Congratulations, cuddlers! You've survived your first month here in Cadelle, and with only (cough) minimal catastrophe. The city administration is beyond grateful for all of your help in the rebuilding efforts, and cannot thank you enough for all your hard work.
Well, maybe that's not entirely fair. After bribing visitors to move out, meeting the seemingly endless caloric needs of hungry superheroes, and funding the reconstruction efforts, the city's coffers are starting to feel a little light... which leads us to today.
The festivities kick off with a time-honored Cadelle tradition: the skills fair! In keeping with local customs, Cadellians traditionally volunteer to host a booth and teach a skill of their choice for the day, a good deed that helps to refill the city's energy stores after the busy summer season. This year, the city has graciously agreed to let anyone interested sign up to host, and has set aside a small number of booths for the exclusive use of their newest visiting citizens... and while money isn't on the table (sorry, y'all, but they did say they were a little tight on the wallet), teaching out of the goodness of your heart still counts as a good deed done.
Whether you choose to host a booth and teach a skill of your own, or to wander the fair and learn something new, be sure to take time to appreciate the day's other offerings. Like any good late-summer fair, there's plenty of delicious food and drink from some of the city's best loved vendors to sample, upbeat music in the air to dance courtesy of the local top 40 radio station, and lots of opportunities to escape the heat thanks to special seminars hosted by the city's own university. Yes, seminars — there's one every hour, with topics ranging from underwater basket weaving to particle physics to the careful art of walking more than one dog on the same leash. Classes are free, seats are plentiful, and hey, what else do you really have to do? You don't have a job yet, do you?
Speaking of jobs... after the fun in the sun of the skills fair is over, it's time for the main event on day two: the job fair! Yes, that's right, a job fair, because it's time for all you freeloaders to start paying your own way.
That might be a little harsh.
In any case, Flora and Cornelius are glad to welcome to you to Cadelle's first annual Employment Extravaganza, complete with brightly colored booths, friendly vendor representatives, and plenty of applications to go around. Come say hi, shake some hands, and maybe even get hired on the spot!
In addition to the city's many and varied culinary venues, there are a wide variety of cultural institutions, learning centers, recreation spots, and shopping destinations to appease even the most restless of visitors. (Hint, hint: there's even a DIRECTORY.)
While the sky's the metaphorical limit, be sure to check out the sponsored booths currently hiring:
▸ Barred is currently hiring for dance instructors! From classic ballet to interpretative dance or hip-hop, any style is welcomed. Please note: all classes are fully-clothed. (If you prefer to dance in your birthday suit, we suggest a more personal arrangement.)
▸ Blue Springs Pool is looking for qualified lifeguards to supervise the annual 'Learn To Swim' and 'Mommy and Me' programs this fall. While being able to breathe underwater is preferred, it's not required.
▸ Chop Shop has an opening for an even-tempered (... or not) culinary instructor for their evening cooking classes. Exceptional candidates may even be considered for the chef's academy, where they will be tasked with training Cadelle's next great generation of professional chefs!
▸ Crunches is eagerly hoping to fill a variety of positions, from gym staff to personal trainers and fitness instructors. If you've got a passion for fitness and want to get paid to join a multi-level marketing company sweat, come on down!
In case meeting and greeting with desperate to hire vendors doesn't sound like a great time, or if you need a little practice with the concept of having conversations with real people, Flora and Cornelius have graciously agreed to host a speed networking event. Much like your beloved speed dating events, this special event is intended to help you quickly and easily meet a variety of hot singles in your area professional colleagues and friends, and to potentially find a new career if you're lucky! (Plus, it's air-conditioned. How can you go wrong?)
Be sure to visit the welcome table to sign in and pick up your name tag. You'll be pleased to note that the name tags have been prefilled for your convenience, so just find the one with your name on it and slap it on. Don't mind the descriptions underneath...
Or do. While the city administration had graciously agreed to loan an intern to Flora and Cornelius for this event, they didn't exactly send their best and brightest. Grumpy intern Monty Montague has decided to have a little fun with his boring assignment — instead of the requested polite descriptions, Monty's opted to fill in the blank with more... well, colorful phrases. Things like:
▸ Hello, my name is Inigo. I am a revenge-obsessed swordsman with daddy issues.
▸ Hello, my name is Marshall. I am what? who? chicka chicka Slim Shady.
▸ Hello, my name is Moana. I am MOAAANAAAAAAAA.
What will your name tag say? Do you agree to stay and wear it? While you may seek out blank nametags (or even just an extra marker to scribble out the offending message), you'll be sorely disappointed to find them all conveniently missing. Tearing it in two won't work, either — there's no penny-pinching on supplies here, and that thick plastic sticker won't rip for anything.
Oh, well. It could be worse, right? At least there's a snack bar, and everyone's suffering together... right?
Pull up a chair, find your next match, and try to avoid the enormous elephant in the room. Or don't. Whatever floats your boat, cuddlers!
In conjunction with this event, the mod team is glad to announce the launch of our official JOBS DIRECTORY! Should your character find honest employment at the jobs fair or even on their own, please be sure to let us know!
Helpful Hint: As a reminder, players are always welcome to suggest a location that may be missing from our directory, and characters are also welcome to open up their own venues with help from the city administration! For help with this, or to make a suggestion, please drop us a line at our GENERAL INBOX (or SCREENED INBOX, if you prefer).
As always, we're here for you, cuddlers, to make this game a success! We couldn't do it without you! |
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cuddlecity2017-09-01 11:37 am
I was gonna make this sad but it just turned ridiculous. /shrugs
Of course, just about every conversation before this has been with people she's never met before, people who don't look quite as obviously like they've just swallowed a lemon as Will does. Her footsteps are habitually quiet, padding under the din of the room (which, by the way, is way overdoing the AC for Kate's tastes - it's freezing) as she makes her way over.
How to excellently try and help a person:
step 1 - appear out of (seemingly) nowhere.
step 2 - )
The good snacks gone or summat?
( Yep. That's... definitely how you voice your concern about a person. Well done. Honestly, she really needs those asshole friends. They're less likely to open a conversation that way. )
ur the worst
kate, for probably the first time in will's life, isn't a welcome sight, doesn't make his stomach do the stupid backflippy nervous thing that he's so good at masking with lame nonchalance. nope. now, it's only dread, 'cause he's still coming down from being so fucking mad that he thinks he saw white for a second, and for someone so used to being 100% lowkey all the time, being 500% highkey amped up is not fucking ideal.
so, yeah, it's definitely time to snatch that slightly crumpled back up from the table, hold it clenched in a fist, take a long exhale. )
Nah. ( informative as always. his eyes sweep over the rest of the nametags left on the table, some sillier than others, and then there's — ) Katherine "Katydid" Galloway. Nice. ( which is said pretty humorlessly. at least one of them got off easy. )
you've seen nothing yet 🙃
She catches the movement of his hand out of the corner of her eye, the same way she'd catch a flare of power in her peripheral vision. Something trained into instinct and sharpness, for safety's sake, for the sake of the people she gives a damn about. )
The hell's wrong with you?
( Her voice is a low hiss, only meant for Will to hear even though her words are a probably unnecessary sledgehammer, because she always kind of sucks at being the concerned party when worry so easily turns to anger. )
i'm glad this is going so swimmingly
( which, you know, definitely sounds fake considering the hyper-defensive, exasperated hint of whine in his snapped reply, fists shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. the resulting adrenaline spike from the rush of frustrated anger makes him feel like shit, feels overwhelming as hell.
will exhales slowly, takes a step back from the table. ) Sorry. ( a kind of mumbled apology, as his gaze flicks up to meet hers, just barely. ) This whole thing is fucking stupid. I'm going.
it could be worse, but then i'd need to rethink that inbox thread
Fine. ( Her breath huffs out. She doesn't play therapist. Really, she's better at just pointing out the obvious - get over it in times of pain, just do it when someone's afraid - no matter how hypocritical. ) Talk to you later, aye?
( Or something. She misses the others. Fuck, does she ever miss the others. They deal with this shit. All she's good at is keeping Marc safe.
(And even that she can't manage without the help of these cities, so what is she really good at?) )
no subject
( this is so stupid. this is all so fucking stupid. he sounds so fucking stupid, and he knows it, the epitome of some whiny kid who doesn't get his way and throws a baseball through the front window of his parents' house or some shit out of spite — pure self-sabotage at its finest.
maybe he could just stay here and talk to her about why this whole thing is, in his eloquent words, "fucking stupid". maybe he could just link his fingers with hers and steal her away from this whole shindig altogether. or, maybe, in true will fashion, he's just going to leave, maybe throw a wrench in this fucking — whatever it is he has with kate, some undefined thing that will's glad to pretend isn't anything.
right. self-sabotage. )
Talk to you later, ( is will's small concession, crumpled nametag hidden inside of his pocket feeling like a lead weight, bearing down on him. he'll think of this, later, as a step forward: taking action, however dumb it is, rather than drowning in inaction. but for now, he ditches this whole thing, tries not to think about how much he's going to regret leaving kate just standing there in five minutes. )