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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"This isn't something I'm actually good at, but it might help, a little."
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"Mm. Uh- yeah. Thanks." Did she ask him something? He opens his eyes again and there's a bit of a blank look on his face.
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"You're okay. It's okay, if you fall asleep. I'll find the door by myself."
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"They don't- I haven't seen them in a while. The kids..." A soft confession, and one that was painful to make if the way he steals a quick glance of Claire is anything to go by. It's supposed to be a win, but it doesn't feel like one right now.
Well, if it's of any consolation, it doesn't feel like much of anything right now with him drifting in and out of consciousness.
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"Do you know what changed?"
Her voice is as soft as his was, the question not trying to be probing.
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He's got none of that to offer. Only this sense of meaninglessness. Like he'd put too much faith into this idea of closure when it never really existed to begin with. Everything still feels broken and he's probably made things worse instead of fixing anything.
His shoulders sink and his posture slumps a little more, though he's more defeated than tired.
"It's fucked up, right? When you have good dreams about Afghanistan and- bad ones about your own family."
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"I don't know. Maybe - maybe not. Because you care for them, you love them. It makes sense that you'd be scared, and it reflects on your dreams."
She pauses, looking down at her own hands on the top of Frank's broad shoulders.
"I was kidnapped, a while ago. They did it to get to a friend of mine, because they knew he'd come save me. And whenever I dream about it, now, I never dream about how scared I was, then. How I thought maybe that was it. Every time, I dream about my friend dying to save me. His life for mine."
Her voice trembles a little, but she holds it together, even if her fingers push harder against his knotted shoulders for a moment.
Oops I forgot about the swearing thing my bad
"You're okay," he reassures, and he manages to fill the usual hollowness in his voice with something genuine and determined. He could say that he's sorry it happened to her, but he's no longer surprised by the things people have been getting away with on home soil while he's been out fighting the big bad. In hindsight it all feels a bit shortsighted of him.
"Hell of a city huh. New York." They could take some small comfort in the fact that most people here were too preoccupied with their demerit points to try crap like that.
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"You're okay, too," she replies, barely a whisper. She isn't sure she believes it, but she can try and help him. Be there for him. Allow him to be okay, slowly, day after day. He might never be fixed, but he can be okay.
"Yeah," she lets out a breathy chuckle, licking her lips. Then, she takes a sharp breath through her nose, and nods. "You should get to bed."
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He leans in a little closer and after half a second, a skip of a beat and two slow blinks he gives her a brief hug. It feels a little forced on his part and he quickly disengages, clearing his throat and averting his gaze, but at least he doesn't seem traumatised. Moving to stand, he slips his hands into his pockets and his gaze rises from his shoes to her eyes.
"Walk you home?"
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Her hands are slower to fall off of him, lingering for a second before he stands, but at his question, Claire smiles, and shakes her head.
"No. Walk you to your bed. I can go downstairs by myself, Frank."
And he can put himself to bed himself, but Claire is a nurse, and she'll make sure he's lying down and at least trying for a hot minute before she leaves him be.