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.
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cuddlecity2018-04-01 10:03 am
gamora | mcu | ota
[ 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.
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?
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And then she was looking forward again as her fingers curled for the hilt of a blade that wasn't there and finally she had to settle for folding her arms under her chest. ]
I would have invited you once there was a target and a plan.
[ Was she serious? Perhaps. Once an assassin, always an assassin. And if they were going to mess with food then she really was considering murder a reasonable response.
Her nose crinkled as someone walked past with a frozen yoghurt decorated with things that looked like they would have been more at home getting thrown around in celebration than in someone's stomach. ]
Is there a target and a plan?
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[Loki follows her gaze and stares at the brightly colored sprinkles with no small measure of skepticism. It isn't as bad as some of the things he's seen eaten, but still highly unappetizing, and nothing that ought to be coming from a Thai restaurant, he's learned that well enough by now.]
Not...yet. But perhaps finding a target ought to be our first step.
[Who is responsible for all this? And why? Is it a prank? It's an excellent one if that's the case, but the message on the network had seemed too sincere for that.]
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[ It sounded dangerously close to sulking for Gamora, something she never did. As bad as things could get, she was not one to mope or sulk. But this? This was an outrage. And standing in a Thai restaurant without Thai food was making her feel at a loss.
She moved a little closer to Loki and reached out for his hand as she nodded in agreement. Yes, they needed a target. They needed to occupy themselves. They needed to find something to punch. ]
Let's just start with leaving here. I won't eat this stuff until I absolutely have to.