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EVENT: WHEN YOU WISH...

With the slow but steady growth of the city, the demand for more grows every day — more housing, more retail storefronts available for rent, more space for businesses of every caliber and category. To create said space, the administration has begun the process of clearing a section of forestland on the southern edge of the city's boundaries. Far enough removed from the downtown area and the Welcome District, the sounds of construction should have little impact on the citizens' and volunteers' daily lives... that is, until construction is ground to an unexpected halt with the discovery of a long-forgotten glen in the woods.

The construction project is naturally put on hold while the administration begins to investigate the discovery, but in its inactivity, the space becomes a natural lure for the curious and the questioning alike. What's so special about an abandoned patch of rock and stone, or the nearby pool of softly bubbling water? As with any mystery, rumors abound as quickly as smoke from a fire, twisting and changing with each whisper from person to person. The game of telephone has never been a good way to communicate.

Some say the water is simply an extension of the city's springs and cave pools, nothing more or less than a shallow pool of water trapped by the stone walls that surround it. Others say it is a medieval mock-up of a reservoir, rain waters collected over the years and forgotten amidst tall trees and brush. Still others whisper of magical properties — waters once contained in a glorious wishing well that has since crumbled under the relentless march of time, waters that give impossible things to those that drink of it or that bathe in it or simply cup it in their hands. The rumors, much like those that visit the site, are many and varied; it can be almost impossible to know for sure which are truth and which are simply wishes.

Of course, should the allure of an unsolved mystery appeal to your inner meddling kid, there's plenty of clues to uncover and even more questions left to solve at the site.

▸ In the very center of the clearing, a pool of water gently laps at its stone surrounding. The pool itself is small, barely four feet across, but its waters are kept clean from the dirt of the forest floor by a carefully laid stone barrier, two inches tall, each piece hand cut and carefully laid in place. Though the waters are clean, they are not quite clear — looking in, it is not immediately obvious just how deep the water goes, and though brave souls who climb in will certainly float, those who attempt to dive to the bottom never quite reach their goals before the need for air pulls them back to the surface.

▸ It's clear from the smooth surfaces of the stone that surround the pool that this place was once somewhere of grave importance, though what purpose it may have served is murkier than the depths of the pool itself. Adding to the mystery are the three stone benches, surrounding the water on all but its northern boundaries. They are long and cool to the touch; the surfaces remain smooth even after untold years subjected to the mercy of nature, and still hold weight of those who may choose to sit on them.

▸ At its northern edge, where the water seems to lap most often, there is no bench to sit on. The stones here are well-worn, the faintest hint of footprints left on the surface, as if someone stood upon the surface here more than anywhere else. Just past the stone barrier rests a chest — stone as well, and obviously made with care. Its lid is heavy, though someone with exceptional strength (or a friend) may be able to slide it open, and bears what must have been something important etched on its surface. Time has not been kind here; though the letters were once legible, only a few remain so today: wishing and water being the only full words left to view.

What does it mean? Will you follow the rumors? Will you drink of the pool, or perhaps dive in? Will you, instead, dismiss it as fanciful dreaming? There are no wrong answers here, only possibly more questions to consider... and, of course, the wisdom of a well-known fairytale: be careful, dreamer, what you wish for.

Oooh, spooky! As you may have guessed, this event is our take on the popular wishing well trope. Unlike Snow White's well that offers to grant her dream of a prince who may or may not come, this pool of mystical water isn't quite so straightforward. (Is anything straightforward here?)

The wishing pool is here to grant your wishes. Or, more specifically, to try to grant them. Characters who touch the water and make a wish will find their wish (be it spoken out loud, thought only to themselves, or one lingering in the subconscious mind, unbeknownst even to them) granted within the next 72 hours — though, in most cases, the magic lingering in the water they've touched will be limited to short term effects only.

How your character chooses to engage with the water is entirely up to you! Maybe they'd like to take a hesitant sip, or they're a more brave sort who wants to drink of it until they feel sick! Perhaps they want to simply stick a hand in to test the temperature — cool, surprisingly, but not cold — or they'd like to dive in! There are no lifeguards on duty, though... so swim carefully. Stone and skulls don't often clash with good results.

Of course, we do have to warn: wishes made aren't always granted in the ways one might expect. The wishing pool is quite out of practice, and though it gets a gold star for effort, it's not usually very successful — unless, of course, your wish happens to be remarkably simple to grant! Wishing for something vague, like being happy, might result in wearing the face of a beloved storybook character or a friend of a friend rather than emotional adjustments or a sudden burst of cheer. Similarly, wishing for the knowledge to impress your date might bequeath the wisher with the knowledge of every romantic comedy known to man — while admittedly useful, it's probably not what you were hoping for.

If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. We're glad to give suggestions on ways your characters' wishes can come true! 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.

Have fun — we're wishing you all the best!

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[ Nate used to be very worried about the state of his body, preferring to hide it in multiple layers instead of showing it, ever. He was more often than not covered in nasty bruises growing up, a gangly, unwieldy teenager in a body that didn’t suit the life he wanted to live. But since he became an adult, he had started to accept his fate more, and work to make his body his own, and to make himself stronger. Then he’d gotten the serum and he’d become a Legend and he had to work even harder to keep up. And now he was well-attuned with his body, and had grown out of being worried about what he looks like. He knows he looks good, nowadays.

But that doesn’t mean he’s entirely used to being naked in front of a beautiful, beautiful woman who’s herself fully dressed. It’s a strange feeling, a little worrying if she hesitates, but turns out Caitlin doesn’t. She takes his hand and sits back on his lap, kisses him hard, and Nate leans into it, arches his chest against hers, fingers curling tight into her clothes.

He didn’t expect this, when he woke up this morning. Of course, he didn’t expect to be turned into an exhibitionist, either, but overall... things are looking up Heywood. ]

( This is hardly what Caitlin had planned when she'd offered to come back here with Nate. She really honestly had meant innocently to try to help him outsmart the wishing well by finding a way to put his clothes on. That said, she sure as hell isn't going to complain.

It's been a little longer than Caitlin would like to admit since she's been with a man, mostly because life has been so hectic lately that she hasn't really had time to even try to meet new men. Well, at least, back home that was her excuse. Here, she supposes it's just that she's a little awkward about approaching the conversation with a man that she finds attractive to let him know that, yes, she finds him attractive, but also, she'd like to sleep with him.

At least she doesn't have to have, hopefully, that conversation with Nate, since they appear to have found an organic way to move in that direction as it is.

Feeling his fingers curl into her clothes a little tighter, Caitlin breaks their kiss to take a breath, looking mildly ashamed for having completely failed on joining him to even some degree in his state of undress.

While Caitlin might appear to be mostly fairly demure, the reality is that she just doesn't often get the chance to express this part of herself and she certainly doesn't show it to just anyone. But right now, she's a woman with needs, so after the flicker of shame for her fail fades away again, she's already working toward getting her shirt unbuttoned so that she can shrug it off. If she's fumbling a little with it, it's hardly nerves; it's more anticipation already rolling in her stomach. )

[ Nate licks his lips as he watches Caitlin works her shirt open; he’s offer his help but he knows he’d fumble just as bad, preferring to just watch her and not complicate things. He knows his eyes are wide, pupils blown as he looks at Caitlin, taking her in as much as he can because he isn’t sure he will ever get to again, and he might as well make the most of it, wanting to touch, kiss, and taste every inch of skin she reveals as she undies her shirt.

While she’s still unbuttoning it, Nate leans in, pressing his lips to her collarbone, eyes closing as he breathes in, before moving down, kissing his way to the swell of her breast, taking his time to just feel the beat of her heart underneath. ]

( Caitlin's heart is racing, partially out of nerves because that's sort of natural for her when she's delving into something new and, in Cadelle so far, this is technically new. What she wants more than anything is to be able to embrace the atmosphere here and approach men she finds attractive, unafraid and uninhibited.

That's just not Caitlin, though, so she'll take her opportunities when they present themselves. Having a repeat with Nate would be amazing, but if she can't have that, then she's going to enjoy every second of this as much as she possibly can.

She shrugs the shirt off and her hands, now unoccupied, move to the back of Nate's head as he kisses his way down her chest. Her fingers move to rake lightly at his scalp and neck and she utters a soft moan of approval that bears his name, breathless and wanton. )

[ Nate lets his fingers drift down along Caitlin’s back once her shirt is off, taking in smooth skin and applying gentle pressure along the dips of her spine, as he keeps kissing her, moving from one breast to the other, mouthing along the cups of her bra. He groans softly at her fingers in his hair, enjoying it much more than he can even say.

It feels stupid to ask now if she’s sure she wants to do this, even if he’s sure she didn’t expect this, just like he didn’t. ]

I feel like it needs to be said that I did not anticipate for this to happen, [ he ends up saying, words a little muffled as he says them against her skin, unwilling to move away. ] But I’m far from being displeased.

[ Pretty obvious, that, considering how hard he is. ]

( His words muffled against her chest make her laugh a little, however breathless it sounds when it bubbles up and out of her. )

Yeah, this was not my original plan, either, I promise.

( She moves a hand to tilt his chin up so that she can kiss him on the mouth. After a moment, she draws back a little and grins, lips kiss swollen and face flushed. )

I'm pretty far from displeased, myself. Are you going to help me with these or should I just stand up and do it all myself?

( Her clothes, she means, obviously. )

[ With a grin, Nate leans back for a moment, just looking at Caitlin because he can, and she’s beautiful, her chest flushed and her body arching towards his own. ]

I don’t know, I feel like I’ve given you a pretty solid strip tease, so maybe you should too.

[ It’s only a tease, and he makes that obvious when he reaches out for her again, fingers easily finding the knot that ties her shorts closed, undoing it and pulling at her waistband to allow the shorts to slide down her legs. ]

( That comment earns Nate a patronizing look, but all the same, she's about to do exactly that when he breaks his own resolve and reaches for her again. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth and her eyes move over his body again.

They should...stop or slow down or something, shouldn't they? Or, if they're really going to do this — and good Lord does Caitlin want to... )

Do you have anything? I mean, do you have condoms or anything...?

( The question sounds loud and out of place in her ears, given the quiet playful moment, but the words slip out before she can stop them or reformulate them into something a little less jarring. )

[ He licks his lips as he watches the clothes fall off of Caitlin, his eyes dark with wanting. If she wanted to stop now, or to slow down, he’d understand, and he’d respect it, but it’s pretty obvious how aroused he is.

But she asks about condoms, and Nate nods, reaching out into his bedside table drawer to pull out a strip of them. ]

Visited the clinic the other day.

[ He doesn’t say why. He’s not made it a secret that he doesn’t really plan to be monogamous, or that he’s dating around. But there’s no reason to ruin the mood by talking about someone else. ]

If you mean lube... [ He swipes a finger over his own chest, collecting some oil with a half shrug. Back to teasing. ]

( Nate neither says why he'd been to the clinic the other day, nor does Caitlin ask. She probably ought to, but she's in the moment and the fact that he wants to sleep with her right now doesn't mean she's entitled to know his personal business, so she doesn't. She just reaches for the strip of condoms and tears the bottom one off the rest. )

No...

( She can't stop herself from laughing a little as he swipes a finger over his chest. )( At that, she hands the single condom back to him so that she can finish undressing. )

[ It's better with the mood like this - charged with tension, but also light enough that they can tease, joke around. He licks his lips as he takes the condom, leaning back on the bed a little, eyes fixed on Caitlin as she takes her underwear off. His cock jerks as her breasts spill out, hands closing around the sheets instead of reaching out just yet.

When he talks again, his voice is low with arousal, but also still amused. ]

How do you want me?

( Caitlin grins a little bit, coyly, with her teeth catching her bottom lip between them. This is actually happening right now, she's hooking up with one of the Legends, right now. Some tiny, rebellious part of her — Killer Frost, probably — is feeling very smug and proud of herself. )

Right where you are.

( She finishes undressing and moves to straddle him again, leaning down to kiss him once more. )

[ Not that the Legends are that Legendary most of the time, but you know, Nate's not going to complain if she wants to feel smug about getting it on with him. He grins, leaning back a tiny bit more as Caitlin finishes undressing, tongue flicking against his bottom lip as she joins him again on the bed.

His hands reach up to her hair, kissing her intently, body relaxing against hers, arching to press up against hers, legs spreading. ]

( This feels entirely too good; she really shouldn't be here, because now she's sort of taking advantage of the situation created by the wishing well that she'd been actively trying to get him out of.

But then again, is it really taking advantage if he seems just as into this as she is? Probably not, right?

She hopes not.

Caitlin shifts to lower herself onto him, a soft moan, succinct and breathy, escapes her, her muscles clenching around him. )

Nate...

[ It's totally not taking advantage if he's into it. She's absolutely not taking advantage, because he definitely wants it. He is a 100% an active, enthusiastic participant.

Maybe all of the work they've put in beforehand should be considered foreplay, because they don't really take their time, the moment they're both naked. Nate's got the condom on easily - surprisingly so, considering the slipperiness of his fingers - and Caitlin is moving over him, sinking down onto his cock with a noise that has him biting his lip hard. ]

I've got you.

( Wetting her lips, Caitlin feels some unexpected comfort in those words. It isn't as though she'd been feeling uncomfortable, because she certainly wouldn't be doing this if she had, but she can appreciate that they're connecting right now on a pretty damn intimate level and it feels comforting to have him acknowledge that in a verbal way. Or maybe she's making that up to make herself feel a little less self-conscious and a little more in the moment.

Caitlin leans down to kiss him again as her hips rock in his lap and her fingertips dig into his shoulders to help her balance herself as she moves. )

[ Nate would hate for any sex to be met with discomfort, or too much self-critical thoughts behind it. Not that he doesn't overthink things himself, because he definitely does, but at least, sex is one of these things he can, more often than not, take for what it is - at least, while it's happening.

Afterwards? Well, anything is fair game, but during? He tends to enjoy the pleasure completely overshadowing all the questions that are generally running through his brain.

And hopefully, Caitlin is in the same boat, willing to just make the most of the moment. She kisses him, and Nate leans up into it, touching her as much as he can, hands wanting to be everywhere on her at once, hips rocking up to meet hers. ]

( Nate feels perfect; inside her, his hands on her, his kiss. Caitlin wonders how much of that is Nate himself and how much because they're coming together like this and there's a weight in the act that wouldn't be there if they were sitting on the couch groping at one another over clothes like teenagers.

But she's going to go with it, because it feels good and why punish herself asking too many questions right now when she has all the time in the world later if she really feels so inclined. Hopefully, she won't.

Caitlin's hips rock with a little more fervor, needy and wanton in his lap and she breaks the kiss to take a shaking breath, looking down at him with eyes half-lidded. )

I feel like we should make this A Thing.

( The sex, not the awkward build up to it, obviously. )

[ Nate groans against Caitlin, tipping his head down to press his lips to her breasts, eyes closed tightly as his movements make her lean back on his lap a little, arched into his hold. Every move is sending sparks throughout his whole body, in the most pleasant way possible, and Nate moans into all of it, his nerve endings alight and living.

He can't help the way he chuckles, pressing the noise into the swell of her breast, when she speaks. It makes something interesting bloom in his chest, too. Later, they probably will have to talk about exactly what Thing she wants, because he knows he can't, won't commit right now, but.

He also wants her. A lot. Pulling back, he looks up at Caitlin, how dark her eyes are, the flush in her cheeks. ]

We definitely should, yes.

( With an agreement that this won't have to be just a one time thing that she can embarrassingly feel dirty about later, Caitlin picks up her pace, more fervor lighting through her body at the validation that she's not the only one who'd like to do this again sometime.

The faster she moves against him, the closer she can feel her climax creeping up to spill over and Caitlin's breath staggers; her body shudders above him and her back arches into his touches, interrupting her smooth rhythm just enough to make her whimper and focus to fix it.

His name starts to spill from her lips, first quietly and then rather louder, volume increasing with each repetition as she draws nearer and nearer still to coming completely undone. )

[ After all, Nate is only human - why would he refuse to have more sex with a gorgeous, clever, incredible human? Someone like Caitlin doesn't exactly come around every day, and he should make the most of every second she chooses to spend with him.

And he's completely transfixed as Caitlin moves above him, how she rocks and rolls and shivers and moans, how she clenches around him and draws noises from him as well, his own hips rocking up to meet hers, even if the position restrains him a little. He can feel how it builds up inside her, how her rhythm is getting more erratic, and Nate drinks it in, loving how she's losing control, wanting to see more of it already.

And it's not like he's not an active participant, either. Holding her, he eats it all up, grunting with every thrust, with every shift of her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his mouth watering with how much he wants to taste her. ]

( It only takes another minute or so, because Caitlin's focus is tunnel visioned and Nate is the only thing in the center. She's already close, partially because it's been a while and she's lost some stamina to hold back in the interim, but mostly because he's Nate. She's always secretly found him to be incredibly attractive, but she'd never thought she'd be in this position, literally or figuratively.

When orgasm finally crashes over her, Caitlin cries out and her rocking motion jerks out of sync a couple of times before she can regain control of her movements enough to get back to it. The last thing she wants is to leave Nate in the lurch, after all.

Fingernails dig into his shoulders where her hands are settled to keep her balance and her head falls back, back arching toward him as she comes with his name on her lips. )

[ Watching Caitlin come is like... well. It's a little surreal, how hot it is, how hot she is, how he can feel her clench around him and it makes him moan, loud and wanton, holding on tightly to her as she jerks on his lap. It's definitely surreal, not something he's ever thought he'd get to see.

He groans again, before flipping them over, unable to resist laying her down on his bed as she keeps jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, immediately picking up a quick rhythm, a hand planted by her head, the other between their bodies, fingers pressed against her clit. It's not like he expects her to come again before he does, but he might as well keep her going for as long as he can.

Not that he's going to last much longer, sweat beading on his brow, his limbs feeling a little like jelly, her body so tight around him it keeps on sending sharp spikes of pleasure up his spine. ]

Oh, God -

[ Yeah, not lasting much longer at all. There he is, one, two, three more thrusts, and he's coming himself, his arm trembling as he tries not to fall on top of Caitlin and crush her. ]

( It's almost over-stimulation, delicately toeing the line between incredibly pleasurable and a little too much when Nate guides her through her aftershocks. Her body shudders beneath him and she clings, fingernails digging into his shoulders and back, after he flips them over.

And when Nate comes not far behind her, her fingers loosen their grip to move into his hair and to the side of his face to guide him back to kiss her again, humming appreciatively against his lips when she does. )

[ Nate's toes curl in the sheets as he rides the waves of his orgasm, eyes closed tight and hairs standing on end over his whole body. He tenses, then relaxes, in increments, muscles loosening as endorphins flood his system.

He falls over to Caitlin's side, still not willing to crush her, an arm above his head, the other on his stomach as he lets his breathing regulate. Then, he turns to Caitlin, smiling softly. ]

Hey.

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