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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“I'm Isabelle,” she offers, shaking his hand, firm and brief, still smiling. “Have you been sued over bad churros before?” she asks, with that air of a playful interviewer. This is easy, this is like breathing, and he seems sweet and awkward and she doesn't have a lot of that in her life. Making friends has never really been a priority for her before, but she's taking it in stride just like everything else.
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"I know," he can't help but say when she tells him her name, regretting it instantly. A flush reaches his cheeks and he scratches the back of his neck, glad that his sunglasses are hiding his eyes. "I mean, we met. Before. You don't remember."
That... is not helpful. He lets out a chuckle, breathless and embarrassed, before shaking his head.
"Not yet. But I've never met a churro that wasn't good, so maybe I'm edging my bets."
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“I'm sorry,” she says, and she means it. “I don't.” There's history here and she's not used to feeling off balance like this, but he moves past it, and while she's curious, she thinks maybe asking someone else for the history here would be the kind thing to do.
“I've thought of a compromise,” she offers, as if there's actually been a debate, “You're going to help me eat these,” she tells him, finally receiving her order of churros and they certainly smell amazing. There's nothing else on earth like deep-friend dough coated in sugar. “And if they're terrible, you have to suffer with me, and I'll consider us even.”
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"It's okay," he replies softly, because it is. It's not like it's anything she's doing to hurt him purposefully. It's just that Baby is a bleeding heart as is, and he was just on the road to getting himself better when Isabelle came back. One step forward, three steps back.
He can't help smiling at her compromise, genuine. "Sounds like a compromise I can get behind," he replies, getting his own order of hot cocoa, and he wraps his hands around it, trying to stave off the cold. "What are you thinking of Cadelle so far?"
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She ramps her returning smile up a notch, like nothing's wrong, like she hasn't been trying to put the pieces together, and retrieves her order of churros, which is clearly meant for at least two people. “I am an expert negotiator,” she declares, turning to scope out the scene for an empty table.
“I'm not sure yet,” she answers honestly, starting to walk over to an empty picnic bench. “I'm not used to... I mean, I've never really had time just for me. I'm not sure what to do with it yet.” She could have said that she was enjoying it fine, the people were nice, she was making friends, any of the shallow, expected answers, but for whatever reason, she wanted to be honest with him. So she is.
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He's familiar with the things she says, but doesn't say anything, just listens as she speaks, one of his earbuds pulled out, the buzzing in his ear louder than in the other, but it doesn't matter. The music pulses out, sounding tinny.
"It's an adjustment, isn't it? I thought I'd want to relax, take my time, because for once I had a chance to. And instead I got myself three jobs, and a dog."
He huffs out a laugh, amused at himself for not being able to keep himself from getting over-involved in everything he could get his hands on. His next words are genuine, though, earnest as he can be.
"But this - this place is a good one. I think you might like it. Also, you should try dipping a churro in this," he ends, taking off the lid of his hot cocoa and handing it over, the thick drink glossy and dark, smelling heavenly sweet.
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“A dog?” she asks, however, still smiling. She's never had a pet, the thought hadn't even occurred yet...
She eyes the hot chocolate a little dubiously, however, even if it does smell mouthwatering, as all chocolate should.
“You first,” she says, picking up a churro and taking a small bite from it as is. Perfection.
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"His name is Otis. He was an older rescue at the shelter when I first got here, and we just... fell for each other, I guess. He's excellent company."
As he talks, he takes a churro, dipping it carefully in the hot chocolate. It coats it wonderfully, and Baby has to lick a drop off of his lip after a bite, tilting his head back to the sky as he lets out a little noise of appreciation.
"Yeah, that's the stuff." He turns back towards Isabelle, feeling a tiny bit like the knot in his stomach is loosening. "Do you know what you plan on doing here, if you get a job?"
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"You're lucky to have each other," she says, sincerely, even if her grin gives it that edge of teasing.
She follows his motion, and when he doesn't keel over from it, copies him, dipping her churro in the hot chocolate and trying not to drip too much on herself before she takes a bite. It's delicious.
"Mmm, I will stop doubting your food opinions for now," she tells him, before she answers his next question. She takes another bite and chews while she thinks.
"I don't want a job," she says, laughing softly, "Not yet. I'll decide later, if I have to," she continues. She hadn't thought of it yet, not really, and she's never had a job other than being a Shadowhunter. Of course that thought just sets her thinking further... "I'd want to try something new," she decides, definitively.
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"Well, I don't think there's much work for Shadowhunters here anyway. It's a pretty quiet place," he replies. She'd told him before that being a Shadowhunter was her whole life, after all - different from Clary, Isabelle was born into it. Baby couldn't pretend he understood it all, but he understood enough. Her life had been a constant fight.
"I took a little bit of a break too, when I first arrived. Did nothing for a couple of weeks, and then, suddenly, found myself with three jobs."
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When he mentions her being a Shadowhunter so casually she smiles, apparently she hadn't felt the need to keep that under wraps here before, so there was no use trying to pretend otherwise.
"Quiet sounds so boring," she admits, laughs. Nothing about her life was particularly quiet, and she loved that about it. While her loyalties to her blood, to her family name, to being a Shadowhunter might be more flexible than ever she'd let on to anyone, she loved the life. She loved knowing that every day she was doing what she was born to do.
"I don't think I want three jobs. I'll have to think of something."
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When he thinks about them, he can clearly remember the last day before he jumped at the chance to move to Cadelle. He could remember what he did. The thought still made bile rise up his throat, but he knew things were different for Isabelle. The things she fought...
Yeah. Different.
"I'm sure you will. Have you seen Clary yet?"
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"I'm glad she's here," she says after taking another small bite. "She seems happy." Izzy's smile says that's really all she could ever hope for her friend. Clary's been through so much in so short a time and has shown so much strength in not letting it break her. And she's thriving here already.
"Everyone seems happy," she continues with a quiet chuckle, thinking of Alec, of Magnus, of everyone she's met so far. "I think I might like it here after all." As if there had ever been any doubt, and the twinkle in her eyes probably says as much.
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"I think some people might find this place a little too peaceful. Not that there isn't enough to do, but the lack of constant danger is a deterrent for some. I personally like it. I've always wanted to live a normal life, I just made some terrible choices."
When you're an angry, grieving kid, that stuff tends to happen. The problem was just that Baby's bad choices had followed him through to adulthood.
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Izzy doesn't know Kimberly well, they've only talked briefly, but she can see how a party thrown by the two girls would be... something.
"Sounds like an experience," she says, grinning widely. She cocks her head to the side at his confession, of sorts, her grin fading, but her expression still open. "Then I'm glad you get to have a normal life, here," she decides. That's what Mundanes should have. It's what she's been born to fight for. She might not like the politics, might disregard the rules when they stop making sense, but she'd never stop hoping for peace, in the end.
"If a normal life means more of these, I'm all for it,” she says, brandishing what remains of her churro, dunking it in the sauce that came with them for a change, and taking another bite in emphasis.
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He plants his hands on either side of his legs, fingers curling around the wooden bench as he looks down between his knees for a moment, taking a breath to focus on his music before he turns back to Isabelle.
"I'm sure you guessed, but you and I, we used to be... close," he finally says, because it feels fair to mention it. "So I feel like things are unbalanced, right now. I just want to say that, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. And I mean that about anything, like. For example, my dad is the one who showed me the hot chocolate and churro thing, when I was 5 or 6. Life changing."
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She's less surprised than she might have been if he'd opened with his next confession. He obviously knew her... and it explains most of the awkward pauses in their conversation so far. She doesn't want to pry, not really, because even if it was her... it wasn't. And while something not being her business would usually hardly stop her from prying, this was a unique situation. It was weird, and she doesn't use the word lightly, considering her life.
But it also just got personal in a hurry.
“I did guess,” she says, still smiling, still leaning toward a lighter mood, but she sighs all the same after a moment, and even in spite of the glasses, she makes the effort to find his eyes and holds her gaze there. “I'm sorry if this is weird for you,” she says, not unkindly. “But I think I'd like to get to know you. Especially since you know me so well,” she continues, slowly smiling again. He definitely knew more about her than she'd tell someone she wasn't close to.