'i hate the damn the eighties' under his breath as he accidentally bumps shoulders with a young woman with brightly colored hair. she looks toasty as she's sipping away at her beverage, cocoa apparently, which she offers up without a second thought. no matter how long he's been here, he'll never get used to how nice people are.]

Depends. Is it adult cocoa, or am I gonna need to spike it myself?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa looks at her cocoa and tries to decide if it is adult. She's an adult, for what it's worth, but she shakes her head a bit. )

There is nothing but cocoa in the cup, I'm afraid.

[kelvins]

[mick looks at her with a raised eyebrow that's as clear a 'you've gotta be kidding me' as a pane of glass. he reaches into his parka, pulling out a stainless flask which he unscrews briefly and tips back into his mouth and sighs in satisfaction as the drink slides down his throat. he holds it dangerously close to sansa's cup poised to tip the undisclosed alcoholic contents into the steaming cup below.]

Good thing I always come prepared. You mind?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa has drunk her fair share of wine over the years and while she doesn't recognize what Mick is putting into the cocoa, she can smell it enough to know that it is some sort of fortified spirit. )

No, I don't mind. Is it going to ruin the sweetness of it at all?