EVENT: SING FOR YOUR SUPPER.

[cuddlemods]

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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▸ QUESTIONS.

[cuddlemods]

RAISE YOUR HAND.

Any questions? We've (probably) got answers! If there's anything we can answer about this event, whether it's specific to your unique plotting dreams or more of a general gameplay inquiry, please don't hesitate to let us know! We know there's a lot to see and do, and we're here for you to make this event one from your wildest dreams... or not. Let us know, cuddlers! — xoxo The Cuddle City Mods

robbie reyes ▸ota

[acuerdo]

breakfast foods

[it's just like any morning in cadelle, robbie wakes up, brushes his teeth, lets out his dog, grabs a cup of coffee at home before heading off to the bakery that's on his way to work. it's early as hell and he's never been especially chatty (or observant) first thing in the morning. but even robbie can't miss the way people have burst into showtunes and pop-punk classics around him.

as for robbie? when it's his turn at the counter and the gal so artfully asks him what he'd like this morning, well, it's pretty clear that maybe his girlfriend's zumba playlist has been rubbing off on him because the spice girls is definitely not a robbie reyes kind of thing.]

I'll tell you what I want what I really really want.

[his eyes widen, he claps a hand over his mouth and if he could stop himself he would, but the girl calls back without a moment of hesitation. so tell me what you want what you really really want.]

I wanna... I wanna... I wanna... wanna... I really really really really want a bagel.

[cue the groaning that comes after. feel free to laugh. feel free to join in. robbie's just going to dance around as he waits for the bagel to be toasted and try not to murder anyone with his eyes.]

works hard for the money

[after his rather embarrassing impromptu girl band performance while he got his morning bagel on, robbie heads to work in complete silence. the low grade shame has put a damper on his mood, and to be perfectly honest? he's wondering if he's coming down with something because his throat feels scratchy and he can't clear it enough. but he shrugs it off as he unlocks the garage for the morning, lifting the doors and flipping on the lights. he turns the radio on as is part of his morning routine, though today he's almost a little worried that more pop is going to be the death of him. thankfully, all that greets him are the familiar sounds of the classic rock that normally fill the garage. robbie has three cars to work on today the first? a lincoln continental. as the sounds of a familiar tune come through the speakers, robbie finally succumbs to the urge to sing.]

wildcard

[it's like it says on the tin. got something in mind? want a custom starter? come say hi to me on discord @ heatwave#1853 or on plurk at rambaldis. i'm down for whatever. robbie's musical leanings tend toward classic rock and west coast hip hop with some spanish pop songs thrown in the mix, but as can be seen, i'm happy to embarass mr. too-cool-for-school with things he'd never sing like "wannabe". so if you think he should belt out a xtina classic or if iyaz is more your style, holla at ya girl. i'm probably going to agree and cackle right along with you.]

money money money

[quinientos]

[Well, coming into the garage and hearing the singing answers the question Vasquez had come here to solve. Case closed, he should just leave before something terrible happens, only once Reyes starts singing, Vasquez can't help his amused snicker, because it is very amusing.

Even if he knows this is going to bite him in the ass.]

Just give me the news. It can all be lies.

[If he were himself, then this would be embarrassing and awful, but whatever is making him sing is actually making him better. Strange as that is. Still, he's not exactly happy looking about it.]

[acuerdo]

[singing along to a song on the radio is one thing. not all too unusual when it's the kind of music that he listens to, but when he's greeted at work by a singing cowboy, robbie has to blink for a moment because:

a. vasquez isn't that bad

and perhaps a bit more unsettling

b. he feels the urge to reply tickling at his throat.

robbie fights it for as long as he can, but past experience has already shown him that not singing is just an exercise in discomfort. so with a sigh, he snaps his fingers to a beat in his head, curses kimberly's playlist again and lets the words tumble forth.]

What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now.

[it would be a great song and dance number if robbie wasn't grimacing between pauses between lines.]

Lady Loki | OTA

[frostedire]

Land of Loki

Of all the indignities that had come with being human for almost a week, the worst part had been feeling so mundane. For his entire life, he'd called upon his magic in small ways every day, and suddenly being cut off from it had been like losing a limb or one of his senses. When he’d woken in the morning and had felt that familiar pulse returned, the joy had been so great, he'd immediately changed shape a dozen times, and on a wild whim, he'd settled back into the female shape she'd once worn for almost an entire year, a princess of Asgard from head to toe.

She'd warned Thor that this might happen, so this should be no surprise to him, at least. The surprise (to her and to everyone) comes when she's striding along the street, back in her armor (now cut for all her curves) and enjoying the new sway in her step, and slowly becomes aware that there are several people keeping pace with her. Strutting with her, in fact, and she pauses mid-step to ask what exactly they think they're doing when all six of them fling up their arms in unison and belt out in a beautiful harmony:

"LOKIIIII! LO-O-OKIIIII! LOOOKIII!"

—and she simply knows when it's time to step forward and pose, the very image of beneficence, blessing everyone around her by her sheer presence. She knows when it’s time to start singing—"Leave expectations at the door, just let your eyes explore this curvaceous new physique, who knows, it might be here all week"—and after a flawlessly choreographed dance routine, there’s an ending pose, applause from the onlookers, and then the spell appears to be broken. Loki herself looks absolutely flummoxed, but her backup dancers are already wandering back to what they’d been doing before falling into step. Were you one of those backup dancers, or maybe you just caught the show?

If Love Were All

It’s a very different Loki walking through the park at dusk. The showstopper attitude is nowhere to be found now. Taking this female form has brought back a lot more memories than she’d been prepared for, memories about growing up on Asgard when things hadn’t been so terrible, long before she’d learned the truth of her parentage, when she could still run around and play tricks and people laughed. Sometimes at her, yes, but sometimes with her, too. It had been a good life before her jealousy had really begun to take hold.

She even heaves a little sigh as she arrives at a gazebo and trails a hand along the railing. She's never had the urge to sing her feelings out before, but now it feels perfectly natural, and the feeling wells within her until it has to burst out: "I believe in doing what I can," she sings, spinning along the edge of the railing, “in crying when I must, in laughing when I choose.” She’s reached the steps now and climbs them to wind an arm around one of the supports and lean out. "Hey ho, if love were all...I should be lonely…"

It’s not a duet yet, but some passerby might just hear and decide to turn it into one.

Wildcard

[Just what it says! Hit me with another song, have her stumble upon someone singing their own melancholy lament, whatever you like! Prose or brackets are fine, and hit me up at voxmyriad or PM if you want to figure out something more specific! Loki will probably be Lady Loki through this whole event.]

Isabelle Lightwood | ota

[sororis]

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELING LIKE P DIDDY

Isabelle's day starts like most of them have in Cadelle, waking up around 10am when there's no more ignoring the sun shining through her curtains, and checking her phone for any missed messages, while she gets ready to face the day. She doesn't realize the fact that her shower-singing has been improved by more than just bathroom acoustics, at first, not even as she's scouring her closet with the usual what am I going to wear today and it comes out beautifully, because she always sounds marvelous, excuse you.

I'M OUT THE DOOR I'M GONNA HIT THIS CITY

She doesn't have plans today, has the night off work, so she's heading out on the town, stopping first for coffee, and that's when it sets in that something's a little off: when she can't help but sing her cappuccino order to the unusually frazzled-looking barista, who sings his confirmation right back at her, and they harmonize on their thank yous.

After shooting off a few texts to see if any of her friends know what the hell is going on, she shrugs it off and continues on, first stop is the gym, before heading to a few shops, and having a lot of the same interactions. Everyone is singing. Everyone seems unable not to. Some are rolling with it a little better than others, and since Izzy has been one to live her life like she's on stage, well. She's embracing her latest rock star persona until given a good reason not to.

In fact, if anyone seems particularly distressed by their life turning into a musical, Izzy might even have a song for them.

WHEN I LEAVE FOR THE NIGHT I AIN'T COMIN' BACK

After a full day of shopping and catching up with friends, Izzy's finding that itch in her throat to be harder and harder to scratch, so she heads for The Deviant, for the noise and the distraction, and maybe to find someone to duet with.

BUT THE PARTY DON'T STOP, NO

[→If your character knows Izzy, feel free to assume she texted them about this madness, and I'm happy to actually inbox that or thread it here if you'd like.
→ If you'd like another option, hit me up at Isonen or pm me or just hit me with your starter, I'm open! ♥]

The Deviant

[frostedire]

After a day filled with song, it feels like the last thing Loki would want to do is head to a club, but it's been a long time since she's taken this shape out for a spin and she happens to be in the mood to show off. There's never a bad time for that. And whatever curse has befallen the city has also gifted its residents with decent singing voices, it seems, so the various medleys and showstoppers that she participates in at least sound good.

It makes for slow progress, but when she slips into a corner of the bar for some silent observation, she immediately observes a dark-haired beauty standing on a table in tall and sparkling heels, singing for the circle of admirers around her. Loki catches her eye and smiles a slow and deliberate smile, but she doesn't get up again right away, just crosses her legs to let the long green skirt fall away to a dangerously high point and takes a casual sip of her cocktail.

When she wearies of her suitors, Loki will be waiting.

Jefferson Jackson | OTA

[scrimshanding]

No, I ain't got no dancing shoes.

It's his day off but Jax occasionally takes on side-projects. You know, for something to do. Something that isn't spending his morning playing video games (as fun as that downtime is). Something to get him out his apartment and running into people.

He enjoys the opportunity to work on things that might not make it to the garage. Today, he's out his door with a bigger water bottle than usual. And it doesn't automatically hit Jax that something is up. He's out very bright and early this morning. Most people are still asleep. Eventually, however, as he makes his way through town - with the occasional pit stops - he notices things are a little ... broadway.

A little too broadway. And, at first, he just manages to avoid being pulled into pop-dance sequences that'd make Britney weep tears of joy. Sure, he stops a little. He oogles, a lot. He caught sight of the baker doing the tango. How could he not? But he keeps out of it. At first.

And Jax starts to think that whatever is going on? Well, maybe it's skipped him. He's glad of it. Because while he's not bad with a tune, he's not into self-embarrassment. (Most of the time) It doesn't hit Jax right away how eerily pitch-perfect everyone is. Or that the scratching in his throat was more than an incoming cold.

It doesn't quite hit him until - crouched down by the motorcycle he's repairing - half way through using his toolbox and wrench as a drum kit while he literally whistles as he works.

Sing us a song, the piano man.

It's been a hard day of work. Craving something simple but delish, he heads to Dinah's. The first thing he spots - after his eye catches a smiling waiter's - is a bold sign restricting Tom Jones over the jukebox. After a day of randomly belting out tunes, he can't help a chuckle of appreciation tinged with relief.

From what he's noticed, he doesn't actually need a song to play to feel inspired. However, there is no reason to give this impulsive desire to sing - his or anyone else's - any encouragement. Jax settled himself and cleared his throat. He'd managed to make it from his last job to the diner without any incidents. The way his throat was insistently scratching him, he had a feeling it wouldn't last through dinner. But he could hope. He could really and truly hope.

The cute waiter came up and handed him a handed him a menu. Jax opened his mouth to ask for the special, momentarily caught up in brown eyes, and out came: Woo, baby boy, what's your name? Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink.

Could the ground open up for him? Could he just turn into a puddle, the ground open up, and just swallow him? Could it? Please.

(Because it couldn't have at least been Usher?)


Take it back now y'all
One hop this time, one hop this time

Despite the day, Jax finds himself at the B-Side. The outbreak of singing and dancing, while highly annoying, hadn't quite rubbed him in a bad way. In fact, it had left him wanting to find albums he hadn't checked out in ages. Old diddy's that used to play out while he was a kid. He's searching through the classic R & B section, when a song comes on. Something he can't help but shake his hips to.

Wildcard;
[ if you want to do something different. just let me know; PM me or plurk me @backseatsmallfry. i am good with anything and everything (though jax would prefer hip hop, r and b, soul, and motown. he does know his disney music too :-D). i am fine with prose or brackets. ]

Diana Prince | OTA | will match format

[ischyros]

waking up

( It starts when she wakes up in the morning and she's headed to work at the museum. Once she's out the door and on the sidewalk, Diana starts singing about how she's working 9 to 5, how the boss man is putting her down but she's doing all right. None of these things are accurate, naturally, but she can't help the song warbling out anyway and she shakes her hips as she walks down the street, absolutely unable to control it. )

They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter...

holding out for a hero?

( Diana leaves the museum at lunch and texts Steve, hoping to meet him for lunch somewhere in the city. When she makes it to one of the little cafes that dot the city streets and he's still not there yet, she hops up on a table and starts feeling that urge again, that tickle in her throat, and she picks up a rolled pack of silverware and starts belting the following song. )

Where have all the good men gone? And where are all the Gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?

wildcard!

if you have another idea, leave me a start or send a PM to this journal and we can work it out!

did someone say hero?

[icansavetoday]

[He's a few minutes late in meeting Diana for lunch, so by the time he makes it there, she's well into her current musical selection. This is quite the way to spend the day, that's for sure, but at least it's not just him having to deal with this. And luckily the morning hadn't been too embarrassing for anyone involved.

Things might be about to get a bit more embarrassing though, because by the time he makes it to Diana's table, he's fully involved in telling the entire cafe exactly how he feels about her.]

Every little thing she does is magic, everything she doe just turns me on.

[People can hear you, Steve.]

[ischyros]

( Weirdly enough, Diana knows every word to this song in spite of never having heard it before and also knows all the words to Steve's. She answers him back with a new song, one that is strikingly different from the previous selections. )

No other man's gonna do so I'm savin' all my love for you.

( Diana has no idea why she can't stop singing but at least she doesn't appear to be the only one. )

vasquez | ota

[quinientos]

i. not your average work day

[It's almost like a storm coming in over his head, something that he should notice. He doesn't, though, because he spends his morning drinking coffee and ignoring his phone (because that whole business of wishing himself modern still leaves a bad taste in his mouth).

When he does open his mouth to give instructions, he hears music. Worse, he can tell that it's coming from him, low and not as awful as he usually is, when singing his words.]

I'm still loaded and waiting, with anticipation to fly.

[It's all he manages before he gives his client an apologetic look. Opening his mouth, he tries again, but it happens again. At this rate, he's definitely not getting a good tip for today's lessons.]

You learn your lessons in the hardest time.

[Resolving to shut up and only use gestures for the rest of the lesson, Vasquez makes it to his smoke break, heading outside and hoping that because he's got a cigarette in his mouth, he'll be fine not to say anything.]

ii. proof you'll find it there

[He's not sure why he's come back to the same diner as before after his shift, maybe because it's a place that he can go without feeling completely humiliated. He knows everyone is singing, but the idea of embarrassing himself in song at one of the bars he likes to frequent is the furthest thing from his mind.

Of course, avoiding conversation is the best thing to do, but when someone sings to him and asks for his order, comments that he looks familiar, Vasquez sighs and knows that there's no avoiding it.]

I'm the same man now that I was when I changed.

[Grimacing, he gives in to the instinct to talk and sing.]

I saw my face in the mirror, though I know I've changed.

[Tapping the order on the menu for beer, needing a lot of them to get through the day.]

You got to serve something, ain't that right?

iii. hey, I heard you were a wild one

[Go crazy, let me know what you feel like. Vasquez is going to be pretty much in contemp-country world, with dips into indie and a little classic, but will be annoyed to have to sing at you. Ping me at lovelyambition if you want something specific!]

w-w-wildcard.

[gasping]

( the concept of singing along to a beat isn't a foreign one to caroline. when she'd been little, she'd sung in her local church choir; there's been plenty of opportunities as she got older, too, for singing along to the radio on drives through town or dancing in the mirror while getting read for a night out. she'd never shied away from a good beat, so why start now?

no, she's plenty happy to sing whenever and wherever the mood strikes, and this time, it just so happens to be as she crosses paths with a familiar looking man near the middle of town. out in the open, totally unaware; the perfect opportunity. he looks a little better-looking these days (if that's possible), the likely result of the shopping trip he'd mentioned, though she's a little bemused to notice that his phone is no longer front and center in his hands. modern life clearly didn't take well.

her rule of thumb thus far has been whatever comes to mind first, and now is no exception. with a wide grin that betrays just how amused she is about the whole situation, caroline belts out as greeting: ) Cowboy, take me away!

[quinientos]

[He gives her an annoyed look, even if it's tempered with a touch of amusement. The singing is good, the words make him laugh, but the annoyance creeps in because he can feel the itch in his throat making him want to open his mouth and sing something back. Worse, he'd rather be able to speak normally because after last time he saw her, he wasn't exactly normal.]

You know we're all victims, exactly like me. Victims of anything, and all the above.

[Still, he can definitely take her somewhere where they can drink, he knows that much. Gesturing towards the nearest bar, he knows that he can't directly just ask bluntly, but he can get at the point.]

Don't leave me hanging, don't leave me hanging, to start it all over again.

laurel lance | ota

[prosecutorial]

[Laurel's return to Cadelle is a quiet one. She doesn't make her way back to the apartment quite yet, not with everything that's changed, so she just takes a deep breath and finds the nearest bar. Tommy is gone, Oliver has abandoned her (again), and right now? She just wants to drink until she can't feel anything.

She slides onto a stool at CriminALES, unaware of any magical shenanigans that may be floating throughout the city, and order herself a drink. And then another. And then another. And then another. Until she's drunk enough that there's no resisting the magic, and she starts to sing, quietly, to herself.]

Something always brings me back to you. And it never takes too long. No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here, to the moment I'm gone ...

[She should probably think it's strange, that this is the path her evening has taken, but it feels good to finally get some of it off her chest so she's just going to keep going.]

You hold me without touch, you keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am, and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me.

[And it continues, verse after verse, line after line until she reaches the climax of the song and shoves her glass away.]

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down.
You're keeping me down.
You're on to me, on to me, and all over ...

[There's a beat as she manages to catch her breath, and she looks down at her hands again, as well as the device in front of her, trying to figure out where to start.]

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long ...

[Maybe she should go home. She should probably go home. And with that, she will slide off onto the stool, lose her balance, and stumble into the nearest person on her way out the door, and she blinks, before shaking her head.]

Oh. Sorry ... I'm sorry.

[Unfortunately, Laurel Lance has seen better days.]

[LAUREL IS BACK FROM HER CANONBUMP, five years older and five times sadder. Feel free to hit her up here, or at her updated OKCuddle.]

[shitmagnet]

[There's not that many things Frank's unwilling to do, but he has no intention of singing in public even as the itching in his throat starts to burn and blister. He used to make music once, old callouses on his left hand's fingertips testament to the stringed instrument of peace he used to wield. There used to be music in a place he used to call home. It was one of the only good things he could give to his kids.

Now there's only silence. Silence brooding over an empty glass of what was once pretty decent whiskey, right up until she clips him. He turns towards her, raising one arm as if he's expecting to catch her if she falls.]

Are you okay ma'am?

[prosecutorial]

No.

[If there's one thing to be said about drunk Laurel Lance, it's that she's a lot more emotionally aware. It's just that people aren't usually looking to hear her talk about her feelings anyway, just expect her to suck it up and be fine.

To accept things that hurt her without qualm or complaint.

Still, she doesn't want to burden a stranger so she just shakes her head a bit.]

But it's not your problem.

[She doesn't say it to be mean, but to let him off the hook. She's not going to be one of those sad drunks who spills her problems all over someone just because they're there.]

[withasouvenir]

[ 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?

[prosecutorial]

[She's a little more sober by the time she gets home, thanks to Frank, but she's still definitely a little sloshed. She also knows that Thea is ahead of her still, since she doesn't remember the cute bob cut she's currently sporting. She feels safe enough coming clean, even if all she really manages is a name.]

Tommy.

Steve Trevor | open

[icansavetoday]

If words could make wishes come true]

[He's out the door not long after he wakes up, so the tickle is barely noticeable by the time he leaves. Then it's a walk to the coffee shop, and then the police department after that. All this walking is good for one thing: thinking. And he's got the usual sorts of things on his mind today. What this place means for him, and for Diana, and for them together. By the time he gets to work, these thoughts have found their way into a song.]

If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save every day, till eternity passes away

Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite

[Lunch with Diana has left him in an improved mood, as time spent with her always does. He has to go back to work, of course, but those remaining hours feel like they'll pass in a hurry. Or maybe they'll drag on. He can't decide. Not that it really matters. The rest of his day will happen either way.

But it's got him thinking about being able to go home again, and the woman he shares that home with. And how lucky he is to do so.]

'Cause she's so high, high above me, she's so lovely

Wildcard

[Or maybe he comes across someone else doing some singing of their own.]

[coyandcryptic]

[Ever since he'd ventured out in search of coffee, the whole city has been twittering with song. Is it weird? Absolutely. Is there anything he can do about it? Not so far, and he's tried. But since the adventures with the wishing well, he's accepted that his magic has limits here.

It's already surprisingly easy to tune out the, well, the tunes, but some familiar lyrics get his attention, a song that's bound to attract the attention of any immortal who thinks about time semi-frequently. Instead of heading straight for his shop, Magnus detours in a U-turn to catch up to the singer and joins in.]

If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true although if you visit the well out in the forest that's exactly what happens, as it turns out.

[icansavetoday]

[It is a bit weird to have someone he doesn't know start singing along, but at least it means it's not just something he's making up as he goes along. Although that's weird too, because he doesn't know this song.]

That's what the well does?

[He's heard about the well, but hasn't been out there to check it out himself. Not that he really needs to. This place itself is a dream come true.]

mick rory | ota

[kelvins]

save water and drink beer
[regular visitors to criminales won't be suprised to find the owner perched over the bar with a beer in hand during business hours. nor would they be surprised to find him drinking said beer rather than serving it.

what is probably out of the ordinary?

the deep singing voice that accompanies the drinking. mick has clearly been at it for awhile as evidenced by where he is in the song as he hiccups between the lines.]

Fifty five bottles of beer on the wall. Fifty five bottles of beer. Take one down. Pass it around. [gulp gulp gulp] Fifty four bottles of beer on the wall...

i fought the law
[maybe you've got a fine to pay at city hall. maybe you're just on your morning jog. maybe you saw the big brawl that broke out in criminales in the wee hours of the morning. either way, you're close enough to cadelle's jail. (yes. they have a jail. what self-respecting city doesn't?)

a uniformed officer is gripping at a very irate mick rory, handcuffed and snarling in anger (must be a tuesday), as he's resisting being brought in.

okay so maybe he didn't do it. or maybe he did. but either way...]

He had it comin'. He had it comin'. He only had himself to blame.

wildcard
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i fought the law

[ischyros]

( Diana is on her morning run, actually, so when she passes the jail and sees an officer handcuffing someone, she pauses for a moment and frowns. Is this person being arrested for a real crime? Crime barely even happens here - is the crime even legitimate? Of further interest is the song he's singing. She vaguely recognizes it as being from a Broadway musical but she isn't sure which one. )

What are you being arrested for? Officer, what is he being arrested for? What are his charges? Is this fair?

( Diana is very, very interested in the fair dispensation of justice in Cadelle. )

[kelvins]

[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.