EVENT ▸ welcome week

[cuddlemods]

EVENT 001: WELCOME WEEK

MOVE-IN DAY Welcome to Cadelle, cuddlers! The city is — for the most part, at least — very happy with the first wave of volunteers who have chosen to spend time here! To help everyone get settled a little easier, Mayor Drake and her team have put together a series of helpful booths, each staffed by friendly citizen volunteers who are more than ready to answer any questions characters may have. ▸ First things first: visitors will need to visit City Hall to officially enroll as a Cadelle citizen. Once complete, they'll receive their Welcome Packet, which will include all of the most important items for settling in. Characters will find keys to their apartment and associated mail box, their housing assignment, and their pre-activated CuddleCard, ready to go. In addition, the volunteer coordinators have included a newly printed map of the city, as well as contact information for various city-run organizations, just in case! ▸ Due to the influx of energy from all of the new visitors, the city’s computer systems have been experiencing some "minor hiccups". While this is nothing to be concerned about, characters may find themselves mildly inconvenienced — they may have received keys that don’t work in their door, or been issued someone else's room assignment unknowingly! ▸ If they've arrived during regular business hours, characters are, of course, able to visit the maintenance office on the first floor of each building for help switching out their mismatched keys or determining their correct assignment. However, getting settled after hours will require a little extra creative problem solving — like asking a new friend if sharing a bed for the night seems reasonable, sleeping on the couches in the public lounges downstairs, or maybe even roughing it for the night outdoors. (Of course, there's always the frowned-upon methods of breaking and entering... not that you heard it from us!) ▸ As with any move-in day, there’s bound to be lots to see and do. Characters may need help carrying their things, or even just help finding their way around. If they're lucky enough to find their room without problem, they may not be so lucky in their assignment. They may find themselves living underneath someone who's got to be part elephant (who stomps that much at 6 AM?!) or just above someone who insists on burning every batch of popcorn they make! Get out there, meet the neighbors, and see what this city has to offer! CITY SCAVENGER HUNT A few days after the big move-in weekend, characters will find an unread message on their CuddlePhone, encouraging them to check out the CuddleTalk network for a very special message from two very special guests. When they do, they’ll find a cute (but admittedly very cheesy) video message from Cadelle’s volunteer coordinators, Flora and Cornelius. The video highlights a few of the most popular destinations in the city — Blaze Pizza, for example, the home of the ninety-second wood-fired pizza, or Dinah’s, where you can enjoy a literal bucket of fries perfect for sharing. At the end of the video, a link will come up for characters to click if they are so inclined. They’ll be directed to a sign-up page for a city-wide scavenger hunt, with a grand prize promised for the first team to complete the challenge. Want to participate? ▸ Characters will be able to sign up for the scavenger hunt either on their own or with a friend. (The prizes remain the same regardless of the size of the team, so if your character wants all the money for themselves, they'll either want to race it alone or pick a very generous teammate!) ▸ Among the many delicious dining destinations around Cadelle, characters will discover three venues that the volunteer coordinators have tapped as their current favorites. Somewhere in those three venues, characters will find a beautiful framed photo of Flora and Cornelius. ▸ When characters find the photo, they'll be instructed to take their best selfie, being sure to capture themselves, the framed snapshot, and their teammate (if they chose to bring one along) in the shot. ▸ The first group to send in all three selfies will win the grand prize — one month's stipend worth of extra CuddleBucks! However, all competitors who complete the challenge will be rewarded with a token of appreciation — one week's stipend worth of CuddleBucks, just for playing along! ▸ While characters explore the city, they just might find some "bonus" surprises along the way. Keep your eyes peeled! Helpful Hint: To find the secret locations (and any hidden bonuses along the way), check out our CITY DIRECTORY for all the amazing destinations your character can explore! Feel free to sort by category on the left, and click your way through your first big adventure in the big city! Mod Note: For fairness, the "grand prize" winner will be determined by RNG in a drawing on August 4 at 3:00 PM. If your character would like to be eligible to win the grand prize, please be sure to leave us a comment so we can include them in the drawing!

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▸ GRAND PRIZE SIGN-UPS

[cuddlemods( as admin)]

If your character plans to participate, and you'd like them to be considered for the grand prize, please be sure to leave a comment here! To be as fair as possible to all of our players, the winner(s) of the contest will be determined by RNG drawing later this week.

However, we still want our players (ourselves included!) to have some fun with this event, so while your questionnaire answers won't determine who wins or loses, we hope you'll take a moment to consider how your character might attack this great challenge. (Or not. Maybe they're into poverty and never leaving home. Oscar the Grouch would approve.)

<b>Player Name:</b> <b>Character Name:</b> <b>Teammate:</b> If applicable! If they're competing alone, just let us know. <b>What's their plan?</b> Have they been scoping out all the city's best food and bev locations in their free time? Are they unreasonably fast on their feet? Do they plan on bribing city officials for the inside (ice cream) scoop?

c:

[investigatived]

Player Name: dai
Character Name: Porpentina Goldstein
Teammate: Credence Barebone
What's their plan? Since Tina had arrived, she would have been doing her absolute best to all but completely memorize the map. She's a New Yorker, so she's used to knowing city streets and the best way to go about them. She may not have actually stopped and dined at every restaurant she found, but she has walked by a good portion of them. She's also fairly competitive, and would probably be down to just run around the city with Credence for the fun of it. She will do her best to keep them on task and just try and hit as many places as they can, but there is a good chance they will get distracted along the way (especially in bookstores.....whoops.)

[recoined]

Player Name: jenna & sarah
Character Name: kimberly hart (recoined)
Teammate: clary fray (creatio)
What's their plan? running very fast, being incredibly enthusiastic, flirting with vendors to try and get hints. possibly shoving people, but they haven't decided yet.

[venaris]

Player Name: shannon
Character Name: dean winchester
Teammate: lone soldier
What's their plan? dean's first pit stops absolutely include: pie and burgers, and somewhere to pick up beer. while others are probably worried about other first night essentials at their place, that'd definitely be his go to's. other than that, by sundown he's at colonel's, propped up at the bar as if it's just another day in the office ( that never really exists )of a hunter. he's not entirely sure how he feels about everything, so laying low unless company joins his side at their own leisure is more his pace.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Player Name: Cerie
Character Name: Sansa Stark
Teammate: she would go it alone
What's their plan? Sansa would determine who the leaders of the city are and try to engage them politically and with social grace. She's quite good at it.

kara danvers • ota

[advena]

IT'S OPENING NIGHT MOVE-IN DAY!

( kara's move-in process is thankfully fairly straightforward. she gets her housing assignment and her keys early in the morning, before the crowds begin to form in front of city hall, and finding her way to her assigned room — the very top of alpha building, in a room that faces east towards the rising sun, promised to be flooded with light from morning until sunset — proves to be easy enough with the help of a provided map.

that's about all that's easy, though. you'd think supergirl could manage something as simple as unlocking a new door with a new key, but no. you'd be quite wrong. her assignment is correct, but her sense of navigation in this new place is not. east could easily be west, right? or north? maybe even south? in any case, whatever door kara's currently trying her hardest to open, jamming the key into the lock with enough force that the metal cracks in the lock, effectively preventing herself and anyone else from entering that particular room... well, it's not hers.

oops? )

YOU HAD ME AT FOOD.

( anyone who knows kara already knows she spent her first waking hours in the city doing two very important things: one, locating and subsequently squeezing the air out of the lungs of anyone she considers a friend, and (more importantly) two, locating and sampling (devouring) the various food venues within the boundaries of the city.

therefore, she's an excellent competitor who just so happens to be gifted with the blessings of superspeed, be it on land or by air, and one who also just so happens to be pretty generous when it comes to sharing the winnings. kara's not going to choose among her friends, though. that's like choosing a favorite type of food. it can't be done. they'll have to choose for themselves.

instead, she'll send out a text message — to everyone she knows — that reads:

i'm starting at dinah's for fries and a milkshake
first person to meet me there gets to split the prize when we win the scavenger hunt :)

and, of course, the milkshake is chocolate. what other options are there? )

shh you get text for now

[speedforcer]

nope not helping
i think that counts as cheating

[you know, an alien/speedster team up in a city like this.]

( clary fray | shadowhunters. )

[creatio]

a. open.

( There's a girl with bright orange hair sitting on the floor outside the maintenance office. She's cross-legged, eyes closed, curls of black peeking from the collar of her shirt and down her arms. She's either been here five minutes, or five hours, depending on the weariness of her sigh. When she opens her eyes, they're bright and green and wry, a smile curving her mouth. )

Let me guess. ( One hand lifts up and she twirls the keys there, like she's a gunslinger in the wild west. ) You got the wrong ones too. ( She's not actually all that upset. She just wants to get in so she can go back out again, find a place that sells the stuff she'll need to spend the night. While she doesn't mind slumming it, she really wants to be able to change. Plus she has to go and requisition a stele, apparently. Someone told her. )

I thought about checking the other doors, but there are a lot and what if I walk in on some poor person in the buff. ( Socialising. She's so good at it. ) I mean, not that I do that. Or have done that. It was just a thought. ( Great, now she sounds like a pervert. )

b. open.

( Cadelle is nicer than she thought. The apartment buildings are clean and much brighter than some of the ones in New York, but she's mostly only seen weird underground bunkers and then various eateries. She hasn't actually gone to explore much. Rectifying that seemed like her first port of call, especially if she'll be here for a while. Clary's wandering aimlessly, a few bags looped over her wrist, when she spots the sign for the Museum of Art. If it wasn't clear she was a dork before, it certainly is now because she practically skips up the steps to peer at the signs on the board.

Already she's itching to go inside, but part of her wants to hold off too. She needs to find a supply store, buy herself a new sketchbook, some pencils, download enough music on her CuddlePhone. The wait would be worth it, she could decompress properly that way.

( Idly, she wonders if Jace would come with. She also wonders if it's silly that she would like to sit in comfortable silence with him. Though would the artwork compare, if he were at her side? -- No, no more of that. )

Thoughts wandering dangerously, Clary turns abruptly and nearly barrels into the person behind her, accidentally thwacking them with her packages. ) Oh, my God! I'm so sorry. ( Shadowhunter skills, what are they? )

c. closed / kimberly.

( She's bored. That's her excuse. She's bored and definitely not desperately lonely. It's 100% the first feeling that has her escaping her apartment minutes after reading the scavenger information, bag already slung over her shoulder as she makes her way to Kimberly's apartment, knuckles rapping against the door. Clary tries not to fidget, really she does. She's grace and poise and all of those things that she'd use to describe Izzy. Actually, she should probably be trying to embody Izzy instead. But no, when the door finally opens, Clary's tugging on her ponytail enough that she's sure it's frizzing. )

Hi.

( She probably should have called ahead, or maybe even texted. But here she is anyway. Waving her phone at Kimberly, she grins in what she hopes is not a deranged way. )

Food based scavenger hunt. Cash prize. Thought we could pool together our stomachs and our resources and win this thing. You in?

d. open.

( The Axe & Oxen isn't really her style. She's slower, if she fills herself on potatoes. Less likely to run away from demons. That's what she tells herself. But what she's also telling herself is that by not being her thing, it's definitely going to be one of the clues. She knows how this works.

She sits down in a chair to anticipate her future heaviness, craning her neck to see where her partner's gone off to before flipping open the menu. Maybe appetizers. Then they can hit up more places. But lo and behold, the photo is carefully tucked into the inside. Clary lets out a whoop of victory that startles the other diners, plucking it free before heading to the bar. She's waiting for the tender to notice her, so she doesn't mind beaming at the person beside her. )

So, how many have you found?

( You better be taking part, snoozers are losers. )

e. wildcard.

( Hit me up at athosing if you want to plot. )

makes this a disaster, obviously.

[recoined]

( it takes kimberly a good ten minutes of grumbling and vague hand gestures towards the door before she's actually presentable enough to open it. she vaguely considers changing out of what had counted as pajamas the night before — shorts that were arguably too short to be worn in public (not that it ever stopped her) and one of too many tank tops worn loosely over her shoulders — but decides she doesn't really care enough just yet.

that is, until clary's nervous smile and shockingly red mane greets her from the other side, fingertips tugging on the ends of her ponytail in a way that somehow claims all of kimberly's attention. ) Uh, hey. ( not that she's unhappy to see her. which is exactly what that sounds like. disgruntled and unhappy about being woken up, sure, but not so much about the company behind it.

blinking the grogginess out of her eyes, she listens as clary tries to explain the rationale for her visit. something about a scavenger hunt, and food, and money, which was never really a bad reason to do anything as far as she's concerned. plus the invitation to loop kimberly in on her potential winnings.

it wasn't like she had anything to lose, right? )

Am I... yeah, yeah, that sounds great. Let me put, like, actual clothes on, though? Two seconds.

( and while her hand releases the hold on the door, she doesn't actually close it, just leaves it open as she trudges back towards her closet. whether clary comes closer or not, the sight of kimberly tugging that tank top over her shoulders is not one that's hidden from view. or the rest of the steps in her changing process, for that matter. )

leonard snart ▸ ota

[atms]

I. MOVE-IN DAY.

[ the key to leonard's apartment isn't actually the key to his apartment. which he isn't really surprised by, honestly. everything about this situation has smacked of "too good to be true" so it's a little reassuring to see things going at least a bit wrong.

he doesn't make a big deal out of it, instead hanging out in the communal areas of gamma building during the day, watching everyone else and seeing how others who are having trouble react. and how maintenance responds to them. he doesn't go to get his own keys fixed. it's not like he needs them, anyway.

what he does need, as the day starts to turn to evening, is some food. ] Hey. [ he pitches his voice loud enough to be heard from where he's very weirdly slouching over some furniture. ] You had any of the grub here yet? How is it?

II. MOVE-IN DAY 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

[ he gets his dinner eventually. and a few beers because that's what one does when one dies and then instead of seeing the pearly gates ends up some place where cuddling and acts of good will grants wishes. it's distinctly possible he's a little tipsy. and he may or may not be feeling like he needs to do something more like himself after that whole self-sacrificing thing.

which is why he decides he's gonna break into his own apartment from the outside instead of just picking his own lock like he'd been planning on at first. it's a terrible idea. and, because it's just how his life as been going the past couple days, leonard ends up slipping through the window into a dark apartment that is very much not his own.

and smacking his shin against a coffee table that was hiding in the shadows. ] Ow! Mother--

III. OOT AND ABOOT.

[ while he doesn't participate in the scavenger hunt, leonard does spend the first week or so exploring every inch of the city. at one point or another he can be found just about any place that doesn't solely have to do with the great outdoors or community service. (though he does--very, very, very briefly--stop in at the animal shelter.) there's a handful of places that he frequents multiple times and it's pretty clear they may end up usual hangouts for him.

the first is, unsurprisingly, criminales. it's his favorite kind of dive bar, and the fact that his partner's the one who owns it just makes it even better. it's quite possibly the only place in this city that immediately feels safe to leonard. that probably says something about him, but it's not anything he's going to be thinking about much.

other places you're likely to find him are the green room where he's just as likely to be hustling someone as playing fair, the cadelle museum of art where he is absolutely casing the place as much as he's appreciating the art, (old habits die hard) and, perhaps a bit surprisingly to some, the ice castle where he seems to enjoy watching people skate as much as he does doing it himself. and if he lets himself get coaxed into giving a kid hockey tips, well. doing good's just part of this whole deal, right? ]

IV. WILDCARD.

[ feel free to hit me up with whatever you want that's not here! i can also set up a specific starter if you like, just hit me up on plurk or discord (chanterie#3878) and lmk! ]

ii

[kelvins]

[having spent countless nights on the waverider where at any given moment all hell can break loose, mick's gotten accustomed living on little sleep. it doesn't make him particularly happy, but it does mean that he hears the telltale sounds of someone attempting to break in before leonard ever hits his coffee table.

which is why he's bolting out of his bed and immediately grabbing his heat gun and ready to rip a new one into whomever has the gall to break into a criminal's home and disturb his slumber.

this is of course until he hears the hissed swear. mick knows that voice as well as his own. it's bounced around his head for years — literally and metaphorically — which is the only reason why len isn't burnt to a crisp on entry.

the gruff reply is in stark contrast to how happy mick is to see his favorite klepto.]

Why don't you use the door like a normal person, Len?

tina goldstein | fantastic beasts and where to find them

[investigatived]

GAMMA BUILDING, FLOOR 2 - MOVE IN DAY - open.

[ getting through the welcome booths had been a fairly painless experience. tina didn't have many belongings, other than a few bags of clothes, and the staff had been incredibly welcoming. she knew what she was getting into when she got in line, which helped move the whole process along. her keys were handed over, as well as the map and her card, and she was pointed in the right direction with a wave and a smile.

she was nervous, sure. being in such a new place without much of a central point of reference left her a bit wide eyed and unsure, but she shook her head and kept her feet moving. she could explore in a bit, try and introduce herself to a few more people around her place, maybe search out the closest book store...

tina's key worked just fine (thankfully - she won't know that for some they don't until a bit later) and she gets inside her room fairly quickly. considering she didn't bring too much with her except the essentials, she's pretty free not long after being left in her room. that also means she ends up stepping back out into the hall fairly soon after, looking off down the hall to see if she could see any of her new floor-mates.

at the first sound of footsteps, she will jump a bit, stepping a bit further out into the hall. ] Hello? Do you need any help? [ she feels a bit like a new student at ilvermorny on their first day, but she tries to push that subtle nervousness away. ]

SCAVENGER HUNT - closed to credence(&percival graves)

[ tina hadn't really had big plans for the day when the message reached her phone - nothing more than continuing her exploration of the city, maybe getting lunch with credence. the second she reads it, though, she can't quite hide the smile that breaks out across her face - immediately sending credence a message about completeing the scavenger hunt with her.

just over an hour later she's standing out in front of the first place highlighted in the video - Blaze Pizza - bouncing in the balls of her feet a bit excitedly. she's a fairly competitive person, at her core, and the chance to have some kind of hunt through the city has her in a good mood. she and credence had agreed to meet here, just to check if that had been a clue, before starting off on the rest of the city.

the idea of a 'selfie' was still something she was trying to understand, but she figured they would have time to work it out. ]

WILDCARD

[ feel free to shoot me a message or contact me at disarmingly to plot something out. or just write up a starter and i'll respond! c: ]

scavenger hunt

[proscribed]

[Credence was settling into the new city as well as he had the last - there were a few bumps along the way, but he had people here to help him with it. Which was surprising, but made him happy. He had Tina, Percival, and Kieren. They were all important to him and they'd all somehow come here, too. There were some that hadn't made it, those that he would miss, but he couldn't dwell on the negatives, he had to hope that they received their incentive and were somewhere good now.

Spending the day with Tina is something he looks forward to. When he learns that there is a scavenger hunt, something he's never done before, but he rushes to Blaze Pizza as quickly as he can to help. He understands the gist of it. Find what they need to find and follow clues to lead them there.

When he sees Tina, he hurries to her side, reaching for her hand in his excitement.]

Miss Tina. I came as fast as I could.

[He feels.. young and carefree. Here, with her.]

daisy johnson ( agents of shield | ota )

[foreshock]

a. open.

( Daisy is in trouble. Mostly because she chose to spend her day harassing the locals in various bars for information, hustling them at pool so they had to hand over their hard earned cash with quiet, and not so quiet, grumbling. When she finally decided to head off to the apartment building listed in her paperwork, everywhere was closed, locked up, quiet. What few stragglers were around ended up being people already settled in.

Her key doesn't work.

For a long moment she just tries jimmying it, in case there's something wrong with the lock, in case it's just stuck or stiff or anything that means she doesn't have the wrong key. When that doesn't work, Daisy lets out a long curse, pressing her forehead to the wood of the door. Her hand lifts, like she's half thinking of quaking the door open, before it drops again to hang by her side. )

Motherfucker.

( She turns when she hears footsteps behind her, unabashed despite everything. With a wry smile and a shrug, Daisy lets out a half laugh. ) Please tell me you're best buddies with a locksmith. Because if not I am totally fucked. ( She's slept in a van before. She can do this. She just wants to be dramatic. )

b. open.

( Good Vibrations tempts her by just the name. Daisy catches it on her run - after her trip to the now open maintenance office to sort out her key situation - and she can't help but slow down long enough to peer inside. At first glance it doesn't look like much, in fact she is tricked into thinking it's a fancy hotel or a spa or something vanilla, and ultimately bland. A thought pulls at her though, a curiosity she's not very good at controlling, and without thinking too much about it, she's pushing inside. Her gaze instinctively goes to the chandelier, gut twisting even now she's several years away from being Skye. She doesn't belong here. She'll mess up the veneer just by breathing wrong.

And then her eyes drop to the shiny display cases full of a rainbow of sex toys and her grin is vicious and relieved. ) Huh. Guess this is my kind of place after all.

( She approaches the nearest, still smirking as she eyes up the various items on offer. While Daisy prefers a helping hand, she's not against a good solo mission. She doesn't look up when the door opens again, instead stoops to inspect something that is quite frankly massive and monstrous. Feet pause at her eyeline and she grins upwards, flirtatious and wicked. ) The Hulk ain't got nothing on this.

( Join her in this amazing adventure, friend. )

c. open.

( Daisy eventually slips onto a stool at The Colonel's, exhausted but fairly pleased with her day. She may or may not have shopping bags that come from her new favourite store at her feet, may or may not be tempted into a talk about the logo and therefore the things she's acquired. But for now she just leans her elbows on the bartop, scanning the various taps and labels before her.

Hunter would know which one to choose, she thinks with both a pang of sadness and a ridiculous rush of something fond. Instead of dwelling though, Daisy just turns to whoever's beside her, strikes up a conversation with ease. )

So, what's good?

d. wildcard.

( hit me up at athosing if you want to plot. )

b. as i fly face first into this dumpster fire

[acuerdo]

[perhaps he should've bothered to do a little recon before he'd stepped inside, but robbie's mostly low tech unless necessity dictates otherwise. the important thing to note is that he hadn't looked up Good Vibrations before he'd stepped inside, and that he assumed that the name was a nod to the beach boys. or something.

suffice to say, he's not prepared for brightly colored silicone or the wall of personal lubricants or... well, he's not really ready for any of it.

nor is he ready for the very familiar silouette he spots across the way. the prudent thing would be to walk out, pretend that this chance encounter never happened. but there are just some things that can't be unseen, and the sight of daisy's grin while staring at something obscenely large is — for better or worse —
going to be one of them.

cue uncomfortable shuffling past a row of videos until he's right beside her.]

Of all the gin joints... I wasn't expecting to see... [anyone he knew if he's being perfectly honest] you here.

clark kent | ota

[elscion]

a. move in day

[Moving into a new place always came with a certain degree of stress, especially when moving in involved being in a completely different world from where you considered home. It could also be pretty stressful if the reason you were moving in to begin with was because you very recently well, died. Or at least came close enough to it that the magical wish-granting fairies of Cadelle invited you along to their city of positive energy.

Clark was trying his best not to dwell on it, at least. He had a new place to get into, a place that he was pretty eager to make comfortable too, so he'd gotten up bright and early in order to get down to city hall before making liberal use of his CuddleCard to buy a few bits and pieces, most notably a coffee machine.

He checked and double-checked his housing assignment on the packet they gave him before entering the building and climbing the flight of stairs, or was that two or three flights, before locating his door... or was that someone else's door, who knew what East facing was anyway. Regardless of which door he ended up at, he was awkwardly trying to balance the coffee machine and a couple bags in one arm while jiggling the keys into the lock. It was a stubborn old thing but that was no match for this intrepid reporter and he'd dealt with many stubborn locks before. Except maybe he was trying a little too hard when he shoulders the door, knocking it completely off its hinges where it can land, the wood lying on the floor at the same level as the jaw of the person's room he just broke into.]

b. stuffed

[Clark wasn't necessarily participating in the Scavenger Hunt in the more normal sense, after the dust had settled with regards to the relocation of Cadelle he was mostly scavenging for good places to eat rather than clues. More than that he was trying to make a brilliant mental record of what the place had available. He'd already done a good old fashioned Birds Eye View of the place but it wasn't quite the same as treading the streets of this fantastic city.

After a long morning of walking the reporter finds himself in Stuffed which was both an apt name for the restaurant and also the condition of Clark's stomach after just half the sandwich. It was so good though and he'd been raised right, Clark Kent wasn't a wasteful man. At that perfect moment someone he vaguely recognised from around the city, a fellow wish-maker, walked into the cafe and the Kryptonian found himself waving them over and gesturing to his plate like some psychopathic grandmother who just found out you haven't eaten yet today.] Hey... we've met before, right? This is going to sound kind of weird but, would you like half a sandwich? Its good, I promise. [Please eat his sandwich, do him this favour, he can't handle more bread. And next time he comes back here with this freshly achieved coupon, he's bringing a friend.]

c. the colonel's

[Clark definitely wasn't what you could call a barhound, but he was someone that liked to keep busy and more importantly, he was used to having a schedule that ate up every spare minute of his time. Be it through working on an article or out saving the world as Superman- after all, day and night meant very little when you could traverse timezones in the blink of an eye. It meant that as he settled into life in Cadelle he found himself seeking every opportunity to leave the apartment, for now at least.

Tonight was one such night that he did go out, finding himself at a nice enough bar with a varied collection of beer. He was sat up at the bar when someone approached, settling themselves on the bar stool beside him. Instantly Clark turned to them with a warm smile.] Can I buy you a beer? [It turns out he was ready to offer a lot of things recently. First sandwiches, now beverages. You'd almost think he was just positively ecstatic to be alive and making the most of every little extra second he was earning here in Cadelle.]

d. wildcard

[Anything else you might want with Clark feel free to throw a prompt at him within any of the locations of Cadelle. Or if the digital world is more your thing hit up his inbox or swipe left on his okCuddle - for any plotting stuff hit me up either at razrushost or Razrushost#8963! ]

C

[neutronium]

[Hux was trying to make the most of being here; it was unlike any place he had ever been, and without any signs of real forward technology, space travel, or...or any sign of anyone who might know him or his Order, he was a bit lost.

It was a bit freeing as well--but he just wasn't sure what to do with that freedom, yet. He was a man of order and control; it was something he needed in his life, and he's find a way to put it back in eventually. It was only the first day, though, so he found himself wandering into the bar in his uniform, glancing over at the man who spoke to him, an eyebrow quirking up.]

Actually a whiskey, if you don't mind? I'm not overly fond of beer, but a drink would be excellent.

[Was it rude to switch beverage of choice, perhaps. But he knew what he liked.]

jessica jones | ota

[underachievement]

SCAVENGER HUNT aka QUITTING FOR WINNERS @ Dinah's

[ Ah, what the hell. She's not technically here under duress. She's already taking a chance on this place, might as well keep the gamble going, and besides, she used to really like scavenger hunts as a kid. This is the bare minimum of justification she has to go through in order to participate in just about anything, so convincing herself of it isn't any extra burden.

Private investigator is, after all, a grown-up scavenger hunter, when it comes down to brass tacks. Case closed.

It's a decently entertaining solo venture, on which she gets her bearings and eyes people in passing. Pizza place is cute but not really her deal, and too many newbies like her are coming and going through it. With no one slowing her down, Jess blasts through her first and second venues and ends up at Dinah's. There she finds the Stepford photo and the instructions on how to proceed, at which she scoffs derisively. Okay, fuck scavenger hunts actually.

Jess crumples up The Perfect Couple and asks the staff what they've got instead of read the menu. She hunkers down near the window with a bucket of fries and some condiments in paper cups, to people watch. Once a big enough group comes in to keep the staff busy, she intends to slip in among them or behind them and make off with the bucket that she's not allowed to leave the restaurant with, keeping you between her and the eyes of Dinah's proprietors. She's gonna get something out of this stupid kid's game they tricked her into playing.

Jessica Jones has won a bucket. ]

MOVE-IN DAY aka IT'S A METAPHOR @ Beta?? Residence

[ An NYC lifer, Jess is used to busy, bustling streets... full of other New Yorkers, who know how to behave in foot traffic. The other Cadell...ans, Cadellites? Cadellese? She's sure she overheard someone say it but she didn't bother hanging onto the information. The other idiots like her are all technically tourists and most of them walk like it. When Jess isn't ducking into one of the emptier businesses to pretend to browse and/or slake the gist of the local economy's vibe, she takes her chances walking on the street, and spends most of the day mapping the place with her feet without sparing a glance at her map.

As the day winds toward evening, Jess has another pass by the residences, and without a visible queue of people from the street, opts for that moment to go and check out her place. Her place, in front of which you may find her swearing when her goddamn keys don't work, and not bothering to look around before wrapping her fingers around the door knob and twisting it beyond a brief metallic wean and the crack of cheap wood. Or good wood. Who knows.

Her place, maybe not so much her place? Did they screw up on the door number too? If so, ] Uh, hey. [ Screw it. It's not her fault the bureaucrats can't get their crap together in any universe. Her place now. ] Get out?

[ Don't forget there's always the scenario behind door number three: She got the right room number, wrong building. If someone else is doing one, feel free to do the other; I have no limit on the amount of doors and lives she can fuck up in a day. ]

WILD CARD aka PROBABLY A BAR @ wherever.

[ Do whatever! PP or add my plurk lungful if you'd like to plot first, though it's not necessary. All CR is good CR to me! Texting, action, or prose, all welcome. Her OKC and IC inbox can be found... there. ]

probably a bar

[dedikated]

( There's a lot to be said about the general weirdness of this concept, even after months in Eudio. That whole cities are crying out for people to bond and play house for a few months in exchange for anything they could want, it all sounds so ridiculous when laid out like that.

But superpowers only do so much and if Cadelle can keep their promise, Kate sees no reason not to move on to this place in her quest to fix the last hours back at home.

Whatever. For now, what Kate really wants to concentrate on is the fact that, like Eudio, this city is host to some wonderful bars. She doesn't bother to check the name, just the chalkboard offering specials, and shifts her way through a throng of people to get to the bar. However many of these people are new, she's not sure, and it isn't a priority when there's beer on tap.

And, tap tap tap. It is going to take ages, isn't it? )

Waited long?

( Hi, stranger. )

kate galloway.

[dedikated]

one / city hall
( She got her wish. At least, that's what they said. Kate skipped straight from one offer to another, a knot of anxiety in her stomach that there's some unwritten part of her original deal that will leave her unable to do anything when she goes home, that writes off the months in the city of Eudio because she didn't use the right words or something equally petty. Enter: Cadelle, offering another adventure like before, if you define adventure as anything entirely unlike your daily life. Another city that asks for nothing more than some attempts at doing the nice thing. The right thing.

It's another mission. Just one more hurdle to jump before things are right again.

One more hurdle... and a shit-ton of bureaucracy.

Kate's as noticable for her hair - near-fluroescent pink falling to her waist (probably less impressive when you note she's all of 5'3") - as she is the sheer energy with which she buzzes. Never quite still while she's in the queue, her foot taps restlessly or she shifts from side to side, biting back sighs of irritation as the clock ticks. )

C'mon...

( Talking to the counter by the clock, trying to will it to flick through the next ten numbers or so, is definitely going to work, right? )

two / conch cove
( Moving in can be less than eventful when the sum of your city possessions are the clothes with which you arrived. Or, more accurately, when your key doesn't work for your apartment at all and the city hall's closed by the time you find out that. Not the best start to a new life, not by far.

Kate's feet take her around the city while she tries to figure out what to do about it. So far the winner is keep walking until it's time for city hall to open again. She's a superhuman, and no stranger to sleepless nights. Just keep moving, which is what she's best at. Keep going until the sun rises over the city and the tide shifts-

There's something about the beach that's like a magnetic pull, where things seem endless. If Kate could fly, she could spring into the air and go anywhere. It's why she loves the rooftops back home so much. The space, the views that go on for miles. And the fact that it's way easier to traverse a busy city from up above than it is on the streets with people rushing around, traffic making you grind to a halt.

Her feet kick sand up like its dust in a construction site, steps quickening, balance shifting to accommodate for the movement of the ground beneath her as she starts running, for the lack of anything else to do.

Maybe give her a running partner? Or just question why someone's doing their workout in a hoodie, boots and black skinny jeans. That too. )

wildcard /
( or come at me with anything else. there's a lovely, very inviting (what sarcasm) okcuddle post here for chat shenanigans or hit up my plurk at forethought. )

surprise, binch ... surprise, beach?

[novacaine]

( yeah, there sure is something like the beach that's like a magnetic pull.

for will, it's — weirdly, a reminder a home. which makes him feel stupid for even seeking it out in the first place, considering the whole reason he's even here in yet another whack ass magical city is to get away from home. but it reminds him of when things were okay back home, when him and his two best friends and heather could say fuck it and scramble into tunny's beat up car and drive north to the beach, start a bonfire, get wasted, probably end up skinny dipping and full of regrets. but at least it was fun and they could be carefree and not give a shit.

it's just about the polar opposite now. the sun's pretty much set by now, last flickers of pinkish orange looming above the line where the sky meets the ocean waves, and will's just sitting right in the sand with a cigarette, a leg pulled up towards his chest as he watches the waves come in. there's probably sand in his converses — probably in his skinny jeans, too. but fuck it, he's wallowing ... self-reflecting ... trying to figure out if he's even doing the right thing by sticking around this place.

well, he meant cadelle in general. the beach is apparently the right place to be, considering will sees hot pink in the distance and he squints a little to confirm that — yes, he is in fact seeing kate running across the beach, looking like her life depends on it. again. jesus, does she ever stop running?

will's apparently not going to stop interrupting her running. instead, he calls: ) Kate! ( and gives a half-hearted wave that's fully genuine on the inside. )

thom creed | ota

[sanator]

a. enrolment - city hall

[The enrolment process was an interesting one because it was like every other sign up event Thom had ever been to... as in, it was boring. There were long queues and Thom found himself getting tired just standing there surrounded by other people who were going through the exact same process as him. It was just like League tryouts except not as nerve wracking, he was here on a mission after all... and this time he didn't have any secrets to keep.

It instilled in him a sense of calm that was enough for him to turn to the person behind him, a small nervous smile on his features as he gestures to the queue beyond them.] Queues, huh? I've never liked them. [Such an articulate young man, so full of ideas... so revolutionary. He chews a little thoughtfully on his lip, remembering how terrible his idea of small-talk went at the tryouts before throwing caution to the wind and extending a hand in greeting.] I'm Thom, Thom Creed.

b. move in day - gamma building - lounges

[So through no fault of his own, or probably something that he'd inadvertently screwed up. Thom had ended up with a set of defunct keys that, while letting him into the actual building for Gamma, didn't permit him to actually open any of the available rooms in the house. It was a ridiculously stressful thing to have happened and he'd maybe spent too much of his day trying to socialise and network, after all there were some really interesting people in the city. But it did mean that city hall had closed for the night and there was no way of resolving this key problem in Thom's immediate future.

Instead he was sitting on a couch, his head in his hands and more importantly, looking decidedly glum at his own misfortune. But hey, at least he still had a roof over his head even if he had no access to a room. It was better than the time he'd ran away from home and slept on a bus. He could probably do with a consoling word or two, or at least some company.]

c. the colonel's - baby's first drinking experience

[Thom had made a very special discover since his arrival in Cadelle and that was people were very inviting, even the original citizens of the city- those who hadn't made wishes seemed to be very welcoming to the invading forces of this place. It made Thom feel great, the stark contrast of what he'd left behind to where he'd arrived now helping him come out of his shell a little more day by day.

One thing about people being inviting though, is that Thom somehow got invited to a bar... despite not being twenty-one. He expected to be ID'd on his way inside and found himself sorely mistaken... which was the exact moment he came out with the fateful words one beer please and had it set in front of him... it was a revelation. Thom Creed, the superhero, was now officially an adult.

He probably needed some company for this trip, from someone who was a lot more experienced than himself... someone who might inevitably reel him in. Or someone that could just provide a little pleasant company and see how this particular bud blossomed when under the influence of alcohol.]

d. wildcard

[Anything else you might want with Thom feel free to throw a prompt at him within any of the locations of Cadelle. Or if the digital world is more your thing hit up his inbox or swipe left on his okCuddle - for any plotting stuff hit me up either at razrushost or Razrushost#8963 on Discord! ]

a

[ferdi]

[ In truth, Ferdi found himself not completely comfortable with the whole enrollment process but this place was nice enough -- too nice, really and there was so much about it all that was unfamiliar to him. He supposes that's to be expected when one gets pushed into the future unexpectedly -- did anyone actually expect that there wouldn't have been progress after all?

He's usually more outgoing and talkative but there's an anxiety that had permeated through him that had him keeping to himself for the time being -- it wouldn't last long.

But, when Thom turns around and talks to him he brightens instantly despite the rather bland observation. ]

Find me a person who does. [ He retorts with decent sounding English but his German accent is clear enough. ] Pleasure to meet you. I'm Ferdi Müller.

[ He reaches to give his hand a shake. ]

dean winchester | supernatural, ota!

[venaris]

I. DINAH'S.

[ alright, so he's already assessed it may not be the best idea to make himself at home at Colonel's within his first day of the city, but god if he isn't dizzied by an ebbing need for a shot— or four. something to dull the fact that he'd been transported to a city thriving on friggin' cuddling. in essence, he gets it, and he really wouldn't bat an eye at any opportunity to get Mary back... but, still. he's not the most optimistic, deciding to settle for Dinah's after catching a waft of something fried, spotting an ad on the entry for their featured bucket of fries.

after fitting a few into his mouth, viridian hues set sights on the glory selection of pies laid behind a glossy case. ] Sweet mother-... [ alright, maybe this place isn't so awful after all. don't be alarmed to see him buying at least five slices— wherever his pad's at, it's sure as hell got to have a fridge, right? the winchester diet: beer and pie. at least he can check one of those off his list. ]

II. GOOD VIBRATIONS.

[ in his defense, the place sure as hell didn't look like a sex shop from the outside, and even when boots stalk forward along polished wooden floors, it isn't until he's met with what appears as a shrine of— well, toys that he realizes exactly where he is. so sue him if he's a little curious, venturing his way deeper into the shop upon seeing their was no company directly around him. not like he had a need for any of this stuff, good ol' hands did the trick, but... a squint, bowing down a bit with furrowed brows to study an intricate, golden— yes, golden —thing.

the price tag pulls a low whistle from the hunter's lips, that is before a rather devious looking segway to another room snatches his attention. okay, mostly it's the gleam of handcuffs and the deft weaving of leather whips he finds neatly racked along the wall. a low breath to himself: ] Well Toto, we ain't in Kansas anymore.

III. COLONEL'S.

[ well, at least he made it til sun down to slip inside the place. myriad of drafts and bottles aligned behind mahogany bar like a sight for sore eyes. he flickers two digits in the air upon finding a stool, resting forward on both arms. ] Whiskey, double and neat.

[ it comes rehearsed, far too familiar along his tongue, same fingertips used to pinch at the bridge of his nose. there's some idle chatter around him, delicate clinks of glass from the tender. was gonna take a lot more than that to come to terms with where he is, and why, but it's a start, and he's got the entire night ahead of him, eh? ]

IV. LOCKED OUT?

[ he'd just finished bringing duffel and a few other belongings- as space as they are, indoors, heading back out to lock up Baby before he hears a distressed huff, followed by a set of paced footsteps scratching at the parking lot. a short peer around indicates that most others had turned in for the evening, that or were nestled within the nightlife of the place; needless to say, the residencies were, for the most part, pretty quiet considering the first night.

he could leave it be, but perhaps curiosity's once more taken the cat as he hears some mumble of useless keys; he purses his lips, impala's door creaking as it shuts and keys twirled around his finger, opposite hand stuffing into his pocket. ] You, uh— you good?

V. WILDCARD.

[ feel free to find me on plurk at rosefret to plot all the things!

also tackle dean's OKCUDDLE if you dare. ]

golden dildo you said?

[dedikated]

( She's locked out of her so called apartment.

Which is just. Ugh. Let's not talk about that. City hall's closed and the only thing there is to do is try and learn what about this city differs from Eudio. To learn the streets and stores - where a girl can buy groceries or, more importantly, tequila.

Much like Dean, Kate finds herself in here because it's discreet. It's easy to overlook as what it is, though the name of the store clicks as soon as she steps inside, lips pursing together and eyebrows raising. Welp.

The oldest business in the book, isn't it? )

Didn't notice that when we got th' offer?

( Because what everyone in their life needs is a drawling response from a Lancastrian accent as Kate leans over to pick out something less golden, but no less impressive in its design - some gaudy black and white creation made with what looks like dollops of hot glue.

...That seems dangerous. )

Eugene Root ( OTA )

[pureed]

( Move in )

[ In truth, getting situated at City Hall is a little overwhelming. There's a lot of people and well he's having to talk and that's always a bit awkward and he doesn't really lift his head much in the process of getting his welcome packet.

You might hear quiet excuses mes and pardons as he makes his way out and heads to his assigned housing on Gamma, Floor 1. He's not carrying a lot just one bag and if he saw anyone struggling he'd certainly offer to help -- whether or not his quiet words are heard or understood is another matter but if they look at him his face is kind and open and there's a sorta hopeful aura around him.

Once he gets to the North door of his floor he tries his key and then the door and it doesn't open. He tries it again -- at least three more times and then looks around a little lost. It's hard for him to tell if he's doing something wrong somehow or he has the wrong door which is the next thing that he checks.

Right building, right floor, right door. What gives? ]

( Wildcard )

[ Open to pretty much anything! Feel free to hit up his OKcuddle too! PM or PP poetanarchy with any plotting needs or questions! ]

Move-in

[isitaplane]

{Kal is just on his way back from helping someone else out with their bags when he notices a young man struggling with his door.}

Your key not working?

{He stops at a careful distance, not wanting to crowd a stranger, especially not one smaller and younger than himself.}

glinda "the Good" + ota

[notthatgirl]

we're not in oz anymore

[Registration wasn't a both for her, nor was finding her way to the Alpha building to find her apartment. Even the odd looks she may receive for her choice of attire. None of this bothers the Good witch, who carries herself with poise and confidence through the city and up to the fourth floor, lost in her own thoughts.

Then again, maybe those strange looks are because of the trunks she had floating behind her as she held onto her wand and the Grimmerie tightly. She's not among those that had trouble with their keys- thankfully. Otherwise the hall would be crowded with her trunks.

Still, as the trunks went in first and she followed, she stopped just past the door and frowned.] Well, this just won't do.

[Smaller than the politician was used to- she'd just have to make do. Later. For now she sets the trunks to the side with a sigh, locks up the Grimmerie, and makes her way down to the common area- to see if anyone needs help for a while.]


to Infinitea...

[While many of the other newcomers were making their way to the local bars and pubs, Glinda found herself gravitating towards the tea shop. She looks rather picturesque, seated near a window with a plate of treats and pot of jasmine tea.

There's enough room for someone to join her and she's glad for the company. Just look at that bubbly smile she grants to anyone who looks her way as they pass!]

wildcard!!!

[She's around all over the place, more of the ahem wholesome spots, mind you... but still all over the place. If you have an idea, come at me!]

wildcard; if this doesn't work, I can change it, so lmk

[duelo]

[ If there's one place that Derek will always feel comfortable, no matter where he is, it's anywhere that he can be surrounded by books. At home, that's a book store or the Hale family vault. Here...apparently the library, which is fine. People tend to be quiet in the library and that makes it a little less overwhelming while he's adjusting to being on his own in a crowded place where people actually talk to one another now and again, unsolicited. It's the latter part that's new.

Her dress is hard not to miss. She looks like a fairy princess or something; like maybe she's going to a Halloween party or something. Derek wonders if she's local and if that's exactly what she's getting ready to do soon and it's that time of year or something around here. So when she's closer, he offers her a small smile and nods. ]

Hi there.

[ He's not just going to come out and ask out of nowhere and lead with that; that'd be rude, after all. ]

sansa stark | OTA

[theladyofwinterfell]

moving in

[Sansa has her welcoming packet and her key even though it is unlike any key she's ever seen. She had hardly been conscious of the wish she'd made but once she'd found herself here, in Cadelle, the wish made perfect sense. This is a place she can seek respite from Westeros and from Winterfell and for once she's not worried about feeding hundreds of people for the winter or hordes of enemies encroaching from both north and south. She feels as if a weight has been lifted from her slim shoulders, a chain broken, and she steels herself to explore this new place and discover what it has to offer her.

It seems, though, that the key she's been given doesn't open her room in Beta Building, Floor Three, East Unit and when she opens the door, someone else has taken up residence. It's shocking, yes, but Sansa tries to mask her surprise with a mild look and a soft question.]

Did I come to the wrong door?

***

stepping out

[After finally straightening out the mess with her room, Sansa decides to go out and explore the city. She knows very little about the device she's been given but the instructions indicate she can win some sort of prize if she succeeds in the hunt. She is competitive, in her way, and she spends a while searching out each location. She fumbles when it comes to taking photographs, though, because the concept of a selfie or even a photograph is foreign to her coming from Westeros. She finally asks for assistance after fumbling through a few shots and getting nothing but a streak of red hair or a brick wall.]

Do you know how to use this to capture my face?

Stepping out

[isitaplane]

{Kal had tried not watch the young woman fumble with her phone but her frustration had gotten slightly more obvious with each failed attempt to capture her face and whatever was required for the scavenger hunt half the city seemed to be taking part in. He's a little surprised when she finally gives in and asks for help especially from him, being older and out of that young age bracket, but he's smiling and instantly reaching to show her.}

I sure do. It takes a little practice to be able to take pictures of yourself.

Clark Kent (Comics) // ota

[isitaplane]

i. Gamma Building

{Kal was one of the fortunate few to not face a faulty key card or mixed up room assignment. He was one of the first people that morning in and out of City Hall. The new limitations to his powers were just as freeing as they were disconcerting, and he was afraid it would take some time getting used to only being able to focus his hearing and sight within a certain range. He'd also have to remember not to try and stop any large moving vehicles anytime soon.

He understood their reasoning behind the limitations to his abilities all too well, he just hoped nothing came to bite him on the ass. The whole point was a wish to protect Jon and Lois. Limiting his capabilities didn't seem in the best interest of that wish, but he'd agreed to abide by their rules and this was clearly a large one.

Not that a few silly limitations would stop him from meeting and helping out his neighbors, or anyone else, really, that saw him carting something around and asked for his help. Most people wouldn't even have to ask. If Kal spotted them carrying something awkward or heavy he'd be right there with an offer.}

Would you like a hand with that?

ii: Exploring the City - in person or un: superdad

A - Planetarium {Curious as Kal is he'll be starting his in-depth exploration of Cadelle with the macro-scope of his current location. Then he'll work on narrowing it down to the immediate buildings he has access to. He posts a series of pictures from the planetarium labeled with the surrounding solar systems.}

Out of curiosity, does anyone recognize these solar systems or a planet from them? I thought it might be interesting if someone wasn't quite as far off of a visitor as everyone else.

B - Sweet Creamery {The video is obviously not meant to broadcast. The camera is half obscured by shadow and plaid. The other half shows his large hand wrapped around a massive ice cream cone as he brings it up and then down again, having eaten some. His voice is wistful, talking to himself.}

Jon would love this place.

iii: okcuddle

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iv: wild: Write a starter, or hit me up on plurk @ dangerouspasttime or discord chaer#4160 to plot. I'll match responses in prose or brackets and I'm willing to work with whatever you're interested in Kal for.

ii un: wayne

[frightknight]

Find anyone yet?

[jerkhole]

no one's blowing up moons. you just wanna suck the joy out of everything. so i hear you have an access problem. [ever the opportunist, rocket has taken up a spot on the ground floor of gamma building, an array of scrap taking up the space in the corner of the lobby that he's claimed for himself. each of the other two buildings has a hastily scrawled out sign telling the new arrivals where he is; an offer to have him do let them in to their assigned rooms. he may not have working keys to all their doors, but they aren't necessarily needed. he has his own methods. ones he's sorely hoping the positive will outweigh the negative with. so yes, meet rocket. the raccoon fuzzy looking guy who's currently swearing up a storm as he builds...whatever it is he's building. (spoilers: it's not a bomb this time). if he's not there, there's instead a sorry looking plant stepping in for him, a sign leaning against its pot saying he'll be back in a while. (also a warning not to touch his shit. but that's to be expected). stick around, he won't be long.]

[pjq]

[ Peter shows up because of course he does. his card works fine, but how many people have the name Rocket? so when he sees the sign, he heads directly for that building. even knowing full well it'll probably end with them bickering. but it's fine. if one of his crew is here, he's gonna find them. and no, Rocket isn't the first person he hoped he'd find here, but again it's fine. it's cool. so eventually he's strolling into Gamma, and- ]

Oh, what the hell, Rocket? [ if he sounds like he's putting on his dad voice it's because he's putting on his dad voice. face scrunched. it's the same look he gives Groot more often than not lately ] You can't just leave your stuff out like this- Somebody's gonna trip and you're gonna be the one doing community service when they break their nose. C'mon, man- [ yes, that thing on that floor, that bit of scrap, is being nudged by a boot. just nudged a bit. a scoot, if you will. ] We just got here and you've already made a mess, how is that possible?

diana prince | dceu | OTA

[ischyros]

moving in

(Diana has never lived in a place quite like Cadelle; her flat in Paris is fairly quiet and the hustle and bustle of move in at her building is something she's never seen before. It is almost like a tour group at the Louvre gone horribly awry and she isn't certain how to make heads or tails of it. She has her welcome packet in hand and it doesn't take her that long to find her accommodations in the Alpha Building so now she's trying to help others find their way. She neatly dodges someone, offering a smile when it appears they're lost.)

Are you having trouble finding your room? I could help, possibly, if you have your welcome packet and your key.

(Diana isn't one to stand idly by when there's things to be done and when she isn't helping someone navigate the building, she's helping to move things, shift furniture, or even take photographs for those who have chosen to go on the scavenger hunt.)

[isitaplane]

{Kal double takes at the question. He'd gotten distracted for just a moment by the relative silence under his limited abilities. He'd helped someone move their things into Alpha building and had been about to make his way back to Gamma, or maybe even City Hall to see if anyone else needed help when she spoke to him.}

Diana?

{She looks a bit different than his good friends, but that was often the case in other universes. She might not be Princess Diana at all, just a woman of remarkably similar appearance, but it never hurt to ask.}

Derek Hale • Teen Wolf • OTA

[duelo]

I. MOVING DAY

Funny, somehow Derek secretly wasn't sure he believed that leaving Beacon Hills would make any difference at all. At first, it kind of hadn't. Bad luck seems to follow him everywhere he goes and when he tries to escape, it almost seems to get worse; the outward ripple grows. Obviously, keeping his baby sister safe is and always will be his first priority, so when he headed to South America to catch up with her and the hunters seemed to follow, it was sort of a no-brainer for him to take the offer for Cadelle in exchange for his sister's safety. She seems to do better when she's not with him, anyway, so as difficult as it had been to finally let go, he's made his choice.

Honestly, he'd thought this would be a lot easier than it is, but the friendliness of the people greeting and helping to enroll the volunteers is unnerving in a way he can't quite put his finger on. Maybe he's just been living in Beacon Hills too long. That's probably it. He's so distracted by that that when he gets to his door and it won't open, his first reflexive thought is that he's made the mistake. But, no...according to the assignment — Gamma building, first floor, west unit — this is supposed to be his new home.

So why the hell won't the door open?

After several unsuccessful tries, Derek growls with frustration, kicking the door. "Open, dammit!" he grunts as he tries again. Honestly, he could probably just rip the damn thing off its hinges, but that would make a scene, so he'd really rather not. "Come on..."

II. CRUNCHES

Until he can get some of his own equipment in his own place, if Derek wants to continue his workout regimen, it means he's going to have to hit the local gym. There are worse places to have to work out, he supposes, than this. It's nice in here. ...busy and thick with the scents of sweat and determination — so thick that it takes a few minutes for him to adjust to keep from practically choking on it — but nice.

Derek finds an open bench press and, clearing his throat and looking furtively around to make sure he's not necessarily being watched as he does so, he starts to load several hundred pounds worth of weights onto the bar.

He's used to having to lift without a spotter, so he doesn't really look around for anyone before he settles onto the bench and prepares himself mentally to get started. It doesn't occur to him that some bystander might offer anyway because they're not used to seeing someone lift this much without a spotter.

III. WILDCARD.

Feel free to hit me up on plurk @ mistojen for plotting. Or you can write a starter here or on Derek's OkCuddle.

[isitaplane]

Derek is unfortunately not the first person in Gamma building Kal has seen having troubles with their door today. He's beginning to feel like his smooth entrance was the fluke and everyone else's problems are the more usual course of events. He isn't sure he should be interfering, but he'd hate for someone to get in trouble for property damage on their first day.

"A lot of people's keys are incorrect for some reason." He offers from a short way down the hallway. "You could try to trade around with them, or go back to the organizers."

sara lance . dctv

[leaguer]

ＡＬＰＨＡ ＢＵＩＬＤＩＮＧ.

( get your standard issue move-in prompts here! sara, like anyone, spends a great deal of time waiting in line and wondering what the hold-up is, a bag slung over her shoulder and a bo staff strapped to her back — because that's apparently a normal sight for a girl otherwise decked out in civilian clothes.

this seems as good a time as any to set up her okCuddle profile and start swiping. gotta get a head start, right? sara's no stranger to this kind of place, and they're all here for one reason. but — man, wouldn't it be awkward if the person she just swiped on happened to be standing right behind her in line? or maybe, just maybe, it's a stroke of good luck. hey, you're not reading over her shoulder, are you?

sara doesn't stick around alpha for too long, though, considering once she gets to her sixth floor apartment, she finds a key broken off into her doorknob and subsequently kicks the door down in spectacularly dramatic fashion, drops her stuff, chats with the beautiful alien responsible, and then heads out to explore instead. )

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( yeah, wandering around the city feels a lot better than trying to settle into a room that gave her total war flashbacks to moving into her college dorm what feels like literal lifetimes ago with her mom, dad, and sister. and, in a way, it kind of was lifetimes ago — back before the queen's gambit, the amazo, lian yu, nanda parbat, star city, literal actual death, the lazarus pit, and the waverider.

sara lets her feet follow her stomach rather than her brain, and ends up being stopped in her tracks in front of an old dining car-turned-diner. dinah's. the name's like a punch to the gut, makes her eyes sting a little. just when she thinks she's okay, there's another reminder of her sister who's gone: dinah laurel lance. but eudio supposedly granted her incentive of bringing laurel back to star city, back to their dad — she just hasn't been able to return home to ensure that it's really true, that it actually happened. this place feels like some kind of cosmic sign.

after standing there, just looking for a minute or so, sara sucks in a breath and heads inside, taking her perch atop a single stool in the long row of unoccupied seats along the counter, and immediately orders a black and white milkshake. want a lunch companion? sara wouldn't mind some idle conversation. )

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( alternatively, feel free to catch sara over the first few days in a variety of locations around cadelle — maybe she's training and getting all of her pent up emotions out at mojo dojo, getting her drank on over at her dear friend mick rory's bar, criminales, or lounging around on the beach. or give me anything! irl okcuddle creepin' not your style, or looking for something quicker? swipe right on this babe's okc here. alternatively, hmu at frickin / canary#4628 and we can plan a thing! )

alpha building

[smoak]

[ Felicity has only been in her room for about 20 minutes before she hears it.

A loud SMACK somehow mixed with a THUD, like a boot slamming against a door, and then a delayed BOOM as that very same door face-plants onto the floor.

She freezes. ] Oh my god what just happened. [ Yes, she's talking to herself in this empty, beautiful apartment. But in the next second, she leaves her phone on the table and anxiously walks over to her front door. ]

It's okay. [ She mutters. ] So it's your first day and a neighbor's probably getting robbed. Viciously. [ Her hand moves to the knob. ] And that's why you're opening the door right now. To see. That vicious robber.

[ She creaks her door open, very slowly at first, but that just feels silly after awhile, so she pushes it as far as her arm can extend and peeks her head out the door. ]

Hell-[ Uhhhhhhh. A very strong, very confident, bo-staff-carrying blonde is standing her neighbor's doorway, right at the opposite end of the hall. ]-oooo?

Elizabeth Swann | ota

[pyrateking]

Beta Building

[Meet one Elizabeth Swann. Newly appointed Pirate King. Recently betrayed by the man she loves, lost a man who loved her and learned of her father's murder. She had every reason to be here- she had more to question why she was.

That was neither here nor there as she made her way to the Beta building with a trunk of her belongings dragging behind her, as well as a packet, key and weapons permit in hand. There was no need for her sword and pistol, she was sure, but it made her feel all the better having them on her hip- at least for the time being.

If she's not offered help, she manages to drag her trunk up a flight of stairs to the second floor and, thanks to her compass, manages to find the north apartment- only for her key to break in the door knob.]

You must be bloody kidding me.

The Colonel's & Criminales

[Still clad in the clothing from Sao Feng's ship, Elizabeth found her way to one of the bars that had been suggested to her. She would deal with her room situation later- she was just now beginning to understand why pirates drank so much, apart from the lack of drinkable water on ships.

She walked into The Colonel's and was immediately dumbfounded, for lack of a better word. The wall of alcohol was more than a little intimidating and she's definitely out of her comfort zone.

Later, however, she can be found at Criminales- and whether it's because of the drink she may have had at the Colonel's or not, she looks far more in her comfort zone here. Though she grew up every bit prim and proper, her company as of the past couple of years was more of the sort that would frequent this establishment. She's found a spot at the bar, ale in hand, all the while keeping an eye on whoever else was in the bar.]

OkCuddle

Found here

Wildcard
[ Have any thoughts? I'm down for them, come at me with whatever prompt you want- she'll be wandering around more or less ]

▸ i know this bar

[kelvins]

[in all his travels with the rest of the legends, he's never actually had the pleasure of being on a pirate ship. if he had, there's a damn good chance that he wouldn't have left. so it's probably best that the closest he'll ever get to the high seas is the sight of a woman, looking like she just stepped straight off captain hook's ship, strolling into his bar and taking up shop front and center.

she doesn't look three sheets to the wind, which is a good thing in his book, but she does look like she's at least had one to loosen her up. mick's always had a soft spot for strong women and this stranger looks like she might just be one. so don't mind him as he finishes up with one of the bar's less than savory types and sidles on over until he's parked in front of her.

her beer isn't empty. not yet, at any rate. but what kind of bartender would he be if he ignored his patrons.]

Looks like you're about ready for a refill. What'll it be?

felicity smoak // ota!

[smoak]

Move-in Day // City Hall, Alpha Building

[ After a rather embarrassing incident involving a man with an illegally handsome face, Felicity turns off the screen on her phone and slides it into her purse. It's just for now, she tells herself. Just so she doesn't accidentally punch someone else in the face, or stumble into them, or ... a slew of other embarrassing things, while she's trying to explore all that Cuddle City's technology has to offer.

Instead, she takes in a big breath as she looks around. By the time to exhale, there's only one thought in her mind: Let's do this.

By some stroke of luck, she doesn't have any problems getting into her apartment, even if on the way to her door, she sees a trail of broken hearts, all devastated that their room assignments aren't correct or that their keys just aren't working. ]

What's going on? Can I see that for a sec?

[ She'll offer, especially if you have the right key for the right door but it's just not cooperating, to take a look. If it's after hours and maintenance is closed, she just might hack your lock open for you so you can deal with the keycard in the morning. Or, if you look like you could really use some company after all the confusion and frustration, she's happy to let anyone who's been nice to her in the process crash in her apartment for the night. ]

Scavenger Hunt! // Deja Brew, Glazed, Infinitea, Good Vibrations

This is actually kinda charming.

[ She's looking at her phone and talking to herself right outside of the Alpha building. Felicity just got the text about the scavenger hunt, and as cheesy as it sounds, deep down she thinks it's kind of a brilliant idea for new people to get to know a new city. Plus, she was just on her way to figuring out all the best coffeeshops in town.

Throughout the day, Deja Brew and Infinitea both have her sticking around a little just to check out their menus, try some coffees and teas (don't judge, you can never have enough caffeine), and laugh a little when she finds the little foam latte portrait of their volunteer coordinators. ]

Do you guys have punch cards here? You know like, for every 10th coffee get the next one free? ... No? You should think about it.

[ Working in IT isn't very lucrative okay? At least, not compared to what she could've been making back home as a software engineer. But she just ... she's not going to go there.

Glazed on the other hand, has Felicity taking a few photos because of how adorable those panda cupcakes look. She orders one for the road, and nibbles on it on her way to the next interesting destination.

Finally, at some point in the day, she walks into Good Vibrations because of it's sneakily classy window display, that makes it look like a boutique clothing store instead of an adult toy store. When she's about halfway in though, she realizes what kinds of products are displayed on the shelves and quietly makes a beeline for the exit. ]

Wildcard

[ ooc: Felicity's freshly setup okCuddle is full of sass. Feel free to hit that up or do your own wildcard scenario! ]

Wildcard; coffee date

[duelo]

So, Felicity Smoak is her name and she's adorably awkward, and that makes her incredibly approachable, whether she realizes it or not. Derek's adult relationships have been with women who were exuding confidence or bad assery. They all ended up being bad for him to some degree or another or, if not Derek, then the people he cared about the most. Meeting an attractive woman who isn't like that is kind of refreshing and reassuring in a way he can't quite put his finger on.

Derek goes for his morning run like he always does, because a change of scenery isn't going to change his routine, and this morning he decides to take a shower before he goes for coffee, specifically because he's meeting Felicity. It's probably the fastest shower he's ever taken and it's another quick run — jog, really — to get to the coffee shop.

As he walks in, he sees her and smiles to himself before making his way right up to her. "Morning. I wasn't sure you'd come," he admits a little sheepishly. The way he'd approached asking her was a little more humor-laced than he's usually used to doing these things and he wasn't sure she'd believe him. "I'm glad you did."