cuddlecity | EVENT: SING FOR YOUR SUPPER.

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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[This is definitely the strangest thing that has ever happened to him. And he's met Amazons. And, apparently, a Greek god. But at least those experiences taught him to roll with it, and there's really only one way to respond to a song like that.]

I wanna hold your hand.

( As Diana listens to the song, she can't help but dance to it too and once Steve finishes, she seems to have finally regained her ability to speak. )

I have...no idea what that was all about.

Neither do I, but at least I know it's not just me.

[Now that they're both done singing, he can give her a kiss in greeting.]

How was your morning?

( The kiss is warm and welcoming and Diana lets herself fall into it for a moment before answering, just cherishing the fact that good morning kisses are something she can have now. )

It's been good so far aside from the uncontrollable singing. That's been a little...odd. What about yours?

Pretty much the same.

[It's not like there's much trouble in the city, or much for the police force to do except break up an occasional bar fight, but it makes for a strange morning when drunks sleeping it off in the holding cells break into random songs.]

At least it's not nothing but singing.

It could always be worse than singing, quite honestly. I can think of at least two dozen things worse than forced singing.

( Diana grins at him, utterly amused. )

You're not a bad singer, Steve Trevor.

So can I, but I'd rather not think about them right now. [He's not fighting the war anymore. He'd like to put it behind him.

He smiles.] And you are as skilled at it as you are at everything else you do.

( Diana laughs and waves a hand. She's passable at singing, maybe, but she's much better at wielding a sword or a whip. She's better at athletics. She's better at a half dozen things than she is at singing. She's going to leave it to the professionals as much as she can. )

I can manage but it's not what I would say I'm skilled at. I'm more of an action-oriented person, wouldn't you say?

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.

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

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

I would like if we had our own secrets to share, yes. I wouldn't want to broadcast everything about us right out loud.

( Diana thinks of it as intimacy, little intimacies she hasn't had a chance to have in a long, long time. )

I like that. Things just for us. [It's something he's never had romantically before, one thing of many, and he doesn't want to share them with anyone but Diana.]

We'll manage to make a whole score of new memories, I think. So, I was thinking about something that we could do now that we're both here and settled into our loft. ( Diana beams a little, this secret one that she'd been wanting to voice for a little while. She's never really had a pet before so the idea that she could have one now is appealing to her. She just needs to see that Steve is on board. )

What do you think about getting a dog?

A dog? [It's been a long time since he had a pet, since he hasn't had a life that was good for a pet for years. It's something he hadn't even thought about until now.]

I could use someone to protect me when you're not home.

( Diana laughs softly at the idea of that. ) Are you so concerned? Maybe I should decrease my hours at the museum to make sure that you're all right at night.

I would very much like a dog. It seems like a thing couples do together.

Well I wouldn't say no to having you around at night, but I think the museum needs you around more than I do.

Then we'll get a dog.

I think we ought to get a big one. I've seen the smaller ones and they're very cute but I would prefer one that can run and hike with us. Don't you agree?

It's either that or make the dog stay home by itself, and that just seems cruel.

I think you'll need to take one for the good of all and take care of our new canine friend so he doesn't get lonely.

Well if it's for the good of all, I think I can do that.

When do you think we can get to the shelter and go look at one? I'm a little eager now that we've talked about it.

I'm not busy tomorrow.

[Unless that's too soon. Then he'll find another time.]

I'm not busy either. We should go pick out the newest member of the Prince-Trevor household tomorrow morning.

We must be going alphabetically there.

We don't have any of the other things we need for a dog either.

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