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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He almost blurts out that it's impossible, since, you know, they're Myths and not actually real, he'd know, but she's also said 'planet', like she's from an alternate dimension. Maybe another Earth, like Kara?
Another Earth, where Valkyries are real. Wonders never cease, and it has to be so obvious that he is incredibly taken by her admission, his eyes wide and his pulse fast in his throat.
"That. Is. Amazing," he says, unable to contain his excitement, despite heartily trying. "Did you know Thor? Freyja? Like, it's the same as our Mythology, right, Valkyries on winged horses descending upon battlefield to guide warriors to Valhalla. Daughters of royalty, revered everywhere, all that jazz? My god, you're like -"
He stops, clenching his jaw as he realizes he's going way overboard in his enthusiasm, and holds his hands up.
"I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't offend, I'm just - I'm a historian, you know? I never thought I'd ever meet a real Valkyrie!"
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It takes her a while to actually make words back at Nate, like she's having to chew them first, because this is probably one of the weirder experiences in her life thus far.
“I don't know Freya, but Thor, yes, and his brother, Loki,” there's a mix of emotions in that one sentence, indifference to the unfamiliar name, a slight smile for Thor, and a deliberate attempt not to let her eyes roll back in her head at the mention of Loki.
“We are truly legends where you come from?” she's going to skirt right around all that praise for the Valkyrior because he's not wrong, and they deserve it, but she doesn't. And his use of the word mythology is still giving her pause.
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And here he goes again, running his mouth about random facts which, surely, she must know. If she knows him. With time travel, he's got to meet some truly incredible people at some incredible times, but this is - she is - by far exceeding all that.
He's probably looking back at her with stars in his eyes. Real life stars.
"Legends, um, legends, yes," he replies, voice softer. He is a Legend too, but it's not the same. "Where I come from, let's say that magic and gods and all that are not real. It's all folklore, you know? But, obviously, you're here, so."
It only occurs to him now that she could be lying. And she could, absolutely, but Nate has looked through the directory of Cadelle current inhabitants already - he is not one to not do his research - and, really. She apparently isn't exactly the only mythological creature around.
After all, he travels through time. He's met aliens. Why wouldn't God-like entities not be real, too?
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There are truly no words to respond, but she's grinning broadly by the time Nate takes a breath, and it gives her time to compose a response. This is all news to her, and since Nate hasn't been wrong about, she wonders exactly how much truth might be in this amazingly hilarious and telling tale he's just shared about Loki.
“Oh, yes, the. Eight-legged horse. That he gave birth to,” she responds at last. She's having a hard time not laughing and it probably isn't doing her any favors as far as appearing sane, but she's trying. Oh, she can't wait to ask Thor about this. And Loki. “I'll admit I don't know Loki well,” she tells Nate, “Or Thor, for that matter, but we are all very much real,” she says, at last feeling her feet a little firmer beneath her, though the laughter could still bubble up at any moment. She's definitely not above or below gathering everything she can on her not-quite-adversary. It's not long before the rest of what he's saying settles in, however.
“My history is folklore to Asgard, now, too,” she adds after a moment, after a few more breaths. “It's been a long time since I heard anything about it.”
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"I would touch you to make sure you're real but if you're truly a Valkyrie and all that, I just - I mean, I value my privates, you know, I have plans for the future and I'd rather keep them -"
He closes his mouth with a small noise, dry-swallowing before getting back on topic. She sounds sad, a faraway look in her eyes, and that matters more right now.
"The Valkyries weren't part of Odin's army anymore?"
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Normally she might have let him "touch" her for the sake of argument, possibly, but it's so much more fun to play with him, for now. And soon enough he's onto a subject that sobers her. Well, her expression anyhow, and admittedly she's feeling due for a drink after this conversation. But she swallows, buys herself a little more time before answering his question.
"They were," she starts, looks out over the water as if she can see it all over again, shakes her head, and turns back to Nate, looks him in the eyes again and holds. "I'm the last." But it hurts to leave it there, hanging like it's anything to be proud of, so she continues, perhaps there's something to the talking until you can't anymore method, "The Valkyrie were sent to keep Hela from escaping her banishment. We barely succeeded. Only I survived."
She shrugs then, wraps the coat a little tighter around herself, like it can hold her together, and looks back out over the water with singular focus. "That was over a thousand years ago."
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"Hela? Doesn't ring a bell. I know Hel, but..."
He stops again, abruptly. God, have some tact, Nathaniel.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to drudge up painful memories. But - you've been alone for a thousand years?"
He'd probably go entirely, completely insane, if it was him.
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“Yeah, mostly alone,” she shrugs, it's what she wanted, for the time. For a long time. She could have changed that, she'd had no shortage of invitations. But relationships were difficult at the best of times, she knows. Relationships on a planet that revolved around a Contest of Champions? Damn near a death wish.
“I ended up on Sakaar, garbage planet, absolute trash, and I made my way there, until Thor and his brother turned up and turned everything upside down.” Her smile is fond in spite of her annoyed tone, as if it's habit to speak this way about it all more than it's the truth.
“Tell me about you?” she requests, and it feels natural to her. She's ready to be done talking about this, for now. Talking about Thor and Loki and Asgard is only bound to make her start feeling guilty she's here instead of stuck on that crowded barge in space heading for Earth... ...okay, maybe not that guilty.
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"Okay, well. Where to start. I'm a time-traveling historian, and my team and I are tasked to safeguard the history of my world."
That... makes sense, right? He leaves out the superpowers - it does kinda feel like a third date kind of reveal. Not that this is a date, obviously, they've just met, but look. It's not like she's not easy on the eyes, incredibly fascinating to him, badass, and has apparently been pretty lonely.
"I'm from Earth, if you were wondering. Midgard, I guess, for you?"
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"Time traveling historian?" her smile is skeptical but not exactly mocking. While time travel is still a rarity, considering where she's spent her time and the traveling she's done herself, it's not impossible. "Midgard has time-traveling technology?" Her own memories of Midgard are such ancient history she wouldn't have considered them accurate anyway, but this is surprising.
Actually, she'd probably fall more on the side of those who traveled through time to twist it to their own advantage, if she was prone of thinking too hard about things, which at present, she's really not.
"Sounds way more fun than my life. How did you become a Time Traveling Historian?"
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But now...
"Yeah. I study history, and deducing fact from fiction in history was kinda my job. Now, with the time-traveling thing, I spend more time researching the eras we're visiting to avoid changing events drastically and destroying history as my universe knows it," he says, mouth running a mile a minute. Then she shakes his head. "The technology that powers our ship is very much advanced future tech. The captain of the ship traveled to the past to form our team."
Even if he wasn't picked for the first draft of it. He's here now, that's what matters.
"I'm sure it isn't, you're a freaking Valkyrie!" If his pupils aren't shaped like hearts, well, it's not for a lack of trying. "I, uh. Found some traces and facts throughout history that told me that it was changing, and then I dug deeper, and found out that the team I'm now a part of had almost been killed. But I found them and helped them get back on track, so they let me stay."
Not exactly telling the whole truth, Nate...
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“Sounds like some of your facts still got mixed up,” she teases lightly, her grin a little bit wicked; even if she was all but myth to her own people, they still knew the Valkyrie were true history. She was definitely going to ask Loki about his horse baby, though. She couldn't rule that out, yet.
“Your team got a name?” she asks, her smile bright, amused. She'd asked the same question of someone else recently, and it seems appropriate even now.
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Scratching the back of his head, Nate grins. "Well, I guess some secrets are just so well-kept they remain fiction for most. Or I come from a universe much more boring than yours, which is totally plausible, too."
Nodding, his smile takes on a slant. "We're the Legends."
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“The Legends?” okay, this grin might be a little mocking, but mostly she's just amused. Truly. Between the Revengers and the Legends, however, she'd probably choose the latter, if she was being honest. Sorry, not sorry, Thor.
“We might be from the same universe,” she says. “The realms are certainly vast enough.” She's not ruling out he might be from an alternate, but she's also not certain that a drunk Asgardian or four might not be responsible for some of the legends that Midgard remembers. The Valkyrie were certainly well known enough, in their prime.
“My last team was called the Revengers. I didn't name it.” She'd like to make that last part very clear.
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"What did your team do?"
She might have been asking about him and what he can do, etc etc, but he's still way more fascinated by what Valkyrie might have to tell him, than to tell her all about him. He doesn't consider his latest exploits and the frankly huge changes in his life to be anything boring, but, c'mon. She's the stuff of legends, too. Far more than he is.
"You know, I think I'd like it, if we were all from the same universe. Would spice things up, that's for sure."
Like you don't have enough to deal with at it is, Nathaniel.
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“We defeated Hela. And fulfilled the prophecy of Ragnarok.” She doesn't shrug, doesn't try to pass it off as any less than it is. But she's also not quite willing to dwell on it yet, either.
“The people of Asgard are currently on their way to Earth,” she continues, smiling in spite of herself once again. “We might find out sooner than we think if it's the same as yours.”
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That seems like their overcrowding issues are just going to get much worse, and soon. He's heard of Ragnarok, but it's another abstract, impossible legend that he feels he shouldn't ask more about, if the look on her face is any indication.
He wonders if her wish has anything to do with that, too. If the whole of Asgard's people are coming to Earth, that means Asgard itself is probably destroyed, or unfit to live on. Is that what she's wishing to change?
After all, they're all trying to change their own realities, by being in Cadelle.
"I kinda hope it is... It'd make for an interesting turn of event."
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Her wish is not so pragmatic, at present, but it could change. Her own history, her wish to be free of it, to move on, to have some time to truly process... those things brought her to Cadelle. So far, much of her history seems to have found her, anyway. She's glad she has time, allegedly.
"I can only hope Thor knows what he's doing, bringing us all to Earth." It's not that she doesn't trust him, exactly. His heart is in the right place, but that might be what worries her most.
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"I'm sorry if this is a painful topic to discuss. I can't imagine losing everything like this..." Shaking his head, he smiles. "But at least, you can make a home here."