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CUDDLE CITY ● MOD TEAM ([personal profile] cuddlemods) wrote in [community profile] cuddlecity2017-09-15 03:00 pm

EVENT: #HIGHENERGY

EVENT: #HIGHENERGY


It's that time of year again — when the temperature starts to dip down, making way for thick cable-knit sweaters and coffee drinks flavored like bright orange gourds to pop up around every corner, and the long days of summer fade out in favor of early twilights and cool autumnal breezes. That's right, it's nearly fall in Cadelle, and you may have noticed the city's busy bees looking a little busier than usual around the city center.

The Energy Festival takes place in time with the changing of the seasons — a time when energy is high in the air, ripe for the harvesting; it's a time-honored tradition in the city of Cadelle where citizens gather together and work towards doing good deeds for our fine city and for cities near and far. In keeping with the city's emphasis on charity and compassion, citizens both new and old will find a variety of opportunities to give back, all while enjoying the very best that the season has to offer.

▸ Give thanks for good fortune, health, or friendship at the nightly lantern release. Decorate your own lantern at an arts & crafts booth sponsored by Colortopia, the local art supply store, or purchase a hand-crafted lantern from local merchants — all proceeds are donated to the city's volunteer organizations! At night, meet your fellow citizens on the beach to release your lanterns up into the milky night sky. At last, you might just see the light!

▸ Enjoy a sweet treat, like creamy white mooncakes filled with the season's harvest or a tart glass of freshly pressed apple cider. If sugar and spice isn't your bag, dive into something savory — the city's food venues have come out in full force to showcase their new fall menus, which feature such city favorites as creamy pumpkin soups, hearty meat pies, and other stick-to-your-ribs comfort foods.

▸ Make like a tree in autumn and shed your leaves at the clothing donation drive! Come drop off your gently-used garments in exchange for tokens, redeemable throughout the festival for souvenirs, treats, and more! You can even browse the sorted racks of your fellow citizens' donations and find some new digs of your very own! You never know what you might find — good or bad. (Please, no intimate apparel.)

▸ Share your talents at a variety of volunteer-hosted giving circles. From knitting and quilting blankets for the children's wing at the hospital to sorting donated canned goods for the food pantry and soup kitchen to simply offering a helping hand in carrying heavy boxes wherever they might need to go, your time and energy are always appreciated! There are plenty of volunteer citizens around to point you in the right direction... or, at least, what they think is the right direction. Fingers crossed!

Of course, good deeds aren't for everyone, and the city administration has certainly noticed a particular proclivity in its newest citizens for the newly discovered — er, alternative means of energy generation. (Ahem. You know what we're talking about. Don't make us say it.)

Not wanting to pass up such a perfectly-timed opportunity to maximize on this discovery, the administration has tasked sweet, innocent Flora & Cornelius (the poor dears) with determining an appropriate venue for encouraging this unique form of energy generation.

While they're not exactly sure where the idea came from, they're delighted to announce the city's very first Togetherness Tent! Hosted in the city's smaller Eastern Gardens, there's plenty to see and do for those that may prefer something a little less charitable...

▸ Feel free to explore the OUTDOOR SEATING AREAS — there are plenty of places to relax and get comfortable, with both single chairs and larger booths all around. With a cool breeze in the daytime and a roaring firepit in the chillier night hours, and a carefully selected catalogue of instrumental music to enjoy, your hosts hope you'll be plenty comfortable while you chat and get to know each other!

▸ Just beyond the outdoor area, you'll find an assortment of beautifully decorated BEDOUIN TENTS. Some are completely open to the public, with various couches and pillows and comfortable blankets in the main spaces, and others offer more private, curtained-off areas for the shyer (please read some air quotes around "shyer") sets.

▸ If you're not much for sitting pretty, or need a little liquid courage before you start exploring, there's always the OPEN BAR, where talented (and attractive) bartenders will mix up anything under the sun with a smile. Feel free to linger, or take your drink to go. Request a little extra something in your drink (and be extra nice to the bartenders), and they just might be able to add a drop of a golden substance to your beverage that makes you even more keen to meet new people — and maybe even a little braver, too.

▸ Just like a mouse with a cookie, your hosts know that any good drink needs something savory (or sweet!) to go with it. Just beyond the bar, you'll find an expansive display of SNACK TABLES, each filled to the brim with city specialties sure to encourage a feeling of goodwill and togetherness in anyone who eats them!

▸ The center table, decorated with a simple cream cloth, features your standard party fare. Finger foods are the name of the game here, with everything from your grandmother's favorite spinach dip and vegetable crudites to upscale bites like fried ravioli filled with only the richest cheeses. Sprinkled around the table, you'll also find more classics like tea sandwiches, petit fours, and other party planner staples. Everything here is perfectly safe to eat, and shouldn't offer any side effects other than a potential stomach ache if you decide to overindulge.

▸ The table to the far left, however, is a little cooler. Decorated with a rich navy blue cloth, the table is full of small bites and chilled drinks all catering to a very specific, very cool theme. Whether you try Flora's favorite chocolate spearmint cupcake (please don't tell her the icing looks like toothpaste) or a frosty glass of blueberry apple cider, each bite is sure to leave you tingling from new sensations. Treats and sweets from this table will, depending on what's chosen, offer tantalizing side-effects ranging from a literal chill in the air to phantom touches that encourage the eater to seek out the source, or even the sensation of time slowing down around you — eat too much at once, and these side-effects might just overwhelm you! Be sure to read the menu carefully before you choose your bite.

▸ On the far right, draped in a deep red cloth, lies the last table. Like its blue-hued sister, this table is themed around heat, with a variety of items sure to tempt even the shyest into exploring their inner spice champion. Cornelius' favorite cinnamon sweet potato cupcake takes center stage here, but you'll also find other sweet and savory snacks, as well as both hot and cold beverages like the classic hot toddy or crimson-hued sangria to wet your whistle. Items sampled from this table will provide encouragements ranging from a pleasant flush to sudden desires creeping up from your subconscious, or perhaps the immediate urgency of a well-known battery bunny. Forget to pace yourself on these small plates, and you may wind up moving too fast for even a speedster to keep up. Be sure not to speed-read over the menu before loading your plate. (We're looking at you, Mr. Allen.)

As may be expected, Flora and Cornelius aren't exactly the most experienced at planning a tasteful, sensual affair in Cuddle City, so they've enlisted the help of caterers from a nearby city that specialize in aphrodisiac cuisine. However... they may have failed to overlook that those available at short notice aren't always the most qualified for the job. There's a reason, after all, that they're available when others aren't.

The caterers certainly meant well, and they did their best to provide the high quantities requested within the ridiculously short time frame allocated, but consistency isn't exactly their best attribute. Some batches may have come out a little more concentrated than others, while others may lack any oomph whatsoever. Eat a bite-sized chocolate spearmint mini cupcake and maybe your touch will have a pleasant, icy tingle to the recipient, or maybe you'll smooch them and it'll be like a scene out of A Christmas Story. Pop a spicy Red Hots bite-sized cupcake into your mouth and warm your companion right up, or maybe you'll just singe a handprint into their clothes.

It's like Russian roulette. With cupcakes. Normal, right?

It's like Forrest Gump would say. Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. In this case, life's like a giant batch of cupcakes, and you never know which one's gonna make you want to tear your clothes off.



Howdy, cuddlers, and welcome to your first Energy Festival! This is the first of a quarterly event series, themed around the four seasons and timed to align with the solar calendar. While the city certainly emphasizes the charitable options available in the town square, and we are thrilled to see what sort of hijinks will ensue, we know there will be plenty of excitement (and plenty of questions) on the Togetherness Tent and the opportunities it provides.

As a reminder, consent is extremely important both ICly with the city administration and OOCly with our player guidelines. Characters will have full opportunity to know the effects of anything they consume, as labels will be available as well as descriptive menus above each table. There are also NPC'd catering staff as well as party hosts available, should a character have further questions about a specific item's effects or ingredients. However, as players, it is always up to you how thoroughly you wish to have your character read the fine print before diving right in. Should you wish to have your character ignore the menu and all printed warnings, eat an entire plate of cinnamon candies and wind up feeling an irresistable urge to disrobe, you're certainly welcome to do so! We simply ask that you keep in mind our policies on consent-based actions, and should your character's urges involve another character, that you obtain the appropriate IC and OOC permissions before moving forward, and please remember to utilize any content warnings in your subject lines if applicable.

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.

We hope you have tons of fun out there this month, cuddlers, and we'll see ya around!

leaguer: (one hundred eighty.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
( thanks for the food, kendra — don't mind if sara does. she's quick to use stealthy ninja assassin reflexes to snatch herself a tea sandwich, immediately taking a bite, which doesn't do much to stave off the persistent warm, fuzzy feeling bubbling up in her chest. at least it tastes good.

sara scoots herself so she's facing kendra, legs still crossed, bumping the other girl's knee with the toe of her boot.

without missing a beat, she responds, )
I see you're not enjoying yourself here.
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[personal profile] wingedpriestess 2017-09-16 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[It's why the plate is piled so high. She plucks a petit four from the plate before setting it down within reach of them both. Kendra shifts in her spot as Sara's foot knocks against her knee, turning to face her easier.

She's mid-taking a bite of the sweet when Sara counters with that and- okay, she laughs. (A feat in and of itself right now!) She shakes her head, finishes the bite of the cake and huffs out a short breath.]


Just because I'm not being adventurous with the food- [ Yet ] doesn't mean I'm not enjoying myself.
leaguer: (sixty seven.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
( it's the emotion of it all, making her feel vulnerable as hell — something she despises — combined with the heady waves of desire that seems to spread through her veins, down each and every minuscule capillary, creeping like frost covering a window with fractals of ice. it's overwhelming, all of it at once.

sara licks into linda's mouth as they kiss, tongue sliding against hers, teeth practically clacking together once or twice from sara's sheer overenthusiasm. she just can't help herself, though, can't help the desperation she feels for one linda park right now, and just thinking about it sends chills coursing down her bare arms — or maybe that's just the frosty aphrodisiacs talking, or maybe it's all of the above.

there's a sound from the back of her throat pressed against the corner of linda's mouth as she takes a second to breathe, a whined groan, her thighs squeezing against linda's. i missed you, sara almost says, but instead, her lips are drawn into a tight line; linda doesn't know, she has to remind herself. )
leaguer: (one hundred thirty three.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
( at least kendra laughs, which makes sara smile in return, the warm glow starting to spread through her as she finishes off her tea sandwich. thank god kendra grabbed a bunch, 'cause those things are tiny. )

I'm not even talking about the food — yet. ( if nobody else is gonna say "yet", then sara will. ) But you look like you've got the weight of the world of your shoulders.
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[personal profile] wingedpriestess 2017-09-16 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah well...

[ Easier to stuff the rest of the tiny cake into her mouth than finish that sentence right away. Easier to reach for another one while she's at it. The world has been on her shoulders for a while now- on top of everything else, it's starting to catch up to her.]

It's been a rough time adjusting- especially when thoughts from home just don't seem to go away.

[This time the petit four is popped into her mouth whole, no dainty nibbling. ]
leaguer: (two hundred two.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Doesn't sound like something you're just gonna be able to fly away from, Hawkgirl. ( punctuated by a sip of her tingly whiskey. look at sara lance, sounding all wise and shit. ) If you don't let it out, it's just gonna fester and get worse until you explode 'cause there's probably nothing you can do about it if it's stuff from back in our world.

( she gives kendra A Look. ) I don't think the city administration would appreciate if a wild hawk goddess was unleashed and wreaked havoc on the city all because you kept your stuff bottled up for way too long.
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[personal profile] acuerdo 2017-09-16 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[is it warm in here? why yes it certainly does feel warm. uncomfortably so. robbie'd read the sign that had said something about a pleasant flush. but there was nothing enjoyable about this. he plucks at the neck of his t-shirt. he's not sweating or anything typical for being this warm though.

it doesn't make sense.]


Yeah, it's definitely warm. Like hot summer day in the direct sun for hours warm. Maybe it's just the fact that the drink was a hot one. Feel like trying something chilled from the table? [he pours himself a sangria from the carafe at the table, taking a sip before handing it over to kim to try.]

It's tasty at the very least.
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[personal profile] recoined 2017-09-16 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( sangria sounds like it should offer some relief. it had been a little cool outside now that the sun had set, cool enough that a warm cuppa would have felt comforting, but maybe the party area was just too crowded for a hot drink. the combination of the liquid warming her insides and too much body heat around her outsides was probably to blame for the sudden discomfort.

but to her surprise, before she even takes a sip of the offered wine mix, a sudden burst of cool relief rolls through her hand and arm, up from the back of her hand where his fingers had brushed against her skin. that is certainly worth looking into. normally, he's warm to the touch, sometimes even oppressively so; she genuinely can't remember a moment where he's ever felt cool. )


Did you — ( maybe he dipped his hands in ice while she wasn't looking. there is ice in her glass, after all. maybe there just wasn't a scoop, so he handled things a little more directly. but a glance up shows he's just as perplexed as she is, staring at his own hands, brows slightly furrowed in thought. ) You felt that too, didn't you?
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[personal profile] kelvins 2017-09-16 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[doesn't matter how often he sees sara. the sight of her, whether it's slinking upstairs to his loft above the bar to sprawl out on his bed (but damn if it doesn't smart a little that she takes his side and his covers) or now where he's honestly contemplating if it's healthy to be jealous of a bit of buttercream (fun fact: it's not), is always a GOOD THING™.

as to be expected, his eyes bug out at the icy breath. despite the chill that comes with the inhales and exhales of her breath, mick can't really describe it as anything other than hot.

he finishes the rest of his pile of wings, licking the remnants of the sticky sauce from his fingers complete with audible pop.

is it warmer or something? he breathes in and out through his nose, puffs of smoke filling the air between them as he does.]


If you talk to our favorite cold loving friend, he'd tell you it says something about the duality of man or some pretentious shit that rich people say.

Fire and ice probably go together like ebony and ivory. I like the contrast.
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Baby | OTA

[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-16 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
one. it's all about good deeds

[ If there's one thing about the apron Baby was handed when he makes it to the soup kitchen, it's its accuracy. Baby's definitely no slouch in the kitchen, but he wouldn't call himself anything exceptional, either. Well, his pancakes are pretty stellar, but that's about it. So he doesn't protest as he puts on the apron and dons some gloves, helping out giving out food, and later, preparing bags for people to take home for later.

It feels good, to do something good, for someone else. Helps assuage the guilt and the feelings of selfishness he's been feeling since arriving in Cadelle; leaving people behind, doing this wish thing for others but mainly for himself, really. So helping out feels right, like this is what he's meant to do here.

He's doing it very enthusiastically, and when he's asked, he jumps at the chance of helping out hauling goods around. He's carrying a box of tinned beans, not looking ahead, earbuds firmly in his ears and music loud, when he bumps into someone. ]


Oh! Sorry!

two. light in the darkness

[ He didn't exactly give himself to time to decorate a lantern, but it doesn't really matter. All he does is write a names on the one he purchases, mom and dad and joseph and debbie and doc and darling, while in the car, parked at the beach. He sits there in his car for a while, just looking out at the people letting up lanterns into the night sky.

He takes a deep breath before walking out of the car and up along the beach, a little way away from the main crowd as he lights up the candle in his own lantern, Massive Attack playing in his ears. ]


I'm sorry, [ He says, more to himself than anyone around, as hot air fills up his lantern, carrying out the names of those he lost, those he hurt, those he left behind. ]

three. not quite camping

[ The tent setup is so completely foreign to Baby that he has to spend quite a while just walking around and looking at things, reading labels and making sure he's not going to be taking something that would leave him feel absolutely fucked. He's not one to lose control, and he doesn't want to regret anything.

Of course, he's hoping for someone in particular to show up. Someone that has grown very special to him in recent weeks, someone he can't spend enough time with. Someone he's definitely been wanting to get much, much closer to.

He fills up a plate with different little things from all tables, settling outside near the fire. When he finally dares, he goes for one of the spearmint cupcakes, immediately feeling like there's fingers carding through his hair, a soft, cool breeze that rises goosebumps all over, even though he's wearing his comfiest jumper.

Well. This is interesting. He shuffles a little closer to the fire, shivering - not really from the cold. ]


four. wildcard

[ Go for it!!!! If you wanna chat I am at [plurk.com profile] ellievolia! ]
Edited (added wildcard) 2017-09-16 18:22 (UTC)
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elijah moore | open; m/m ship pref

[personal profile] allucina 2017-09-16 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
i. chasing visions of our future, one day we'll reveal the truth
[Eli seemed to think that any of the celebrations here in Cadelle were the kinds of things he needed to throw himself into with a lot of enthusiasm; maybe it was because back in High Tower the things they celebrated were entirely superficial- the changing of seasons certainly wasn't one of them. The world Eli knew had been ravaged too much by natural disaster to have stable seasons these days and life inside the towers was mostly synthetic. The Illusionist himself hadn't ventured outside of High Tower before, so for him the idea of celebrating the coming autumn was interesting.

He's a creative soul, so he spends a long time decorating a paper lantern to be released that night. Before he'd been able to create illusions, his mother had taught him how to draw- something the two of them shared pleasure in, the fact their augmentations both came from the creative. He was pretty focused on the process, ignoring the splashes of watercolour paint he was getting on his hands and worse, completely oblivious to a deep purple streak of the paint above his eyebrow.

Not having much of a knowledge of seasonal changes or even non-regulated temperatures meant that for someone like Eli dressing for the weather wasn't always an instinctive thing. It was chilly enough out that a t-shirt wasn't quite cutting it for him tonight so at the clothing donation drive the young man barely gives you a chance to set down that sweater before trailing his hands over it and handing over a modest cash donation, eagerly pulling the warm garment over his head.
]

ii. setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
[Eli didn't take long to make his way over to the more intimate sector of the festival. It was curiosity that brought him towards the tents and inclination that kept him there. He spends some time at the open bar, sipping on a tall glass of liquid courage that seemed to warm him up as it went down. Before long he was taking off the sweater he'd purchased earlier and tying it around his waist instead while he sips at his drink containing that special golden syrup that seemed to make him want to be even more outgoing than his usual self.

He didn't have the initiative to avoid the red table, through the years no-one had ever thought to instil fear of the unknown into the illusionist and he found himself devouring one of the cinnamon cupcakes, it was surprisingly warm on the mouth and even more so when it settled in his stomach, like a solitary coal. The heat rises over a few bated moments, a light warm glow coming to his cheeks as he turns around to the person closest to him.
] Are you hot? 'Cause I'm really hot... like, burning up.

iii. we are the reckless we are the wild youth.
[Wildcard option! Any other way you want Eli? Have at it!]
Edited 2017-09-16 18:17 (UTC)
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lanterns

[personal profile] bikinimail 2017-09-16 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jen isn't much of an artist, but she'd made a square lantern with pictures of birds on it, one on each side. One bird was red, another was gold, the third was red and gold, and the fourth was grey, but it wore a crown on its little bird head. She isn't sure why she decided to decorate her lantern with the birds from Sir Brennan's dream, but it felt right for some reason.

Down at the beach, she gets ready to release her lantern into the sky, when someone wonders how they'll float. ]


Well, it's like a hot air balloon, just smaller. You light a candle, and the hot air inside the lantern becomes less dense than the cold air around it, so it floats.

[ She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, shrugging. ] It's just physics.
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one.

[personal profile] bikinimail 2017-09-16 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jen can't cook. She's never had to cook for herself, at least besides boiling spaghetti or grilling a grilled cheese. So she volunteers to sort boxes of donated canned goods. Organization doesn't take any natural skill, after all.

She's got her head bowed over a box of cans of creamed corn, counting them off one by one, when someone bumps into her. ]


Oh--. No, yeah, it's okay. Don't worry about it.

[ She sees the big box he's carrying, and moves to help take it, thinking it must be heavy. ]

Are those beans? Those go over here.
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thom creed | open; m/m shipping pref

[personal profile] sanator 2017-09-16 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
i. last night i dreamt that somebody loved me
[Thom seemed to be getting more and more familiar with having an active social life. While before, in his old life, the only social interactions he had were through school, work and then his life as a superhero- now it seemed that every week there was something new for Thom to be engaged with; his circle of friends and acquaintances had practically tripled here in Cadelle and he couldn't complain about it, it left him happy and comfortable in this new place.

It doesn't take him long to find the food venues where he sits down on a nearby bench with a steaming bowl of pumpkin soup, the warmth of it combating the chill in the air. When someone sits opposite him on the bench Thom perks up, a smile on his features.
] Hey... you wanna try some of this? Its really good! [Smol weirdo child used to work at a soup-kitchen diner-style thing so he has no qualms sharing his food.]

ii. So, tell me how long before the last one.
[Thom definitely wasn't the kind of boy to be one-hundred percent comfortable in the togetherness tent but he'd been in Cadelle long enough to know that this place was all about taking him out of his comfort zone so he made his way over anyway. He made his way straight to the bar, having learned that he was more of a fan of alcohol than he'd anticipated being. The attractive bartender left him blushing though, fumbling his way through some kind of drinks order which must've made the man pity him, handing Thom over a rich coloured glass of something, a shimmering drop of gold being dripped into the glass because according to the bartender Thom really needed it.

Before long Thom finds himself more confident than usual, a smile on his face and an inclination to talk to just about anyone concerning just about anything, animated during conversations that normally he wouldn't have much a say in either way.

Its that same confidence that takes him to the blue table, where Thom makes the mistake of drinking a glass of blueberry cider like a man in the desert, a beverage that seems to leave him cold- his breath puffing out in front of his face, leaving him a little shocked even as the world hangs a little around him. He makes his way over to a couch, regardless of whether or not its occupied and seems to draw in on himself a little.
] S-so... cold- [He says it with chattering teeth, clearly in need of a hug to warm him up.]

iii. and tell me how long before the right one.
[Wild card! Any other situations you wanna see Thom in during the festival? Go wild!]
quinientos: (blue skies)

vasquez | ota

[personal profile] quinientos 2017-09-16 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
i. the golden ticket in a drink

[ Now that Vasquez doesn't actually think that people here are going to turn him in for a bounty, he's started to be a little better, a little nicer. True, he's still not going to be a paragon of virtue like others in the world, but he's able to smile with the townsfolk, make conversation, even be polite and his version of charming. It's why he's been sipping a very delicious drink that's making him feel, well, even more inclined to seek people out.

It's a strange difference for a man whose only friend for months had been a rotting corpse, but he's buoyed by the warmth and the exhilaration that he doesn't even question it, just lets suspicion start to melt away off him like water rolling off his back. He's even smiling at people who are passing by instead of lowering his hat to avoid eye contact.

It's a brave new world for him. ]


ii. he ain't heavy, he's a box

[ On his way into the strange little festival, Vasquez had stopped almost instantly when he'd nearly run into someone struggling with a box that looked heavier than their whole being. Quickly, he'd figured out that people were moving things around to the soup kitchen. Trying to dismiss the humiliation of not even realizing this place had something like that, he's quick to want to make up for it.

With his shoulder still on the mend, there's an ache to carrying the boxes, but better him than some of the younger ones or smaller ones who strained to do them in more trips. By the time he makes a few trips there and back, he does need a break, though, unknotting his bandanna as he settles to drink some water, watching people as they go towards the soup kitchen for food, rest, safety.

Massaging his aching bicep, he wonders if any of this will actually make a difference, but right now, he has to think that it will, even if it's not freeing a small town from its oppressor. ]


iii. whatever you say

[ Wildcard! Find Vasquez anywhere, probably pitching in quietly, taking breaks for his arm, or help him navigate the food table. ]
quinientos: (spin em)

i.

[personal profile] quinientos 2017-09-16 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's just finished bringing over another load of heavy cans, enough food for probably one of the small villages that he'd have passed through, years ago, but apparently only a part of a neighborhood here, when he sees the people with the very sharp objects. It takes him a second to figure it out, but when he does, it's almost like a slap to the face, reminding him of the last time he'd seen this.

His mother, his grandmother, sitting while he peered at them, wondering why they needed blankets when it was so warm. Now, he's been standing and staring for too long, the woman looking at him like he's going to stay. Who knows? Maybe he is. It's been a very strange night, why not make it stranger? Eyes drawn to the way she spins them, he finds himself jealous and wanting to try, but he subdues that, paying attention to her words. ]


What sort of choice do you need to make? Isn't it just yarn?
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Trenton | OTA, will match styles etc!

[personal profile] inshallah 2017-09-16 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)

Lantern Release



[ There were more than a few activities that Trenton's not particularly sure she'd be open to taking a part in but the site of the arts and crafts booth and the lantern decorating is one that she feels a sort of childish draw to. So, she spends a good amount of time working on her own. She is, of course, thankful and thoughtful of a lot of things. Her lantern perhaps doesn't look the most traditional. Instead of colorful depictions there's mostly verses and sayings written over it and simple designs to decorate her lantern. She's more than willing to talk during the decorating process if anyone asked.

Later on the beach it's sort of a peaceful feeling to release the lanterns and watch them floating up into the sky. She'll stay there in the cool air until there's no more to see.

No matter what point you see her, she'll be dressed in a long dark green shirt with brown paints. Her hijab is zig zagged design that matched both colors. ]


Sweet Treat



[ Admittedly, Trenton doesn't often indulge in sweets but as she's going around the festival the smell of apple cider is too much to ignore. She's quick to get herself a cup of it, inhaling the scent of it slowly once she does. She'll be walking around slowly taking sips and peering at the other treats.

More than really trying them all herself she takes time to just watch others enjoying themselves which is a treat for her. ]


Wildcard



[ Feel free to go a different direction or PM this journal/PP [plurk.com profile] poetanarchy if you want to discuss other options! ]
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Eugene Root ( OTA )

[personal profile] pureed 2017-09-16 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)

Lantern Release



[ Instead of making his own, Eugene purchased a lantern from a merchant and inside he might have stuck a letter that he wrote before he made his way to one of the nightly lantern releases.

Once the lanterns make it up into the sky, Eugene's eyes are wide and his muffled voice is awed when he whispers: ]
It's so beautiful.

Sweet Treats



[ Eating and drinking isn't an easy thing for Eugene, especially in public. Of course, drinking things are a lot easier but when it comes to eating -- well most food doesn't come pureed already. So, it's probably a bit masochistic for Eugene to even come around these parts, the straws are never the right size even when the drinks have straws so he doesn't plan on getting anything.

He does spend a lot of time watching and smelling what treats there are. Perhaps, you catch him asking without thinking: ]
Is that as good as it smells?

Giving Circles



[ Eugene likes to help. There's a genuine happiness that comes from it so maybe you're just passing the area or maybe you're a fellow volunteer when you run into Eugene struggling along with a heavy box from what seemed like not so long a point a to point b but is becoming quite the trek with the weight. ]

Wildcard



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Ferdi Müller | OTA

[personal profile] ferdi 2017-09-16 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)

Sweet Treats



[ Ferdi's a little overdressed. He's wearing slacks and a white button up with a matching jacket. Someone should introduce this guy to jeans one day but in any case, he's found a new favorite food in white mooncakes. ]

Have you tried these? You must. [ He'll tell just about anyone in his thick German accent. ]

Bedouin Tents



[ The tents catch Ferdi's attention early on and as the evening progresses he makes his way into one, full of treats and drinks from throughout the day. He's more than happy to find a comfortable place to sit in the warm tent. His body language is always warm and welcoming intent on making friends -- perhaps, if he comes across the right sort of guy a little more than friends.

However, just now, he's mostly intent on finding good conversation for a bit. Anyone that looks like they might provide just that he'll wave down and try to invite them to sit with him. ]


Open Bar



[ Ferdi gets himself pretty normal drinks throughout his time around the open bar. Feel free to help him spice up his drink life if you notice -- he's really not aware of some of the newer concoctions that are out there since the 1930s.

Otherwise, Ferdi spends his time mingling, trying to make some more friends, contacts and what not. His flirting certainly isn't turned on but his smile is charming and his general aura welcoming for conversation and whatever came upon someone's mind in seeing him.

After sometime, he'll wonder out loud: ]
I'm really not sure if I should have another.

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[personal profile] acuerdo 2017-09-16 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[their fingers brush just slightly and a wave of cold rolls through him like he's stepped into the beer aisle of a grocery store. he shivers, actually shivers from the chill. just seconds before he'd been burning up while pouring the sangria.

he had grabbed a few ice cubes, carefully shoveling them in the glass but the ice had offered no relief. in fact until they'd brushed against each other, he'd felt even warmer that just moments before.]


Yeah. I did. But I didn't do anything.
Edited 2017-09-16 20:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] recoined 2017-09-16 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
No?

( kimberly hums, a contemplative sound over the rim of her cup, and takes an experimental first sip of her drink. it's definitely chilled, but it offers no more than fleeting refreshment over her tongue before the sensation is gone. a little desperately, she drains the rest of the glass next, sets the empty vessel aside on a nearby standing table; as soon as the liquid clears her throat, another wave of warmth floods through her, this one strong enough to bring color to her cheeks.

it doesn't make sense. she should feel cooler after a cold drink. if anything, she should feel no different. but feeling warmer?

forgoing rationality for just a moment, kimberly decides to go with her instincts; the palm of her hand hesitantly reaches up, curving flat against his cheek. it only takes a moment of contact before the shock of cold greets her, sensations pouring down her arms as if someone had dumped ice water over bare limbs. it's enough to earn a sharp gasp of surprise, gaze flicking up to his. )


Oh. ( well. that's something. ) Your turn.
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[personal profile] acuerdo 2017-09-16 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[as kim aims to cool off with her glass of fruit infused wine, robbie grabs another beverage from the table, also chilled. this one tastes of citrus and berries and yet is equally useless in chasing away the heat that is quickly overtaking his body. he swallows, throat immediately parched as soon as the beverage is swallowed.

at least, it is until kim presses a hand against his cheek.

the effect is nearly immediate. sweet, sweet relieft. if just a hand on his cheek feels this good, he wonders how it will feel if he leans his forehead against hers. the short answer? amazing. robbie takes it as a sign to pull her closer, hands grasping at her waist as he presses his face against the column of her throat, feels as if an ice cold blast of air hits his skin.]


Feels good if I touch you. Otherwise, I keep burning up. I didn't think this would happen if we had stuff off the table.
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bigby wolf | m/f shipping pref but ota for whatever else may be

[personal profile] huffnpuffs 2017-09-16 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
1. one bourbon one scotch one beer

[ being a fable can have all sorts of benefits, and bigby knows them better than most. elongated lifespan (potentially infinite, if you don't get axed first), heightened recovery from injuries, strength beyond that of the average person... the list goes on. but sometimes there's a drawback. well, in his experience there's always a drawback whenever things seem too good to be true, and one of those in his case is...

well, the big bad wolf can't get drunk.

he can get a buzz, sure, but only if he really tries to - the way his body processes alcohol sees its effects wear off alarmingly fast. it sucks sometimes, when he's had a particularly rough night and needs to force his mind off of things. not the healthiest coping mechanism by a long shot, but he doesn't have to worry about the same consequences as a human. he's nursing some whiskey for the time being, but it's a little frustrating that here, where camaraderie is so important, he can't have a drink and loosen up the same way others can.

unless he tries that golden stuff.

he's hesitant to just gulp it down, though, not without knowing for sure what it does - so he'll find someone else at the bar who's tried it already, easing into an adjacent seat before shooting them a curious look. ]


So, does that stuff actually work?

2. the cold never bothered him anyway

[ bigby's lineage gives him a few unique features. being the son of the north wind not only allows him to control powerful gusts of wind (his legendary "huff and puff", as it were) and hold his breath for long stretches of time, but makes him virtually immune to the cold. he's tried some of the food from that leftmost table, and it hasn't done much for him. no chill in the air, nothing nipping at his nose, not even a goosebump.

that table on the right, though. that's another story.

the warmth beneath his skin is pleasant, surprisingly so, and he may go ahead and sample the food from that end a little more than he ought to - or not, depending on one's perspective, because by the time he's done he's practically radiating warmth like some kind of space heater. he'll end up sprawled out a bit on one of the couches, occupied or otherwise, remarking to no one in particular: ]


You know what, maybe I had this place pegged all wrong. Doesn't seem half bad after all.

3. wild card baby woooooo

[ i'm 120% open to other scenarios too! bigby can be found almost anywhere what with him being all sorts of inquisitive about what this place has to offer, so if you have another idea you want to go for then feel free to fire it my way! if you want to plot anything out beforehand you can chat me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] gottacatchemall or on discord at Tatch151#7720, or just shoot me a pm! don't be afraid of the big bad wolf y'all ]
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[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-16 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Smiling, Baby shakes his head, motioning at the box with his chin when she comes over. ]

I'm good - didn't mean to disrupt whatever you were doing.

[ He knows where the box is going, but he nods anyway, putting it down on the designated pile. Patting the top of the box, he dusts off his apron, his smile a little crooked when he looks back at the girl. ]

You were at the beach party, weren't you?
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[personal profile] recoined 2017-09-16 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( he presses his face into her neck, nose and mouth skimming over the sensitive pulse points found there, and her knees nearly buckle underneath her from the sudden rush of frigid air that races down her spine. there's no doubt about it. whatever's in those drinks, it's definitely intended to encourage togetherness in the most literal of senses, overwhelmingly oppressive heat only assuaged by physical touch. not that she's complaining about the method of relief.

no, there's nothing to complain about. except for maybe the strong desire to cool down more, or at least more than standing near the snack table will allow.

there's a slight pang of regret, accompanied by a flush of heat, as she gently pulls his grip off her waist. it's a necessary adjustment, one made to allow her to guide him elsewhere; the cool breeze that wraps itself around her wrists as their hands tangle together is a small reprieve in the meantime. )


Come on, ( she murmurs, dragging him along by the hand as she weaves through the public seating areas. it's only when she finds a small couch in a tucked away corner that kimberly finally stops moving, choosing instead to push him down into the cushions; she follows with little hesitation, dropping into his lap so as to curl up that much closer to him. for purposes of cooling down, obviously. )

Better?

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