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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[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
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[Or maybe he comes across someone else doing some singing of their own.]
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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.
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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.]
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[Hmm, it seems the song-spell can be broken if someone manages to lever in a change of topic, as long as it's somewhat relevant to whatever's being sung about. That's good to know.]
One of them wished to be...how did she put it? Less conspicuous? It turned all her clothes to camouflage fabrics. Quelle horreur. There was nothing I could do to fix them, either, and I tried everything.
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You fix clothes? Like a tailor? [Sorry, Magnus. Steve's a century behind, and still has some catching up to do.]
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Exactly like a tailor. I've just opened a shop, in fact, Bespoke, it's tailoring and potions. Like a pharmacy, with magical medicines. [Here, Steve, have a card, black with silver lettering, BESPOKE in large letters and beneath it, Magnus Bane, proprietor in a swirly font.]
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You know Diana.
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[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?
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[His own friends had, after all.]
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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.
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Potions. Like chemistry?
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[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.
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[Not everything she says about him can be true, surely.]
What is the purpose of these potions?
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[He looks a little sad for a moment.]
A night of dreamless sleep means a lot to a lot of people here.
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[And he won't lie, sometimes the thought of it appeals to him, too.]
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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.
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[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?
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[Magnus drops his voice to a dramatic stage whisper.]
A spy during the Great War, wasn't it?
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[It's not like this needs to be a secret here or anything. He's even mentioned it himself.]
Yes. I was assigned to British Intelligence.
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[And outright magic would have been ruinous for the warlocks, after having been pursued for centuries.]
A lot of us saw the war as a human issue, I'm afraid.
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