EVENT: MOTHERFORKING SHIRT BALLS

[cuddlemods]

EVENT: MOTHERFORKING SHIRT BALLS.

Good morning, Cadelle! As March takes its final bow to make way for April, we're sure you're without a doubt wondering with bated breath if the city will somehow experience another deluge from the skies above or some other kind of natural disaster. After all, there's probably a number of you familiar with the concept of April showers, right? Despite the predictability that the first of the month tends to bring, the sun rises on a new month without much fanfare at all. The skies don't open up, the earth doesn't quake, and perhaps most disappointing of all, there's no fun activities to partake in hosted by the city's beloved Volunteer Coordinators, Flora and Cornelius. However, that’s not to say nothing exciting has happened. Mayor Drake’s gone missing — in reality, she’s simply headed south of the border for a little much-needed R&R — and while the mayor’s away, the cats will play. (Or is that the other way around?) As the sun begins to rise, it’s clear that there’s certainly something in the air. Check your CuddlePhone, and you might notice a strange crackling sound, as if you’d wandered into a field of static electricity; try to access anything but the city’s main pages and you’ll be greeted with a cheerful yellow message. Strange, but it may be worth reading: DEAR CITIZENRY: It has come to our attention that the city of Cadelle has begun a dangerous descent into a dungeon of disaster. Debauchery, drag racing, and even drunken revelry have begun to pervade our once-wholesome city, turning our citizenry into a class of common courtesans and charlatans! We shall not settle for such shameful social airs! Resist raunchy recklessness, Cadellians, or be redressed! — CCC The Concerned Citizens of Cadelle While there’s admittedly quite a lot of alliteration to be found in said message, there’s not exactly a lot of meaning here. Should you head to City Hall for answers, you’ll find yourself greeted by the ever cheerful, smiling face of Doris Delatante — conveniently enough, the same Doris who so happens to be wearing a pin emblazoned with the logo of the CCC. (For the curious, said logo is a cat. They may be wordsy, but no one said they were particularly clever.) You won’t get much in the way of answers out of Doris, only calm reassurances that everything is as it should be. It’s fine, of course! What could possibly be wrong with a little call to action? It’s only in the best interest of the city, isn’t it? Whatever the reason, and whatever you think about Doris’ strange all-pink attire, it’s hardly the strangest thing you’ll experience in the coming days. Over the course of the following 24 hours, the city and its inhabitants begin to find themselves… well, shall we say, adjusted? ▸ As soon as the sun comes up on the morning of the first, a gentle breeze begins to blow through the city. With it comes a subtle change. You may notice it straight away, or you may not notice at all… but regardless, the change still comes: no swearing. No, really, we mean it. No matter how fervently or desperately you try, anything more colorful than a golly won’t slip past your lips… or your pen tips, for that matter. Any attempts to do so will result in comically ridiculous substitutions — like bullshirt, motherforker, or fish sticks! ▸ By mid-morning, the rays of the sun have left the city in perpetual spring warmth. It’s a beautiful day, complete with merrily chirping birds and the sweet smell of flowers blooming in every corner of the city. The day should stay beautiful, shouldn’t it? So perhaps it’s with no surprise that even your naked body won’t disparage it… as nudity, even seemingly innocuous moments like showering, is met with censorship. Should you disrobe to your birthday suit, you’ll be met with sudden and efficient pixelization from the neck down, blurring out all those distasteful parts of you a la the Sims. This might make getting frisky a bit difficult… ▸ Finally, by the time your first meal of the day rolls around, you might find yourself ready for a hot meal on the go, or perhaps just another cup of coffee. No matter whether you stop at your usual joint or wander around looking for something new, every delicious delectable food item you’ve been enjoying will have been replaced by the gently spinning faces of self-serve froyo machines. Shops look normal on the outside… but inside, you’ll be greeted with the florescent glow of your favorite (or perhaps least favorite ) trendy frozen yogurt shop. Come in for coffee and you might be irritated yet amused, but the flavors don’t stop at cheesecake or chocolate or caffe mocha. Nope! Keep exploring, and you’ll be greeted with such strange offerings as pasta flavored froyo, complete with marinara or alfredo flavored cookie crumbles, or bacon and eggs froyo with sausage sprinkles … or, for the desperate, beer flavored froyo. (Bar nuts cost extra… and yes, that froyo’s a virgin. Alcohol would ruin the consistency!) It’s not the worst thing in the world, but it certainly doesn’t feel like you’re in the Cadelle you’ve come to know and love, does it? Hopefully Mayor Drake will come back sooner rather than later, but until then… well, we suppose you’ll just have to make the best of this Good Place! Isn’t this sweet? April Fool’s, Cuddlers! We hope you enjoy this particularly silly spring event, brought to you by a meddling citizen and her penchant for good behavior… and your mod team’s recent bingewatch of a topical NBC comedy. We hope you’ll have fun ruining the bad behavior of your characters, even if they won’t have much fun with it! 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 out there, and just remember: be excellent to each other!

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▸ QUESTIONS.

[cuddlemods]

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[nursetemple]

I have question! Does the ban on swearing affect other languages, too?

[diewalkure]

SO, about the whole froyo and non-alcoholic thing: is there going to be anywhere to get booze/will citizen's private stock vanish for the day/will be there be a way for those whose blood is 75% alcohol to not have the hangover from heck, etc?

Not that I'm specifically trying to torture my girl or anything >_>

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Is music and television also censored when it comes to swearing?

Dr Heywood

[istoriografos]

a. bleep bloop

so, question. Is it just me because the city is mad about my wish last time that ended in mostly public indecency, but. I was getting undressed this morning to take a shower and realized that. I don't know, I'm pixelated? My... private parts.

IS IT JUST ME??? Am I being punished???

if it's not just me, would someone volunteer for a sketching session? I'd like to record this

b. C.R.E.A.M.

[ It's solidly past 1 am, and yet if you were to walk past the library, you would not only find light streaming from under the door, but you'd also find said door open, like it's standard for a library to be open in the middle of the night.

If the library is look after by one Nate Heywood, well. It tends to be quite a common thing. But the light, and the open doors, they're only one thing. The other is the music, loud, pulsing through the building, heavy bass and rapid-fire lyrics, one of these old school rap songs. If you're into it, you might recognize N.W.A. ]

Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the mothernugget stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black donkey?
You god love right!

[ Listening intently, boots tapping on the floor and head moving with the beat, is Nate. He's holding a few books in his hands, sliding from one shelf to another, placing them back. He's not singing along, because there's a small notebook clamped between his teeth, that he takes out whenever what he knows is a swear word in the song is replaced by something else.

He may be dancing, a little. As much as one can dance to rap, of course. ]

Well won't you tell everybody what the nugget you gotta say?
Nugget the police comin' straight from the underground
A young gentleman got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Nugget that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk mothernugget with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Nuggetin' with me cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every gentleman is sellin' narcotics

[ Yeah. Nate is definitely dancing. ]

c. wildcard

[ the usual, hmu with anything or come chat to plot! ]

| bleep bloop |

[diewalkure]

it's not just you.

[attached is a picture that would definitely be suggestive any other time, but today is more chaste than ever: a very tired Valkyrie face and neck sitting above a completely pixelated torso.]

my booze is all disgusting burning mint flavored green heckfire

heckfire

gosh darn it

i hate everything.

[yeah, her booze is all mouthwash and she's not feeling the minty freshness effect on her language, either.]

a

[quinientos]

It's totally just you.

[Isn't Vasquez glad that he doesn't have to tell the truth? He is, because even though he's never met this guy, he's already enjoying messing with him.]

I think maybe you should see a doctor.

c.r.e.a.m }

[prosecutorial]

[Laurel should not be in the library this late. Her sleeping schedule has been weird, and in this particular instance she had accidentally passed out in the law library, only to be awoken by the sound of music.

She follows it to it's source, and when she sees who it is, she can't help but smile at the sight. She doesn't know if it's possible to miss someone without even knowing they were there? Because she's pretty sure Nate was one of those people.]

I don't think that's how it goes.

Magnus Bane | OTA

[coyandcryptic]

What The Fork

Never let it be said that Magnus Bane didn't put in the hours. He's getting up earlier in the morning than he's done in decades, although his commute to work consists of walking one floor down the spiral staircase from his loft to his workshop, but still. Magnus, willingly awake during single digit hours in the morning? Unheard of.

This morning had started out a little awry, when he'd thrown back the covers and nearly screamed at the pixels covering his hips. No one else had been there, for once, and so no one else had been treated to his litany of what the fork is that, or his increasingly desperate attempts to clear it out by magic. Nothing does the trick except dressing, and that's when he sees the message about decency on his phone.

Well, this is interesting. And by interesting Magnus means a ridiculous overreaction to a little fun. He needs a pick-me-up, he needs eggs benedict. His mood is already soured when he gets to the diner and finds frozen yogurt.

"Oh, what the shirting fork is this now?"

This Is Bullshorts

Hanging in the window of Bespoke, taking up half the space, in fact, is a new sign:

INDIGESTION CURES
NUTRITIONAL REPLACEMENTS
We cannot live on frozen yogurt alone!

Magnus himself is all over the place. Friends might find him upstairs in his workshop mixing up cures (because no one can eat that much frozen yogurt without regretting it and he wants to be ready) and potions he hasn't made in years that give a body a full complement of nutrients (because no one can live on a diet of frozen yogurt without feeling terrible). He might be out collecting peppermint leaves from window boxes and dandelions from yards, stripping bark from trees, uprooting entire raspberry plants. It's for a good cause!

Wherever he is, you'll know you're getting close from the constant annoyed muttering. It would be very foul language if something would allow it to be.

This Fishery Has To Stop

By late afternoon, Magnus is exasperated. No one has been immune to the censorship, either verbal or physical, and this has gone too far. He's going to the Deviant, and he's going to test these censorship limitations by seeing just how debauched he can get without running into something forking ridiculous like word substitutions or pixels.

And everyone is invited.

Mildcard
[Got another idea? Go for it or hit me up!]

Bullshorts

[shitmagnet]

He hadn't stopped by because of whatever the fried fish is going on in this crazy donkey town, but he wouldn't pass an explanation by if Magnus happened to have one. By mid-morning Frank was pretty sure he wasn't hung over or tripping on some strange side effects of that homebrew, and everyone else seemed equally perplexed but perhaps more willing to just let the madness slide.

The signage at Bespoke was hard to miss and while there wasn't exactly a spring in Frank's step, the dark rings around his eyes were a lot less pronounced than the last time they met.

He can hear the voices and the footsteps out back, but he stays obediently in the confines of the shop floor, looking around nosily at the various concoctions and other weird shish kebabs.

[diewalkure]

The Valkyrie is in a state by the time she stomps through the door of Bespoke in the mid-afternoon. If she didn't know better she'd say she was dying, hungover to the point of feeling the early withdrawals symptoms, absolutely shirtless (but who can tell?), and maybe a little wild-eyed. The sign in the window had caught her eye and she wasn't sure what to expect from the proprietor, but she had to hope that somewhere offering "nutrition" could cure what ails her.

When she doesn't immediately spot anyone she knocks on the table nearest to the door as loud as she dares before wincing. She considers calling out, but her head might explode, so she's going to wander over to a mannequin displaying a really soft-looking blouse while she's there, because it's just begging to be touched.

what the fork

[mothersdrapes]

Thor's reaction to the pixelation was one that even his brother would have been aware of. It wasn't so much verbal as a very clear change in the weather and a hole in his bedroom wall. It was perhaps lucky that he had also woken up alone for once, the king's mood only becoming worse when he had also arrived at the diner to find a distinct lack of waffles and only frozen yoghurt.

It had taken everything in Thor not to start destroying the place either by throwing furniture, or sending down bolts of lightening. It was one thing to hide his genitals. It was quite another to deny him his favourite food.

He was glowering at a froyo (honestly, what a ridiculous word) machine when he spotted Magnus, his mood shifting a few inches even if his displeasure was as obvious as his friend's.

"I fear this city has finally gone too far, M."

bullshorts

[nursetemple]

Claire walks by Bespoke every day; usually, when it's still closed, shutters down, street quiet. But today, with everything going on, she's got a bit more to do than just stay in the clinic - outreach needs to be done to some people she knows might have issues with the sudden dietary changes that have happened all throughout Cadelle.

Which is how she ends up in front of Bespoke, this time, the store open and busy. She doesn't hesitate to walk in after seeing the sign, going straight to the counter, interested, a thousand questions on the tip of her tongue. The man on the other side of the counter is wearing more eyeliner than she is, and he looks pissed. She can't help but smile.

"You're the owner? I'm Claire, I work at the hospital. I've been going around, offering help and kits around to interested parties - vitamins, IV drips, this kind of stuff. Think we can work together?"

Isabelle Lightwood | ota

[sororis]

Fracking Heck.

Isabelle has never been one to care much what other people think of her body, how she clothes it, how she uses it, because it's hers. So to wake up in the late morning only to find that her entire body has been blurred out, well. It's met with a piercing shriek of horrified indignation. When she realizes that clothing seems to fix the issue, well, she's no less fussed, and in fact does her best to find the most revealing outfit that is just enough to beat the pixels.

At which point she's stomping down the stairs and out into the city to find someone to commiserate with. [If you have CR with her, expect some hilariously censored and still incredibly angry texts.]

Fudge Monkeys.

While trying everything at least once is usually one of Izzy's goals in life, today is an exception, as frozen yogurt now seems to come in every flavor, and just because somehow sushi flavored froyo, wasabi pea sprinkles, and pickled ginger whipped cream exist does not mean they're edible. Eventually one of the shops seems to have a more palatable variety, and she can be found serving herself just a little bit of everything, just in case.

One can expect a sympathetic eye roll as she gestures to the machines and takes tentative bites of her dessert-meal. “I don't trust any of these.”

Oedipus.

Come late afternoon, Izzy calls her boss at Lucky Eights to see if she should even bother coming in to dance tonight and the answer is a resounding No. So she makes her way to the Deviant, hoping it hasn't been renovated to some kind of glittery froyo dispenser, too, and inviting anyone who seems to have had enough of sweetness and light. She's going to dance the night away and see just how decently indecent she can be. While some rules are just begging to be broken, the challenge of seeing how far you can bend them is its own reward.

Safe Search: On.
[ Will match brackets or prose! | feel free to catch Izzy anywhere in between, or pm or hmu on plurk if you want to plot something out specifically, I'm easy ♥ ]

Oedipus

[mothersdrapes]

Faith was gone, but Thor still held his position of bouncer at the Deviant. Maybe it was strange for the now king of Asgard to hold such a position, but it passed the time and for the most part he did enjoy it. He wouldn't have known the first thing about running a club. Sometimes he thought he should tell Loki to take it over.

Then his better judgement took over. Who knew what the Deviant would become should his brother seize ownership.

Given the most recent turn of events in the city, Thor was disheartened by the turn out at the club. No alcohol was available to serve. The crowd didn't have the usual energy. He himself was trying not to dwell on the fact that pixelated genitals was even a thing. He quite enjoyed being naked. He enjoyed looking at particular people in the city naked.

He did not appreciate that particular form of censorship.

But as always, even when she was clothed, Isabelle was beyond beautiful, and he cracked a smile when he saw the familiar face approaching. "Lady Isabelle, welcome."

Frank Castle | OTA

[shitmagnet]

Call a friend.

Will pay and pick up unwanted whiskey and 45mms. Name your price.

50/50.

Frank isn't married to technology the way a lot of people around here are, so it's not until mid-morning after he's been trying to bumble his way through the confusion of the day that he ends up picking up his phone and reading the message. "Flying bag of chicken sucking wrenches," or something like that is what fell from his lips. With a defeated sigh, he makes his way out of the building and to the city hall. "I'm considering staging a revolution," the marine remarks dryly to the shadow on the cobblestone approaching next to him without taking his eyes off the garish pink display.

Ask the audience.

Pick your own adventure - anything goes.

50/50

[nursetemple]

"With what? Glow sticks and pixelated streaming through town?"

The answer is soft, amused. Claire comes up to Frank's level, looking up at their building ahead.

"Think you might want to ride this one out, Frank."

50/50

[quinientos]

"Whatever it is, save a place for me," Vasquez insists from behind the man, having been staring at the eyesore for too long, mostly lingering because he's still annoyed about the lack of swearing, but given that every time he lights up a cigarette, he gets glared at, it's only enough for him to want to stick around and make them glare some more.

It makes up for the fact that he can't swear in English or Spanish, which is pretty much how he gets through any day, so he'll take what he can get.

"I've got two hands and three guns, you name the place," he says, not entirely sure if he's just joking.

kimberly hart — open!

[recoined]

📌 network.

( kimberly doesn't care much about nudity. well, maybe that's unfair. to be more specific: kimberly doesn't care much about being naked in public. she tends to reserve that sort of thing for private shows these days rather than public avenues — not that she was ever really a nudist, and certainly not that she's ashamed of her body or anything. no, she's quite proud of it, actually. before she ever even picked up that glowing pink coin, kimberly hart had been a devoted gym-goer and cardio-doer, spending plentiful time in and out of the gym ensuring that her body was, as the kids say, ready. after it? well, the pit certainly helped to keep her up-to-date on what she was capable of doing, and here... well, zumba classes, the occasional spar, and plenty of impatient running around town definitely kept her in shape.

but when opportunity comes knocking, well, you don't just ignore it. and finding that her body just so happens to be totally and completely pixelated from head to toe regardless of which way she poses in the mirror could be irritating... but it could also, just maybe, be totally exhilarating. time to do something she's only ever seen in the movies. something she never thought she'd be ballsy or brave enough to do.

so mid-afternoon, after her last class of the day, kimberly sends off a mass text to everyone in her contacts list. )

look at my boobs!!!

( god, she's shameless. at least her shower selfie happens to include pixelated body parts this time. )

we can't get arrested for streaking if we're not actually showing off anything, right?

📌 your plate or mine.

( she likes to eat. she's a teenage girl with a ridiculous metabolism and an instagram obsession, of course she likes to eat. it's no surprise, then, that kimberly tends to find her mid-day meal at the wide and varied buffet lines of your plate or mine. with a salad bar that runs the entire south wall of the restaurant, she usually manages at least three or four meticulously plated (and impressively large) salads per visit.

except, of course, for today. while the restaurant is still open and still very much all you care to enjoy, the wall of beautifully chopped vegetables and salad accoutrements has been sadly replaced by a very much less appetizing wall of frozen yogurt machines. and, naturally, it's a no-refunds-once-you-enter kind of place; even the unimpressed girl working the counter seems unsympathetic to kimberly's distress. so it seems, despite her irritation, she's stuck with a room full of unappealing froyo for lunch. no way she's going to waste what she just paid and bail without eating something. )

Which is worse: cucumber or ranch froyo?

📌 wildcard.

( you know the drill, kids. )

network

[killertrack]

isn't that missing the point, then?

network

[theladyofwinterfell]

Kimberly, why are you showing me your breasts? Or trying to?

| network |

[sororis]

[Receiving that text from Kimberly is in fact the first time Izzy has smiled about the censorship. It has not been an empowering experience for her, but she's not going to make it any less off one for Kim, if she can help it, even if her first reaction is to literally facepalm.]

Indecent nonexposure. We can threaten to keep running around naked until they bring real food back.

gamora | mcu | ota

[gardenofthegalaxy]

one.

[ The pixelation had been beyond disconcerting. Just when Gamora was beginning to feel comfortable in her own clothes and somewhat safe from the city, a widespread censorship began to occur. It was true that she had stood in front of the mirror for unnatural amount of time and made herself late for work.

It was even true that she had almost come close to cursing when the coffee shop no longer sold coffee, but Gamora wasn't someone that did curse. Frozen yoghurt? Throughout her culinary discoveries she had yet to indulge, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. Not at this time of day.

But it still didn't occur to her that if Deja Brew was no longer a coffee shop then every restaurant would no longer sell their delicious food. Not until it was dinner time and she stood helplessly in what had once been her favourite Thai restaurant. It was the first food she had tried with Magnus and a place she returned again and again. ]

Who do I need to hurt?

[ Not that she could. But threatening violence was still more natural to her than cursing. ]


two.

[ The change in cursing was not something Gamora had immediately noticed. Terrans were strange. They had funny expressions, and ways of expressing their emotions, so she first just assumed there was some kind of new fad sweeping the city. A change in slang that she would need to embrace.

It wasn't until she began playing Nine Inch Nails while at work that she realised the change. 'Closer' just didn't seem as explicit as it used to. Not that she should have really been playing it for the customers, but the shop had been empty and she was taking advantage of being able to play the music louder than usual.

Something loud and angry also seemed to fit her mood when it came to her opinion on not being able to eat food she had become more than a little fond of. ]


wildcard.

[ find gamora where you wish, though seeing her naked could take a little persuasion even with the pixelation ;) ]

one.

[frostedire]

[Thor's reaction to discovering the day's indecency policing had actually woken Loki quite jarringly—Loki can sleep through thunderstorms, but having the wall punched right next to his head was a different story—and that had set the tone for the rest of the day. If anything, it had only grown worse.

He'd discovered the pixelation soon after his brother, and they'd had a discussion about it in their usual method of shouting through the wall, which sounds more alarming than it generally is, and then he'd gone out and learned his usual coffee place wasn't serving lattes that morning. All of the restaurants have changed, and Loki was just beginning to think about murder himself when he happens upon one of his favorite people in the city, talking about the same thing.]

And you weren't going to invite me?

Valkyrie | ota

[diewalkure]

[On the First Day of Censorship, the Valkyrie is definitely a hot mess of hangover, withdrawals, and debauchery, but by the end of the day, everything seems to come together. Between a “cure” from Bespoke and a dance party at the Deviant, the day ends on a high note.

Of course the next few days still come and all of her booze is still mouthwash and while she's not suffering from the withdrawals as much as maybe she should be, the urge to drink is still very much present. So she goes out in search of distraction.]

Eat It

The lack of booze means there's a serious calorie deficiency in her generally liquid diet, and the froyo is not exactly filling the void, even with the fascinating array of flavors. She's not picky, and is probably mixing flavors that have no business being within ten feet of each other much less in the same bowl. She's definitely had worse, so she's going back for her sixth helping of beer battered cod and vanilla pudding froyo. It works, don't knock it til you've tried it.

Beat It

It isn't long before she's seeking out some solitude, however, whether in a junk yard (feels like home) or a clearing in the forest, just to do some damage. At various times, and for a long time, she can be found working up a sweat absolutely demolishing something with her bare hands, throwing old appliances, jumping up to land in the tops of trees, probably punching brick walls to dust, you know... Healthy coping mechanisms.

She might even welcome a sparring partner, if anyone who can take a punch is willing.

Repeat It

[ will match brackets or prose! | hmu in a pm or on plurk if you'd like to hash out a different scenario, or just go ahead and run with it, I'm game ♥ ]

Beat It

[frostedire]

One day had been bad enough. When the next day dawns and nothing at all has changed, Loki can feel his temper growing short. Unfortunately, he's still trying to be on his best behavior, so his first instinct—and second, and fifth, and nineteenth—has to be ignored, for fear of running up a deficit instead of still working toward his wish.

It does not sit well with him.

He goes for a walk. It's such a mundane thing to do, but he had occasionally gone for long walks alone in the forest on Asgard when he'd needed time away from Thor everything. He's been walking for only about twenty minutes when he hears the sounds of destruction coming from up ahead and picks up his pace, only to pause and lean against a tree when he discovers the cause.

"Have the trees offended you personally, or are you simply making sure they know proper fear?"

[angelpants]

a. network -

Did we like get put in a censored video game or something? This can't be right. I can't even say...firetruck. Not that I say firetruck a lot but I stubbed my toe and I really wanted to say firetruck.

FIRETRUCK!

Come on, this is ridiculous. Please tell me it's not just flipping me.

b. out and about -

Waverly is used to the strange happenings of Cadelle City by now, but this is a new one. She doesn't even know what to make of it. She's showered and all her lady bits were...censored. She didn't know what that was about.

She's out in town and she's realizing people are experiencing things too. At least it's not just her. That makes her feel a little better.

She's in dismay as she hears people trying to curse. Cadelle has really gone crazy now.

c. wildcard - want Waverly for something else? Hit me up and we'll work something out.

text: un: burninate

[kelvins]

it ain't just you sweet cheeks.
my bar is filled with near beer frozen yogurt.

makes me want to forking burn this forking city down.
can't even curse in text.

son of a birch.