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.
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As do we. I'm not fond of ale, really, but spiced mead is wonderful. You've made me miss it, now.
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[He accompanies it with a small bow, touching his fingers to his heart. The formality is familiar, and something of a comfort, given how few people here hold to such things.]
I miss it as well. My brother favors ale, but that is no surprise. He would.
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My brother Jon prefers ale and it's the sourest, foulest ale I have ever tasted. He was lord commander at the Wall for a time and they do not get shipments of anything fine there.
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[But enough of that, before he begins to dwell on it. Even Loki knows the hardships he's experienced are not the hardships of scarcity.]
What is the Wall? I confess, Westeros is not a realm I have visited. I should very much like to hear you speak of it.
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It's a wall a thousand feet high and a thousand leagues long - it protects the North from the Wilding raiders who live beyond the Wall. It's stood for a thousand years in Westeros, at least, and there's magic in it. The Night's Watch mans it and my brother used to command them.
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I am acquainted with the magic of great works like that, but it sounds an incomparable sight. And your brother once commanded the guard of the Wall? An illustrious calling. I take it he no longer holds the position?
[It isn't said unkindly. In fact he sounds sympathetic, assuming her brother had fallen in his duty and not wishing to press upon a painful subject.]
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No, he is no longer in command there. He is King in the North now and rules the entirety of the North from the Wall to a place called the Neck, where the land narrows and there's only one passage to the South.
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[Oddly, he's pleased this man he does not know is not dead. Perhaps because his sister here speaks of him fondly, as two royal siblings should.]
My brother is also king, of the people of Asgard if no longer of Asgard itself. The land is lost.
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I am so sorry. We lost Winterfell for a time to...a man I was forced to marry. My brother and I took it back. Is there no way you can reclaim your Asgard?
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There is no Asgard to reclaim. The world is truly gone. Destroyed. Nothing but ash now.
[Strictly speaking, the remains of the world and its energy may coalesce into a small sun, but they cannot recolonize a sun, and that is too complicated to explain now. Another time, perhaps.]
The people of Asgard seek a new home now. That is one reason I am here, I hope to restore to them another advisor to their king.
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Then I hope you get your wish and then some. I hope your people find a new place to live, a new land that allows them safety and a place to prosper.