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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cuddlecity2018-03-01 10:29 am
Jefferson Jackson | OTA
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. ]