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EVENT: SING FOR YOUR SUPPER.

Good morning, Cadelle. As you wake from what should have been a restful night's sleep, you'll start to notice a tickle in your throat, the kind that feels like you might be able to cough it away, or in a worst case scenario, swallow down with a few gulps of water. However, no matter how many glasses of dihydrogen monoxide you tip back or how many times you try to clear your throat, that lingering feeling remains. It's a good thing most people are quiet when they first wake...

By the time you've had your first cup of caffeinated beverage of choice and feel up to interacting with other people — which, depending on your personal preferences might be mid-morning or perhaps late afternoon — you might notice that the tickle has gotten considerably worse. It's more insistent, like an itch begging to be scratched or a grey hair just demanding to be plucked away, and every minute it's ignored only aggravates it more. So, eventually, you'll give in. You'll open your mouth to say something, only to realize you're not saying anything at all.

▸ Maybe it's time for your coffee break...

▸ Or perhaps a kinder good morning is the way to start your day.

▸ Or, just possibly, you might greet the day with a question. What is this feeling, you might ask...

But whether you're expecting caffeine or kind greetings or even just answers from your own personal AI, song is probably the last thing on the list of possibilities. Unfortunately, it's also your reality. Try not to panic too much — after all, characters in crisis often have the most dramatic solos.

It may put your mind — or maybe just your pride — at ease to realize that it's not you who's been blessed by the angel of music. In fact, it seems the whole city is affected — everyone from the shopkeepers to your neighbors seem to be singing, and for once, it appears nobody's off-key. (Talk about a blessing.)

So, while it may not be your ideal method of communication, you'll just have to take it like a man... at least for now. Who knows? Maybe you'll even start to like it. Pull up a chair, get comfortable, find someone to chat to, pick a little, talk a little. But whatever you do, don't try to resist it, because... well, you know.

You can't stop the beat!

How did all this come to be? Well, we're sure you're familiar with the age-old tale of the little mermaid — but, just in case, we'll give you a quick tl;dr. Mermaid girl wants legs, trades her voice in a sketchy back-alley deal with a sea witch of questionable allegiance, and has to mack on a dude of her choice or give up her bodily autonomy. Totally normal kids' fare.

What does that have to do with Cadelle? Maybe you're familiar with the redheaded girl who lives in the bright pink house? Yeah, that's Clary, our own little mermaid, who stuck around in a magical pool so long that she needed the help of the Energem to un-mermaid herself. Unfortunately, she didn't wish quite clearly enough, so the wish stone got more of the Disney movie musical vibe than any ideas of redheads with legs. Not that Clary didn't get her legs. She did, obviously, but she also accidentally bequeathed the entire city with this great gift of song.

We know, you're excited. Feel free to send her your thanks. Singing telegrams are always in fashion!

Of course, characters are unlikely to know the hows and whys of this particular event. Unless they ask Clary herself, they'll only know that they've woken up feeling unable to resist the urge to sing their hearts out. Those that resist will only suffer until they give in, with a sore throat and thick tongue that demands to be treated, and relief will only come from the first notes of song.

As far as song choices are concerned, feel free to play this in any way that strikes your fancy! We chose Broadway mostly because two thirds of your mod team has extremely niche interests, but you're welcome to choose popular music, your favorite Disney classics, a retro r&b or rap beat, or maybe even some original lyrics of your very own. This could be your chance to blossom into the next Lin-Manuel Miranda!

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.

Have fun, and don't forget — sing from your diaphragm, please! No breathy solos!

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You know, I had noticed that about you. [But it's said with extreme fondness. It is who she is, after all, and he loves her for that.] It will be our little secret.

I do know Diana! She's a delight, a good friend. You know Diana?

[And then he pauses, considering, thinking back to a network conversation and the extensive talk he and Diana had had when she'd come with him on his hiking and ingredients-gathering expedition.]

You know Diana well, I suspect. Captain Trevor, by chance?

She's mentioned me. [In other words, yes. He does know her well.] If you're a friend of Diana's, you could just call me Steve.

[His own friends had, after all.]

Oh, I think once or twice in passing. [So much. Magnus knows so much about you, Steve. They have Gossiped.]

Steve, then. Diana came with me when I went out gathering ingredients for potions and we found a lot to talk about. It's really a pleasure to meet you at last.

You shouldn't believe everything you hear. [Even if he's had to believe more than ever lately.]

Potions. Like chemistry?

[ laurel is coming home while thea is leaving and she hurries forward because she ???? missed her best friend. there's nothing more to it than that, but then she sees laurel's face and pauses, reaching out to take her hands. ]

Laur... you okay?

Oh, it's been good! All of it, very good. She said some very nice things.

[This is delivered earnestly, which is impressive considering inwardly he's laughing a lot. They hadn't gotten particularly racy, but only because they'd exchanged Knowing Looks and moved on, and that had almost been better.]

It is chemistry. Just, well, magical chemistry. I brew potions in cauldrons with hand-gathered ingredients, open flame, all of it.

[robbie's not ashamed to admit that he's not the brightest bulb in the box, nor is he especially verbose, or a furious texter, preferring to converse in action and gesture, but a game of charades sounds about as enjoyable as breaking out into song again, which means he'll just plod along with the scribbling on the page.]

everyone i've met so far today.

[which was an admittedly short list, but maybe vasquez hasn't bumped into that many people who have and perhaps it's not everyone. there's hoping at any rate.]

there was the girl in the coffee shop. and me. and now you. have you met others who have been singing?

[maybe mick should being exercising his right to remain silent. does cadelle have miranda rights? it's a good question that mick should ask his attorney... if he ever gets one. but he's certainly not being quiet as he tugs at his restraints.]

That asshole. He tried to stiff me. Bought eight rounds of drinks. Expensive ones too. And then he tried to dash.

[an angry grunt followed by a firm tug, and mick manages to pull free from the beat cops grasp for a second. he turns his head and offers a shrug. to his credit though, mick doesn't bother running.]

If you'd have been there. If you'd have seen it. I bet you you would have done the same.

( well, there isn't much to say to that, is there? caroline only laughs, shaking her head as she tips it back, gulping down a hefty swig of her drink. it burns a little, taken this much at once, but no more so than the ridiculous tingling in her throat that comes as she thinks up her own answer — and it's song, just like the others. the urge is far too strong, even after a swallow of whiskey; she can't resist it. )

Are we gonna do this or what? I think you know I like you a lot, but you're about to miss your shot... ( a pause, grinning like the cat that ate the canary before she continues: ) Are you gonna kiss me or not?

[They're going to run out of space on the page, which makes Vasquez grimace because the last thing he wants is to somehow get roped back into singing because of this. Wrinkling his nose, he can feel something itching, like he wants to be singing again, but he has to fight it.]

Everyone I've come across. Including me, which is no good.

[He'd come here, specifically, to see if Robbie was affected, but now that he knows, the trouble is, that's not very helpful.]

How do we make it STOP?

[That one is underlined, pressed hard into the paper.]

I suppose I wouldn't have expected anything else. [Considering everything Diana's said to him since his arrival here.] She may still be exaggerating a little.

[Not everything she says about him can be true, surely.]

What is the purpose of these potions?

Just the one secret between us, then? No other secrets? I don't know how I feel about that.

( Diana picks up the strain of the song then and against her better judgment, begins to sing along. )

He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame?

[Oh look, an easy decision that doesn't require any kind of singing. That's the one mild relief of this, which means he can aggressively step into the space between them and press a hand to the small of her back so he can kiss her, hard, bending down to close the gap between them.

When he eases back, he knows that he's in trouble with the singing, but he doesn't mind so much now, his lips tingling a little.]

You don't love me at all, but don't think that it bothers me at all. You're so damn hot.

Do you want there to be other secrets? Ones just for us?

( physicality's a language that doesn't require translation. his hand to her lower back just tugs her in closer, her own hands finding balance with a grip to his upper arms; there's no attempt to do anything but meet his aggression with some of her own, enthusiasm blooming with every second.

when he pulls back to sing — again — caroline can only roll her eyes, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip before she snaps back a reply. this time, it's a little more top 40... but then, country girls aren't quite this rude. )

Oh, just shut up and put your money where your mouth is.

( and if he won't? well, caroline will just do the damn thing herself, arching on tiptoes to meet him, a hand snaking around the back of his head to yank him where he needs to be. cowboy strength, meet your match. )

[He laughs, a deep and rough sound in his chest, sliding his fingers over her hips playfully, slowly, before he settles for holding onto her hips for when she leans in close the space between them. It's a good thing he doesn't want to sing right now, though his plan to stop that seems to work, what with making sure that not a peep can come out with his kissing her.

Maybe he gets a little involved, too, using his hands on her waist and sliding them down to grab her ass, hauling her in the air just a little, back arching a little to adjust to the weight of her in his hands.]

Oh, they have all kinds of uses. How many uses does medicine have? So far, hangover cures have sold well. There isn't much illness here, but if someone doesn't want to put up with the sniffles, I have something for that. Sleeping potions are popular, especially dreamless sleep.

[He looks a little sad for a moment.]

A night of dreamless sleep means a lot to a lot of people here.

Back before I came here ['home' isn't exactly the word he wants here, because the war and the countries where it was fought are far from his home] I had a friend who could have benefited from some dreamless sleep.

[And he won't lie, sometimes the thought of it appeals to him, too.]

[Magnus slants a look at Steve, wondering if he wouldn't mind a night or two of dreamless sleep too.]

I'm sorry to hear it. I hope he finds his peace somewhere in the world. Of course, if he ends up here, I can help with that. And if you'd like to come by for anything, I'll give you the friends-and-family discount.

I'll keep that in mind.

[He doesn't need anything right now, but he might one day, and it's nice to know where he could get it from.]

Where did you learn how to make these potions?

[it's hardly easy, but mick manages to pull off a few reasonably decent dance moves as he shuffles to and fro. a well-timed nod and mick picks up where diana's left off.

it makes him miss martin stein more than he cares to admit. of course, the singing distraction then had had a purpose. this? he's not so sure beyond providing embarrassing fodder for the regulars at the bar to rub in his face, which would just result in a feedback loop of aggression until they sent him packing.

and despite that rather sobering fact, the words continue to pour from him in the form of song.]

I popped him good. And I'd do it again.

[robbie offers a shrug of his shoulders. he's no closer to a solution to this than vasquez regarding their plight. and since they'd begun to scribble responses back and forth, he's found that his throat itches again. fighting the urge to burst into song continues to be an issue, apparently, but robbie grimaces and fights his way through the pain.]

no clue, hombre. there's gotta be someone smarter than mewho knows though. maybe we should go to city hall? or the university?

[Or maybe they should just start to drink because if they do that, at least no one's going to be singing, unless it's through a gargled mouthful of liquor. Taking the pencil, he goes to write, but apparently he's only ignored his singing for so long, because his voice won't let him write this one down.]

Declare this an emergency, come on and spread a sense of urgency and pull us through.

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