EVENT: THESE COLORS (DON'T) RUN

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EVENT: THESE COLORS (DON'T) RUN

By mid-month, the last of the winter snows have melted away; March has proven to hold true to the old adage, coming in blustering and brash like a lion and fading out much like the proverbial lamb, and by the time balloons and banners are hung in the town center, it’s clear the seasons have finally shifted for good. It’s still cool, of course, but just right — light sweater weather, no parkas needed. Today, and for a good few days, it’s time to take in the sights. It’s time, after all, for the spring equinox, and with it, the Energy Festival. This special celebration takes place in time with the changing of the seasons — a time when energy is high in the air, released like a long-held breath after a trying winter; it's a time-honored tradition in the city where citizens gather together and welcome in the fresh new world that spring reveals. It's a little sweet, a little saccharine, and sometimes a little bit cheesy too, but that shouldn’t stop you from exploring the colorful celebration. Come don your Sunday best, people. It’s a spring fling, and you’re invited. Make your way down to the city center, and you’ll find plenty to entertain you. The whole downtown plaza has been decorated — with plenty of help from the Events Committee’s most recent hires and their dedicated volunteers, for which they’re very grateful, of course — in the colors of the season. Said colors being pastels, naturally, of every shade and hue imaginable. Banners are hung from trees and awnings alike, splashed with painted letters of buttercup yellow, seafoam green, gentle lilac, and even delicate pinks and baby blues perfect for all the newborns sure to come after a long winter. (Everyone knows what people get up to when they’re stuck at home in a blizzard. The city knows, and they are prepared.) ▸ Along the western edge of the plaza, there are plenty of food stalls to sample from. The city’s most popular restaurants are here to promote their seasonal menus, but for those that like a little variety, there’s also visiting vendors from cities near and far as well as local stands from citizens and volunteers alike offering homemade delicacies they’re looking forward to sharing with you. ▸ Not to be outdone, the Vinery has set up a wine-tasting station in the very center of the plaza; here, you can sample the vintages from the most recent harvest, along with some of their more popular selections… all for a very reasonable donation to the city’s charity drives. It may not sound very selfless, but a little liquid confidence never hurt anyone, right? Especially when the Vinery has graciously agreed to host the recently requested kissing booth — hosted entirely by volunteers on a rotating schedule, you’ll never know who you might see! (Or, maybe, who you might kiss if you volunteer instead!) ▸ On the more relaxed side of things, the southern edge of the plaza is home to a collection of blue and pink tents, each strung up with gently twinkling lights that seem to beckon in all that pass by. Peek inside, and you’ll find a group of local women, ranging in age from youthful tweens to elderly grandmothers, all seated in a circle surrounding a pile of the smallest hats, blankets, and one-piece suits that could only be worn by the tiniest of people. That’s right, folks. The citizens of Cadelle are sorting through item after donated item, hoping to find the perfect sets to create baby boxes for new parents in the city. If you’d like to help, pull up a chair — volunteers are never turned away, and helping hands are always in high demand. If you venture past the city center and wander out towards the grassy shores of Blue Springs Pool, you might notice the perpetually busy members of the city’s Events Committee arranging a trio of sign-up tables, complete with endless paper-laden clipboards, stacks of freshly pressed white t-shirts, and boxes upon boxes of miscellaneous logo-branded accessories, ranging from terrycloth headbands and bracelets to impossibly small water bottles good for no more than one long drag. That’s right, y’all. It’s time for the city’s first Color Run, a modern take on the more formal Color Celebration that traditionally kicks off the spring Energy Festival. ▸ First things first: pick up one of the many (many) clipboards, and prepare to answer a million questions about your life. You can’t expect to take part in a physical activity without signing your life away on a few dozen waivers, can you? Try not to take too much offense at the range of questions asked — the city’s administration wasn’t sure who or what might sign up to participate, so feel free to leave things blank if you’re not sure. Or, alternatively, just give your best guess. Just don’t ask the poor event volunteer handing out pens what a FLDSMDFR is… because they don’t know either. ▸ Once you’ve signed up, get suited up! Pick up a complimentary Plain White T(-shirt) — available in a range of sizes from teen girl crop top to sumo sized “sharing shirts” — and don your favorite runners’ accessories. Whether you choose to stay contemporary casual or embrace the logo in full force, be sure to follow the volunteers’ instructions and keep all of your delicate items protected. Clear bags of all shapes and styles are available for purchase, because capitalism is still alive and well even in the multi-verse! (Don’t worry, all the proceeds still go to charity…) ▸ At noon on the dot, those that have signed to compete can meet their fellow runners at the starting line, where the sound of a shot flare (and likely a few startled screams) will signal the beginning of the race, along with your first dose of colored powder. Made up of a mix of colors from across the ROYGBIV, it’s a literal and figurative toss-up as to which ones will grace your skin… or your hair… or maybe even the inside of your mouth, if you’re not careful. Luckily, it’s non-toxic stuff. It just doesn’t taste very good, or, if we’re totally honest, like much of anything at all other than chalk and the vague hint of crayons. Don’t ask. ▸ For those that didn’t sign up, there’s still plenty of fun to be had. Volunteers will be passing out buckets of powder to all those who’d like to spectate, and there are plenty of spaces along the path of the 5K race to stand and greet runners with encouraging words and celebratory color bombs. Just try not to aim for their eyes, okay? Nobody needs to be blinded by the light or the bright colors in those buckets. ▸ By the end of the race, everyone from runners to spectators to even unsuspecting passersby who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time will be covered head-to-toe in brightly colored powder. It’s just inconvenient, a little silly, but nothing that can’t be cured with a quick dip in the nearby springs or a shower at home. Of course, when has anything in this city ever been "just a little silly"? Much like the rain that fell for weeks, or the suddenly-appearing pool of water, or the ghosts ... well, there's something strange about this powder, too. Turns out, the events committee wasn't exactly sure where to obtain this stuff from when their newest recruits suggested the Color Run as a hip way to get people out and about in the nice weather, so they've harvested from a few plants that were (you guessed it) watered by all that infused magical rain. So that's a thing. Shouldn't be too bad, right? Hahahahahaha. Hey, cuddlers, when has anything ever been "not too bad"? Never, that's when, because who likes things to be normal and boring when they could be weird and strange for everyone involved? Nobody, that's who! True to form, the color powder from this month's Color Run is sure to have curious effects for your character! What effects specifically? We're leaving that up to you, the players, so that you can have the Most Fun Ever with this event. But, to help you out, we've got a few suggestions below! Feel free to play off these, or change them up, whatever floats your boat! Just keep our consent rules in mind, please! ▸ Red powder has a scent that some say reminds them of cherries — it's been known to stimulate feelings of hot-headedness, romanticism, or just plain lust! ▸ Orange powder, unsurprisingly, smells like oranges — a little too much might just make you magnetic, drawing in people close and far by the sheer power of your magnetism! (Do we mean charisma? Maybe. Maybe not.) ▸ Yellow powder features a burst of bright lemon scent — if it reminds you of sunshine, you're not alone! Those who don this sunny color will find themselves feeling more sunny themselves, with strong bursts of optimism and cheer paving the way for friendly greetings and impromptu hugs! ▸ Green powder comes with the unmistakable fragrance of melon — get it in your mouth, and you'll know without a doubt that green means go! Wearers have been known to enjoy bursts of superspeed, extra confidence, or even just brash recklessness... though we're still not convinced those aren't all the same thing. So... that's a thing, innit! 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. Peace out, cuddlescouts!

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Derek Hale • OTA

[duelo]

kissing booth

There are a few reasons he's volunteered for a few hours at this stupid kissing booth, but none of those reasons are "because he really, totally wanted to." Stiles asked and pointed out that it's good for the energem. Nate probably would've life coached at him if he'd found out that Derek had been recruited and he'd turned it down. And lastly, he really should put himself out there a little more. Things aren't going as well as he'd like and it's entirely his fault, so maybe pushing himself out of his comfort zone on purpose is what he needs to get the ball rolling.

Or he could end up hating himself for doing this, but if nothing else, at least he can say he tried, right?

So, even if he's not excited to be here, Derek will be doing his best not to let that show, because if it's for a good cause — creeping closer to his wish to keep Cora safe absolutely is — then he'll put his best face forward and throw himself in wholeheartedly.

baby boxes

While he's wandering around the festival, Derek can't help noticing the little tents with the twinkling lights and he wonders what's in them. As soon as he peeks his head in, he wishes he hadn't, because all he can see is a ton of women sitting around piles of baby clothes, putting together what look like care packages.

Ever since baby Baby, Derek's been feeling that obnoxious tug on his heart. He's always wanted to have a family of his own someday, but since the fire started a domino effect of people he cares about being hurt or killed, Derek had resigned himself secretly to the idea that he'll never be that guy. He'll never be able to trust someone enough to settle down and make babies with her.

It doesn't stop him stepping inside and it doesn't stop him — even though he knows he should get the hell away from here — from joining the women and helping them pack the boxes, because why not? It's not like he has anything better to do and at least this volunteering opportunity won't have him kissing loads of strange women.

color run

When he hears about the Color Run, Derek is absolutely interested. He's always wanted to run in one of the Color Runs back home, but they never come close enough to Beacon Hills and, somehow, traveling to the nearest major city to run a race always seemed sort of counterproductive. But it's here in Cadelle and there's no way he's missing his chance to finally run the damn thing.

After filling out the what felt like a million forms, Derek grabs his complimentary t-shirt and peels off his own, folding it up and stuffing it into one of the plastic bags to keep it from being ruined by the colorful powder. Hopefully, he doesn't have to worry about it being stolen by leaving it...

Once that's handled, he'll pull the white shirt on and making his way to the starting line. Already, his adrenaline is pumping and he's excited. This thing always looked so cool and he's stoked to finally have a chance to participate.

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baby boxes

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa had actually chosen the baby boxes for her volunteer opportunity as well. She's not very athletic and her long gowns don't allow her to run anyway so while she'd cheered others on at the color run, she'd not participated herself. Kissing Booths were straight out - Sansa has no desire to kiss anyone but Baby and she certainly doesn't want to hurt him or make him cross even if it is for a good cause.

So, she and Lady had elected to go fill baby boxes instead. Derek is there and as he's the only person she recognizes, she comes up close to him in hopes that they will be able to talk while they work. Lady sniffs him, wanting to learn his scent, and she seems to be intent on figuring out what is different about Derek, to the point where Sansa is mildly embarrassed.

"Lady, calm down. Derek is not looking to harm me and he's a kind man. He's not someone to be suspicious of." Lady looks up at her mistress, slightly ashamed, but goes on investigating Derek anyway.

"I have no idea what's gotten into her," Sansa says, starting to work on a box. "She must just be taking an inordinate interest in you because she likes how you smell. Do you have a dog, possibly? She always smells Baby's dog on him and spends a good half hour climbing over him to put her scent on him when he comes over."

[duelo]

The scent of another wolf has Derek suddenly looking up, a little surprised. It comes out of nowhere and it's certainly unexpected in the little tent where they're putting together baby boxes, but as he looks around and spots the wolf, Derek also spots her owner and smiles a little. Sansa had seemed like a nice girl and Derek had dropped the ball; they'd gotten along pretty well when they'd met up for brunch and he'd failed to follow up. Maybe it isn't too late to make a friend out of this, especially if she's comfortable enough with wolves to actually have one.

He smiles a little to himself, his eyes shifting from the woman to the wolf and he holds a hand out with his palm up to invite the other wolf to investigate without having to be sneaky or invasive. Derek welcomes it, so when Sansa starts to apologize, Derek shakes his head.

"No, she's okay. She just smells the wolf on me, probably. She's fine. She's really beautiful, what's her name?" he asks, gesturing with his other hand for Sansa to feel free to sit with him if she is so inclined. "You know Baby?" he follows up. They have plans to sit and do nothing in silence together at some point, since they both have agreed that silence is wholly underrated. Derek is actually looking forward to that. Maybe he'll get to know the adult Baby a little bit while he's at it, if he's lucky. God knows he could use some friends who aren't Kara or from Beacon Hills, so he's trying to expand his social circle a little. Nate is a good start, but Baby had seemed a little bit more Derek's speed. It interests him to know that Sansa is friends with Baby, too.

Lydia Martin ♥ OTA

[sanguinescry]

wine tasting

Lydia can be found checking out the wine tastings, because of course she can, and obviously she's going to flirt with the sommelier, because why wouldn't she? There aren't an awful lot of eligible bachelors among the transfers like Lydia is, not since Spencer left — she can't help it, she'd really liked him, okay? — so if Lydia's going to generate energy, she'll do it with the locals. She has been all this time, so why not now? They're local; they know how to have the best time around here, anyway.

But even with that said, she's always open to transient friendships and hookups, because what's the point of being here if she can't make friends? She's hoping she'll see Sansa , Caroline, and Clary around, but she hadn't actually set up any formal plans because when there's a party, Lydia likes to be a social butterfly. If this isn't the equivalent of a huge party, she's not really sure what is.

Come have a glass of wine with her, she's so here for meeting new people!

color run

Lydia might not be the running type — at least not when she doesn't have to — but she's not going to miss a chance to participate at least to some degree. She'll just cheer on the runners and have a blast with the colorful powder, because isn't that kind of the best part of a Color Run? The powder?

Turning to the person beside her, setting her bucket down in front of her and reaching in to snatch up a handful of bright purple powder.

"Do we just have to reserve this stuff for the runners? Because honestly, I'm going to be really sad if I'm not covered in this stuff by the time I go home tonight," she laughs.

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Alex • OTA

[marginalized]

food stalls

If there's one thing Alex will never, ever turn down, it's free food.

Cadelle is pretty cool from what Alex can tell so far, but he hasn't been here long enough to be an accurate judge. For the most part, he's been observing. Locals, transplants like himself; the city in general. He's been spending the majority of his time on the roof of the apartment building he's been assigned to and painting. This place for sure has a view from the roof and the sunset is always a fan favorite.

Not that Alex has fans; he doesn't typically share his work unless the subject of a painting or sketch specifically asks, anyway.

Which is neither here nor there. The food here is incredible and that's the point. He'll be found wandering around the food cards and sampling from various places for the best possible selection. He's friendly and will strike up conversation with just about anyone if given the chance. Which, incidentally, the especially long line at one particular vendor whose menu he can't even see from here gives him the chance to do.

"Do you know what they have at that stall up there? What's all the fuss about?" he asks the nearest person.

kissing booth

Kissing pretty ladies for a good cause? Yes, please. Sign Alex up!

He's never worked a kissing booth before, though, so bear with him while he makes awkward jokes and is his embarrassingly dorky self for the first...several before he can kind of get into a manufactured comfort zone within the specific situation. Alex is pretty outgoing by nature but this is still a little outside his normal comfort zone. But that's the fun of this place, right? Trying new things? That's why he's here, anyway, so bring it on.

wildcard

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kissing booth

[ischyros]

Diana has decided to try her hand at the kissing booth as well, both as a kisser and a kissee. On one of her breaks, she decides to go frequent one of the other stalls in order to do her part for charity and gives a grin to the young man who is working it. She's happily with Steve, yes, but a simple kiss isn't going to mean anything other than fun and raising money for a good cause.

"So how much is it to give a handsome young man a kiss?"

[marginalized]

There are a lot of people willing to hop in the lines for the kissing booths, just as much as there appear to be plenty of people willing to get in the booths as well, which actually kind of surprises Alex. He's used to the county fair, as luck would have it, takes place in his hometown every year. There, there's just a bunch of married hillbillies and gaggles of teenagers running around and the prime demographic for this sort of thing would typically fall somewhere in between, or at least, Alex would guess as much.

One thing he's been pretty quick to notice is that, around here, everybody is way the hell Out of His League. The woman to approach next in line at his booth is definitely no exception. No she's, like, stupid hot, like that shouldn't even be legal kind of hot and Alex huffs a laugh at her question, because for a split second, he thinks that she must be fucking joking.

But, then again, it's for charity. It's a charity thing, that's why he's behind the booth and that's probably why she's in the line for it. Chill, Alex, it ain't always about you, bro.

Grinning a little, Alex jabs a thumb in the direction of the sign off to the right that gives the pricing. "Damn, today is my lucky day, huh? I gotta do charity work more often," he laughs.

Caitlin Snow - OTA

[naz]

wine tasting

Energy Festival. That sounds innocent enough, since the whole point of this place is to help generate energy in exchange for a wish being granted. So, needless to say, Caitlin is in. And considering what she knows helps to generate the most energy, the best place to start, for her, is obviously the wine tastings.

Beyond the fact that there is a little liquid courage right in the name of the thing, she's sort of hoping to maybe meet some like-minded people and make some new friends. She's thrown herself so much into her work here, not unlike the way she typically does at home, that Caitlin has sort of dropped the ball on trying to make new friends.

What better way than to do so over a few taster glasses of wine?

baby boxes

It's hard not to peek into the little twinkle-lit tents when she's wandering around because they're, first of all, adorable, and second of all, curiosity just gets the best of her. She can't help the little squeal that escapes her when she actually sees what's in there. What? It's adorable! Look at all the baby things!

Caitlin wastes exactly no time letting herself further inside and, as she sits down to offer her assistance in the baby boxes, ask the person sitting closest to her what exactly they're doing and why? Caitlin is all about learning the culture here. It's her home away from home, after all, so she ought to know why they do the things they do here.

Plus? Baby clothes. Need she say more? So cute.

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daisy johnson ( ota )

[foreshock]

a. Festival

( The thing is, as much as she'd like to, Daisy can't hide away in her van for the rest of time. She does have a wish to earn after all. So she finally pulls herself together - taking a quick shower in her apartment that she doesn't fucking use - and heading down to where the sounds of revelry are coming from.

It's clearly a terrible mistake. Everything is pastel and sweet and bright, and she's dressed in all black looking like a reject from a My Chemical Romance concert. Daisy swears under her breath, but the smell of food is a stronger call than anything else. She makes a beeline to the food stalls, and from then on wanders to where the wine-tasting inelegantly shoving fried food into her mouth. ) Okay, so I'm more of a beer kinda gal. ( Yes, she's addressing whoever's closest. ) I don't know anything about oak or barrels. I'm a fraud.

( Help her out. Or maybe just find her trying to escape the nice ladies with their baby boxes, because that's a thing that happens. ) Nope. Sorry. I'm uh -- allergic to wool!

b. Colour Run

( Of course she's doing the colour run. She needs to shake off the stiffness of doing nothing but trying to figure out Cadelle on the good ol' world wide web. So she accepts the t-shirt - trades it for her black t-shirt - and gets in line. Daisy bounces on her feet, grinning. She doesn't even care about getting a little messy. It kind of makes her miss Elena, but she's taking one for the SHIELD team.

Except. )

Man, I should not have eaten so much crap before this.

c. After Effects

( It must be all the endorphins. Daisy can't remember the last time she felt this good. With a pleased hum, she wipes her forehead of sweat, red powder covering her arms. Her heart's pumping, smile bright, and she knows she just wants to -- dance, grab a drink, enjoy some company. Or maybe a lot of company.

Maybe this is just what she needed. )

Hey, you wanna go somewhere for a drink? I'm buying.

( Who cares if she knows the person she's talking to. Come with her, she has bedroom eyes. )

d. Wildcard

( I'm at athosing if you want to chat about anything specific. )

clary fray ( ota. )

[creatio]

a. Festival

( You're damn right Clarissa Fairchild is here, rocking the best pastels and the most epic pair of shades. She's so ready for winter to be over that she's practically bursting with it. Even her backpack is pastel. And yes, she's eighteen, but no, she doesn't care.

Thankfully, she can show her face again now that all the singing has stopped, because guilt is terrible and also she has legs again! Legs that nudge anyone close by if they're eyeing up the kissing booth with interest. )

Are you going to give it a try?

( Later, when her stomach makes demands, Clary finds her way to the food stalls. Depending on how well she knows you she'll either encourage you to join her in a delicacy, or if you're one of her nearest and dearest she most definitely will feed you a tiny bit of cake because it's good. Or, you might find her sitting cross-legged on the grass somewhere, carefully sketching the people milling around. It's nice and peaceful, but she definitely won't mind being interrupted. Or offered a new model. )

b. Colour

( She had to run the race. What kind of Shadowhunter-slash-thrill-seeker-slash-artist would she be if she didn't. She doesn't even cheat with a speed rune, because the whole point is partaking and having fun. She is therefore absolutely covered in powder. It's possible Clary's usually sunny demeanour is even more shiney today. )

This is the best day!

( Potentially it could be. Either way, she's having a very nice time and will great everyone with over-enthusiastic hugs and kisses on cheeks. Because she's happy, okay. )

c. Wildcard

( I'm at athosing if you need anything. )

★ i love you.

[recoined]

( kimberly has never been quite so happy to see green shooting up out of the formerly pale, grey, lifeless ground. growing up in northern california, ice was a given, but the blanketed winter wonderland that had pervaded cadelle for so long was wearing on her in a bad way. this spring festival — even if it does mean facing an entire city block filled with pastels cute enough to make you puke — is just the kind of thing she's been looking forward to.

so, naturally, check her: splayed out atop the grass, affecting an exaggerated model's pose, hair draped loosely over her neck and shoulders. her put-upon accent? it's ridiculous too, like something out of a don bluth movie. )

Darlink, ( she's ridiculous. she does not apologize. ) Draw me like one of your French girls, oui?

( ... that's not even the right accent for that, kimberly hart. what are you doing? )

[obdurates]

( Color isn't among the first things you'd attribute to Jace Herondale; prefering to stick to darker shades, with the occassional splash of white tossed in. That's been tossed completely upside down. The meaning behind today's race might have done very little to sway him; but there were two very distinct reasons he couldn't stay away. Numero uno? Clary. Saying 'no' to her is a talent he's yet to master. In a lagging second place was competition itself. Something to scratch the itch that shadowhunting usually sated.

By the time they've both cleared the finish line, he's nearly unrecognizable. Complimentary shirt long since abandoned. He's a painting of swirled colors; beads of perspiration marking his body, leaving the powder to trail down his chest in streaks, covering most of the runes. To really tie the look together, there's a bandana keeping his hair back, one that would have made Axl Rose pround. Red seems to be the color he's been imprinted with the most.)

You look good. Not as good as me, but close.

( Light, teasing words spoken breathlessly. What about Clary is so infectous? Her beaming smile has found a match in his expression. Unhooking the waterbottle from his shorts, the contents are dumped over his head, instead of quenching any kind of thrist. Of course Jace pushed himself as hard as he could during the 5k. Stepping closer, he follows a trail of yellow powder down her clavicle with a finger )

No one would ever believe you talked me into this. You know that, right?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa manages to catch up to Clary around the Kissing Booth and when Clary asks if she wants to give it a try, she shakes her head vehemently. There's no one she wants to kiss other than Baby, even if it's a kiss for charity. )

I'd rather not, honestly. Even if it's for a good cause I imagine Baby would be very cross if he knew his lady was kissing other people.

kara (danvers) zor-el — open.

[advena]

★ so much food, so little time.

( there are few words in the english language as especially alluring to kara as free food — though complimentary or gratis often do the trick. suffice it to say, kara's quite pleased with the opportunity to (yet again) stuff her face with as many varieties of sweet or savory delicacies as she can get her hands on.

and, knowing miss kara zor-el, the number of Things She Will Eat is pretty damn high.

there's no such thing as too much free food when your metabolism is out-of-this-world. kara happily grabs thirds or even fourths of something she really likes, and should she happen to find herself greeted by the smiling faces she knows so well from wok and roll, she'll clear their entire platter with a sheepish smile and a greedy pair of hands and then find herself somewhere out of the way to devour them.

if there happens to be someone waiting impatiently behind her? well, they'll get a sheepish smile too, followed up by a shrug and an explanatory: ) Sorry. They're... they're really good. Do you want to share with me?

( and by share, kara really means do you want one, not do you want half. because she's hungry, okay? and maybe a little greedy, too. )

★ those pink & blue tents

( it's been a few weeks since the mystery toddler's equally mysterious disappearance, and kara's finally managed to let go of the lingering disappointment that had settled in her subconscious. that is, until she catches sight of the ever-so-delicately colored tents opposite the plaza, and curiousity gets the better of her.

as hesitant as she is to give in to the temptation of so many adorable onesies and knitted hats and ever-so-soft blankets, at least there's no actual babies here. it's just ladies gossiping over busy work for a good cause, and that makes kara feel a little better. especially when a friendly face — stranger or friend, doesn't matter to her — settles in next to her, looking like they need a little direction on how to be useful here too. )

I think this is a great idea. I wish they did this at home, baby stuff is so expensive.

( not that kara's ever had a baby, but she'd been to plenty of showers for expectant moms during her tenure at catco. )

★ #wildcard

( wildcard me! whatever you feel like! if you want to hash things out, you know where to find me. )

babbies

[killertrack]

[ Baby has not really looked through what the Festival was offering this time around, but he’s happy to walk around, offer a hand and take in the different events as they happen, cheering on the race and looking on amusedly at the kissing booth. He doesn’t really plan on participating much, but he’s considering some of the food when he sees a familiar face duck into the tents full of baby stuff.

Kara.

He hasn’t had a chance to thank her for taking care of him when he was incapacitated, and now feels like the perfect moment. He doesn’t know really why, when it’s been so easy to talk to Derek, but there’s a part of him that feels like he owes Kara a lot more, and he feels like he put her through worse than he did Derek.

Still, there’s no more putting it off. He walks through the tent to where she is currently sitting, and settles next to her, his heart beating hard in his chest when she smiles at him. He remembers everything she did for him. ]

Kara? [ His voice is soft, a little worried, the music playing in one of his ears subdued. ] Hi. I - I’m Miles.

thor odinson | mcu

[mothersdrapes]

Wine Tasting Station

[ It was fairly obvious to almost anyone that knew Thor that wine was far from his drink. He preferred things that could be imbibed quickly and in great volumes. Usually beer. But given the nature of the energy festival, and his attempt to further his knowledge about the finer things in Midgardian life.

He couldn’t say he was particularly impressed by anything the Vinery had to offer. None of it was to Thor’s taste. It certainly wasn’t as good as that Faerie stuff Magnus had. If he was going to be forced to admit he liked things other than beer. He sniffed at the latest offering the poor sommelier had to offer and drank it like a shot. A long-suffering sigh from across the table could be heard by anyone – nearby or not. Thor just couldn’t seem to understand that he need to sniff, sip and swish the wine.

Thor made a face, the plastic cup being added to the growing pile beside him. Clearly the wine had no effect on him. His displeasure at this wine was just as visible as every other. ] Tastes like Hulk’s feet smell.


Colour Run

[ Thor was much more at home with the physical side of good deeds than something like folding baby clothes. As much as he understood that such a task really would be a help to the people of the city, he wasn’t great at sitting still. Thor needed to move. He needed to exert energy. There was nothing to fight, so running it was.

Well, when it wasn’t other physical activities.

He wasn’t intentionally trying to turn it into a competition – he assumed that wasn’t actually the point – but there was very little that Thor didn’t want to win at. If that meant enduring any number of these coloured powders and a white t-shirt that was clearly struggling to remain on his buff frame, then so be it. ]


Wildcard
[ bring me your worst, pm or hit me up kindofabigdeal. when it comes to the colour run, I’m pretty open to Thor getting hit by any colour but he’s already mostly a ball of sunshine so probably not orange. ]

Frank Castle | OTA

[shitmagnet]

Drink.

Wine tasting. No idea what the point of that is. Frank isn't one to appreciate the finer things in life - as long as he thinks there's a 60% chance he won't get food poisoning or any unwanted side effects, he'll swallow it without asking too many questions. He's tasted so many kinds that they've all become more of the same grape slosh by the time he gets to the tail end of the section, hovering close to the kissing booth but obviously much more interested in the merlot than the snogging. Picking up a bottle, he turns it halfway around and squints at the blurry label. Oh, wait. It might be his vision that's blurry.

Run.

He's more enticed by the 'run' part of the colour run than getting assaulted by various coloured powders, but a run's a run and hey, who knows, Frank might even enjoy himself. Or, well, he will, once all the paperwork's done. He looks frustrated clicking the pen multiple times with his eyebrows furrowed scrawling something down on the lines, probably feeling more stressed doing this than doing his taxes back home. Huffing a sigh, he almost rips the paper off flipping to the next page. "The fuck's all this intestinal worms shit?" he mutters to himself, though it sounds like a question he's directing to the person standing next to him.

Choose your own adventure.

Anything goes.

gamora | mcu

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Food stalls

[ Gamora couldn’t help that her entire journey through Terran culture seemed to be food and music based. She could think of worse things to be overly interested in. She was perhaps just lucky that her physiology meant that she didn’t get fat eating all of the food. She was intensely aware that the offerings at these festivals were pretty much a competitive sport to her. She had to try and taste as much as she could in as little time as possible given the limited nature of the event.

Anything that was new for the local restaurants she made a mental note to taste again at a more leisurely pace given that the menus would be available outside of the energy festival. But the food from further away, or unique to the merchants? She made a priority.

Gamora looked like she had set up camp at one of the tables nearby for people to stop and eat rather than walk around. Or rather than she had set up an eating workspace. The table was getting treated more like a desk, but instead of notepads and pens, it was all food and utensils. Her phone was nearby to keep Magnus fully informed of any discovery she thought he needed to try for himself, but mostly she was powering through the meals like she was eating her last. ]

Colour Run

[ Gamora was fine with any kind of fitness clothing as long as none of it was camouflage. She never wanted to see that pattern on herself, or anyone else ever again. The white t-shirt was simple enough, though she made sure it went down past her navel and not above it – another side effect of her horrendous wishing well experience. She tried at least to pick the darkest leggings that were on offer, and had maybe felt just a little strange in the sneakers at first. They weren’t like her usual boots at all and while she was confident she could have still made the run in her boots, it was better to look like she fit in.

As much as a green alien could ever fit in.

By the time she finished the run, she looked more red than green, the dust coating her rather well. A now familiar tingle was started to spread through her body and she knew it wasn’t just the adrenaline from the running, or the sense of accomplishment at having finished.

Her ponytail swung back and forth as she stalked through the rest of the dust-covered crowd with purpose, an apology here and there murmured as she shoulder-checked a few unfortunate runners in her rush to make it through the crowd and escape this place before she could do anything she'd regret

Gamora was never a fan of losing control. ]

Wildcard

[ Again, anything you have to throw at Gamora feel free. She would be the least likely to participate or go near the Kissing Booths however. The red dust is mostly an awkward encounter and less sexy times. Otherwise you can also assume she was hit by a very different colour if want a more gen interaction. PM or kindofabigdeal if you have questions, or need to work anything out. ]

Raleigh Becket | OTA | will match format

[rangerbecket]

Color Run

( Raleigh has only just arrived in Cadelle but it seems like there's already things going on and he's landed in full swing. There's a Color Celebration, for one, and he's never heard of anything like that but he has to keep in mind that there's not a lot to celebrate at all in his version of the universe so festivals and the like have kind of dropped off in the last several years. Sure, there's the Kaiju Cultists, but nobody wants to be a real part of something like that.

He does sign up for the Color Run, though, because he's athletic and wants to keep in shape while he's here. It might be a vacation as far as he's concerned but he's not going to slack on his regular routine just because he's not out there fighting the proverbial hurricane day in and day out. He snags a pair of basketball shorts and a tight, white t-shirt from where they're giving them out at the signups and starts his run, getting pelted by powder every which way. It seems like he's getting pelted with green the most and by the time his run's over, he thinks he's clocked the fastest time in his whole life. )

Did you see that? I've never clocked a time like that, even when I was in peak shape! ( Raleigh strips his shirt, cheering for the other runners as they bolt down toward the finish. )

Kissing Booth

( Maybe signing up for a Kissing Booth is a little crazy when he's only just gotten here but Raleigh's still feeling pumped after his run and he wants to give back to the city. He wants Yancy back more than anything so he's eager to do what he can to contribute to that; if that means smooching someone he barely knows, he can handle it, and it puts him one step closer to achieving that goal. Besides, it's strictly volunteer. Everything is voluntary in Cadelle and that's a huge draw. It makes it a hell of a lot different than the real world.

Raleigh is exuberant when he gets his first customer and beams at them, hoping to win them over with a little charm. He's never really been this go-getter about anything (well, okay, maybe in some things) but he's still riding high on the adrenaline from the race earlier. )

Where do you want this kiss? Forehead, cheek, mouth? I'm open to suggestions.

Wildcard

( Have another idea? PM me or plurk me and let me know! )

color run

[nursetemple]

[ Claire’s been at the finish line of the race, just to keep an eye out for anyone feeling faint, or needing some assistance. Most runners though have just been exuberant, Just as the guy that rushes over does, stripping off his shirt, sweat shining on his face, green powder in his hair. Claire smiles right back, handing him a bottle of water. ]

You might be in peak shape, you’ve gotta stay hydrated.

Vasquez | OTA

[quinientos]

i. orange you glad to - hey, get off!

[Sometimes, Vasquez doesn't understand the future or people. He doesn't understand why everyone is running around like idiots, he doesn't understand the powder, but mostly, he doesn't understand why he isn't being allowed to shoot the idiota who dumped the orange powder all over him and then just ran away. Glowering, he goes for his gun, only to remember that he's stopped carrying it because it's against the rules and all.

Still, it's hardly like he's happy about it. Trying to spit it out and cough it out of his lungs, he's in the process of wiping it through his eyes and trying not to smell of oranges when he notices that people seem to be drifting very close to him, almost like they're gravitating to his circle.]

What?

[Maybe he's being short-tempered, but he doesn't enjoy having to shove people off of him when they get too close. He's not even having the chance to escape, because no matter where he steps, it's like someone else gets in his path, like they're locked into him. He definitely doesn't understand this place, but he thinks he'd fare better if he could at least be a little drunk for this.]

ii. kissa-me

[After Caroline had implied that Vasquez maybe wouldn't look so good without his beard, he'd done the reasonable manly and mature thing. He'd shaved it all off, leaving only a little growth. He keeps having to touch it, though, leading him to paw at his own face often.

He's in the middle of trying to scratch the itch, his back to everyone, when he feels the tap on his shoulder and someone telling him that he just needs to cover for a second and they'll be back soon after.

Lost, Vasquez isn't sure what's going on, but when he turns around, there's a few lines to little booths and he's being hastily shoved into one by the other man (who seems intent on needing a very urgent piss). Turning to one of the other women, he gives her a wary look.]

What did I just get volunteered to do?

[Impatiently, she points up to the sign that says KISSING BOOTH, which...it's not what he would have expected, but he thinks that he can cope with this. Shrugging, he figures if it's only for a few minutes, he might as well. After all, who turns down opportunities like this?]

Who's next?

caroline forbes » open.

[gasping]

❧ the color run.

( caroline forbes is all too happy to sign up for the color run, flourishing signature scrawled across endless sheets of paperwork she spent too many hours collating. in reality, she's spent the majority of the morning setting up for the event, helping to hammer down tent poles and hang banners just so over the sign-up tables, making sure each aspect of the event meets her oh-so-exacting specifications. a charity run during the city's all-important energy festival is a great first opportunity, and it's one she's definitely not going to squander.

she wants to move up, and she's going to have to impress the city in order to do it, so friends and strangers alike should hardly find surprise in the cheerful, encouraging tone that greets them as they approach the area. if they thought they could approach the former miss mystic falls and get out of this... well, they should have thought otherwise. )

Hey! Did you want to sign up? It's for charity, you know, and it's going to be tons of fun...

❧ the aftermath.

( the run itself is no more strenuous than a brisk jog for caroline. she spends more time laughing and chatting up her fellow runners than she does actually focusing on speed, and when she catches sight of familiar faces along the spectactor lines, she even lingers in front of them for a bit in order to get just a little extra dusting of pretty powder colors.

it's a look, you know. totally cool. she's definitely going to take her fair share of instagram-worthy selfies when this is all said and done, and she wants to have the perfect look when the time comes.

unfortunately for caroline, she didn't exactly consider the effects of being outdoors in the warmth during an event like this. as the run goes on, the sweat that had built up all morning begins to bead, dripping down and mingling with the swirls of color that have spread out across her skin, creating slurries of chalky muddled salt water that loosen her ponytail and leave her skin slippery and slick. it's hot, of course; one errant wipe of an arm over her forehead, and the powder mix finds its way into her eyes...

... and then it's all a blur. a blink poorly timed that causes her to miss a root upended in the race course leads to a trip and fall onto the packed ground, throwing her forward into what should be a hard landing, one that's only prevented by vampiric supersenses and hands thrown out to catch her fall. instead of her face hitting the ground, it's her palm and fingers; they're slammed down, slick with sweat, and before caroline even realizes it, the shining circle of gem and carefully carved silver slips off her finger, leaving her bare and unprotected in the hot spring sun.

it's bright. the sun is bright, and, god help her, it burns. caroline screams, loud and unrestrained, the sound loud enough to echo across the entirety of the track, screams that don't stop longer than a pause for gasping, ragged breath, a plea for help that seems impossible so long as no one knows exactly what's missing. )

My ring! My — god! — my ring!

the aftermath bc i'm a sucker for hc, fight me.

[duelo]

[ Derek, who's wanted to be in a Color Run since he's known what one is, is more focused on the running than the people. He's toward the front of the pack and while he's covered in colored chalk, all of it clinging to sweaty skin because, halfway into the run, Derek gave up on the white t-shirt because it was soaked through with sweat, anyway.

At first, when he hears the scream behind him, a shudder runs through him because he'd seen Lydia at some point, lining the trail and cheering people on, in passing and he reflexively thinks it's her...and Lydia's screams are always bad news for someone else. It takes a second for him to register the fact that it's not Lydia's scream, because he knows the sound of that; it brings a chill to his bones makes it feel like the blood runs cold in his veins for its duration; because it isn't a scream. It's a banshee cry.

This was a scream.

Derek stumbles a little when he turns to look back, because it rings out again. And Derek is pushing his way back through the crowd, half of whom can't decide whether to stop, turn around, or keep going, as he runs back in the direction he came to find the source. Another scream has Derek's heart racing because that's several, now, and it isn't stopping. Whoever she is, she's in agony.

But then he hears the words and he pushes himself harder. Caroline wears a ring so that she can walk in the sun. She's the first person he thinks of and he's unpleasantly not surprised when he sees her on the ground, practically writhing in pain.

Derek doesn't look for the ring; there are already a handful of frantic people trying to do that because she's screaming for it. Instead, Derek scoops her off the ground and darts off the path into the shade of the woods. It happens fast, the movement, setting her back down again, crouching in front of her and closing a hand hard around her arm, his veins going black and his face registering her pain in himself with a grunt and a grimace. It passes almost as quickly as it comes, but he holds on because his veins are still black and that means she's still hurting. ]

Hang on, you're okay. You're all right, I got you. Somebody will find your ring, I'll get back, okay? You okay?

Stiles Stilinski >>> Open

[fadingspark]

KISSING BOOTH

Stiles had been the one who suggested the booth, and since he couldn't find anyone to take the very first shift... well that left him in the booth. He's got a thing of breath mints on the table and found a peach flavored lip balm that he will prep his lips with.

"Bring on the ladies," he whispered to himself, trying to look all sexy in the booth. Which made him look like an eager geek.


FOOD STALLS

Everyone who came over to kiss Stiles will be happy to know he waited until after his shift before heading to the food stalls. Then, like the teenage boy that he still was, he will pretty much pig out on anything fried and on a stick. Or wrapped in bacon. Especially wrapped in bacon, fried, and on a stick.

Someone may want to point out healthier options before he gives himself a heart attack.


COLOR RUN

Stiles is NOT a runner. Anyone who's seen him at lacrosse practice would know this. But he is totally up for color bombing people running by.

The red powder smells like cherries, which is why he picks it to throw on people. Of course, he'll end up with it on himself too because of the wind and all. After the race is over he will go and mingle, not paying attention to just how hot it's starting to get under his skin...


PLAYER'S CHOICE

[choose your own starter!]