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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!

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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-21 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( she can feel that grin against her mouth, and it only encourages the snicker that'd waited to bubble up along her tongue, a sound that's all light, rather than amusement. a happiness tangible enough for him to feel, to give to him in kind as he did for her. those long arms of his around her figure assist to keep her in place where she's propped herself a bit higher, and while it's tempting to give that lithe jump to end up wrapped around him, lifted from the ground and in his arms, that bed behind them is far to inviting, and so she's simply following his guidance backward, one hand bracing her weight as they find the comforter, the other remaining tucked beneath his ear.

a thigh hitches against his side, allowing him to slot perfectly between, and there's a huff that's let into the cavern of his mouth once she registers he's still hard; it adds a bit more fervor to the way she kisses him, a bit more heat to the way her lower back finds an arch to press upper half closer, tiny digits making a proper mess of his strands as they slip back through to the back of his crown.

a swipe of her tongue, a bit more lively this time, a bit more sure, using the clutch of her calve just beneath his bottom to tug him into her, helping him chase the friction he so clearly yearns for, whether or not he's bold enough just yet to find it for himself. it's a silent permission to touch her, feel her; need her.
)
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sort of nsfw

[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-21 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a helpless, keening noise when she wraps a leg around his, a desperate little moan when their hips angle together, pressing her against him just so, enough to make him see stars. His hands clutches at Isabelle's hip, but this time he doesn't hesitate; they are as alone as they are going to be right now, and so he slips his hand under her clothes, spanning the small of her back, skin to skin, keeping her right where she is as he rolls his hips experimentally, unable to help himself.

If they were naked, right now, it would be... a whole different ballgame. But with their clothes on, the friction of his underwear against the tip of his erection is heaven and hell at the same time, hoping that every time he rolls his hips he's giving her some kind of friction too, something that feels good just like she's making him feel - a little stupid and crazy and bold and strong, she's making him feel.

And he pulls away from her lips, forcing his eyes open to look at her, free arm propping him up on the bed. He wants to ask if she's okay, if this is okay, but instead, he does a little thrust of his hips into hers again, looking for a reaction on her face. ]


I can't get over - how gorgeous you are.
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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-21 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( izzy's always been a woman that's sure of herself, and it was no different in the way she was physically with another—the prowess she carried in the bedroom hadn't come about by a plethora of partners, losing herself one after another's skin for sake of forgetting her own, it was all inherent little reflexes of the training she'd grown into, the lifestyle she'd been melded to live at such a young age.

resilient, unfearing, so devastatingly willing to feel, and that's what she gives to him. if she'd of guessed they'd b e tangled up as they were now, she definitely would've worn something a little more flexible than black jeans, but as it is they provide their own roughened friction, the seam of them grinding right up against that sensitive pearl of her clit every time he gives a roll of his hips, working a flush to her chest.

it's his hand pressed flush to the bare of her back that burns, leaves a searing imprint behind and causes each notch of her spine to curve a little bit further. and he'll get a reaction, eyelids slowly lolling into a close as a gasp treads past her lips lips, snaring at their edge in a harsh bite. she holds no ground to question the sincerity of his words—not when she can feel their truth.

again, gaze flickers open to find his waiting there, studying her, and she exhales shakily. a whisper, chasing his hips again-
) I want to make you feel good, Baby.
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[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-21 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His lips curl in another smile, amused and fond and awed, all at the same time. ]

Oh, you - [ He pauses to gasp at another thrust, shivering violently. ] - you are. [ He licks his lips, feeling like his lungs have contracted to barely anything and he can't breathe. He didn't expect this - didn't expect for things to escalate that far, that fast. He imagines, for a moment, slipping his hand into her jeans, between her legs, but it feels like -

It feels like in a way, they still have everything to discover about each other, right now. Even if they're like this, moving against each other in such an intimate way, clinging to each other, there is still a world underneath her clothes that Baby wants to learn about. When he's not under the influence of some cake. When she wants to. When they're ready. ]


Do you feel good, too?
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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-21 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( it isn't difficult to tell by the way he moves against her, the way his hips feed into hers again and again, the way he clutches her as if in plea not to go anywhere but closer, just how good it is for him. there's a current that ignites amongst her spine as it sets in, as she lets herself wonder what he might look like coming apart, how he'd sound, how he'd manage to gasp and mew her name into the most broken melody of syllables, and she wants it for him. god, she does.

she presses her forehead to his own, glancing down between them to watch the rhythmic way in which he rocks into her, how he angles himself to rub up against her just how he needs it, just how it feels best—the amount of will it takes not to guide his hand beneath her denim instead, to the front where it's fastened and she's left aching. but it helps, to focus on him, to know that he's spiraling into that tell-tale end.

there's a moan that dares to break through her exhale, jaw clenched and instead a whimpering sounding around her swallow, nodding her head distractedly. digits fasten tighter in his hair, curling and tugging, curling and tugging again, working herself with him as to direct all of that luscious pressure right to the bundle between her hips.
)
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[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-21 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The noises she makes, the flush on her cheeks, the way she looks - when she nods it's all he needs to believe he's doing something right, even like this, even when they're still fully dressed and rutting against each other helplessly. It's not exactly what he thought would happen tonight - correction, it's absolutely not what he expected to happen, but here they are, and there is nowhere else in the entire world(s) Baby would rather be.

He feels the sensations building in the small of his back, lightning shooting up his spine when he moves, when she moves, when they meet in the middle, the tent filling out with the sounds of fabric rustling and soft gasps and moans. He wants to watch Isabelle lose it, bring herself to coming just by grinding against him; it feels like a fantasy coming to life, countered by the slight tug and pull of her hand in his hair, keeping him anchored into this reality with the small bite of pain.

Shifting just slightly, he makes sure they're aligned right when he thrusts up against Isabelle, his hand moving from her back to her side to her front, her shirt rucking up around his wrist when he moves up, fingers barely grazing the fabric of her bra, on the underside of her breast. He keeps his eyes straight on Isabelle, checking that he's not crossing a boundary she doesn't want him to, as his fingers grow bolder. ]
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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-21 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( as easy as it'd been to disregard any other soul around those bedouin tents, it was just as so, if not even more when cocooned in the petite, citrus-lit room for two in which they were currently tangled. with his shift her figure naturally curves to settle on her back, using that hook about his hip and the clutch in his locks to bring him with her, the prop of his arm leaving him above her still as the two moved in sync.

it's as if there's no room for words, no more than breaths and touches and sounds to guide one another, and it's evident the way he seeks out her approval, searching her for some sort of indication that it was okay to touch her, know her. again, her body speaks of it's own accord, chest bowing up to his touch, slipping the arm that's no longer pinned to the mattress beneath the back of his shirt for nails to bite.

it isn't entirely merciless, but she sinks them deep enough into the fluttering muscles to let him know that she needs it, the continuous tandem of that friction; if he doesn't stop, if he keeps going just like that, again and again abrading against the apex of her thighs, it won't be long before she snaps. breaths stumble against one another, keeping him raveled as close as possible as if she could hush her noises further into his skin, his mouth, dwindled down to higher octaves and whimpers on every few breaths.
)
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[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-21 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They keep on breathing into each other's mouths, close as can be but not kissing, just panting hard, and every time Izzy makes a noise, higher up still, Baby replies with one of his own, grunts and groans released against the bow of her lips.

It's everything he wants, almost. He moves his hand to cup her breast, but keeps it hidden behind her bra, just swiping his thumb against her nipple, hard under the fabric. He rocks his hips up, muscles tense, feeling the heat of her body, but still through layers of denim that makes him yearn for more and yet relish in this, right now; the two of them.

It's like they don't need more, that this is a natural escalation. They started at the bottom of a mountain and worked their way up. This wasn't their summit, either - Baby was certain there was much more to come, but it felt like another milestone, the two of them finally giving in to their carnal desires to an extent. Finally admitting that they both want this.

And they keep moving, and Izzy keeps on making all of these sweet little sounds that stick to Baby's skin, and it's so good and yet, Baby's orgasm, when it comes, hits him like a gut punch. He chokes on a breath, tensing up and going still for a moment, feeling himself come into his boxers, the flush of embarrassment following the elated feeling flooding his brain. ]


Oh my God I'm - so sorry -
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thea queen ➙ open

[personal profile] withasouvenir 2017-09-21 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
it does not say rsvp on the statue of liberty
[ BLEH is about how thea feels about community service, especially considering she had to do so much of it at cnri under laurel -- she still debates whether she should have chosen the jail time -- but at least this community service isn't just for the satisfaction of a job well done. she'e getting bonus credits for her wish and she's getting an impromptu workout moving boxes to and fro.

girl's got guns, hon.

as she's making one run, the box bottoms out and collapses entirely and thea finds herself at once covered in maraschino cherry juice when the bottle explodes on the ground and splashes all over her bare legs, staining her white vans tie dye pink and red. she doesn't seem to notice the tiny bits of glass embedded in her shins. whoops. ]


Imma need a new box over here! [ she finally hollers once she's danced out of the way of the broken mess of food. ]

i've always wanted a yurt
[ luckily, thea was banking on taking advantage of the last seconds of summer so she'd dressed to bare all of her long legs and the cherries only ruined her shoes while the rest of her outfit remained unscathed. her legs looks like she fell down and scraped her shins in the aftermath of all those little pieces of glass. but now she's in the ~togetherness tent~ making her way through all the little nooks and crannies with all the curiosity of a toddler told not to touch. she has a glass of something purple and sparkly in hand and she pokes her head around corners and through gauzy curtains like: ]

Want some company?

[ when she's not interupting people's solitude, she makes a little home at the bar, making friends with the bartender and doing one sip taste tests of cuddle city's highest end drinks. join her! ]

musical chairs except they're tables
[ thea's got a sweet tooth so regardless of the table, thea makes a point to try all the sweet desserts. once she realizes that the red table packs the heat, she makes a point to follow all her experimental bites with nibbles from the blue table because she likes the sensation of the warmth followed by the chill and vice versa.

she wonders if the chill is transferable from person to person... eventually she'll test that theory, but for now she's just going ham on the tables. ]
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[personal profile] recruited 2017-09-22 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He figures he's done a pretty good at the other stuff. He's had a few dates. Romantic adventures. Mostly at the hands of Sara Lance. Since the earthquake he's been wanting to help more. Getting out there and helping those people felt good. Like something had been missing. Especially after giving up Captain America and going into hiding in Wakanda.

Maybe he's a little too focused on helping, but he does stop when he notices Diana. He smiles a little lopsided and stops sorting. ]


Diana Prince. Yeah I uh--it's been crazy around here ya know?
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patty spivot - open to all

[personal profile] taskforcing 2017-09-22 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
bar;
[ Patty had heard something about liquid courage and she decided that she would be gung-ho about it, proactive if you will. She'd been pretty bad about, well, the whole reason she'd been brought to this city. And after interrogating the bartender to make sure that this golden drop of whatever wasn't actually just a roofie, she'd agreed to add it to her drink.

Now, Patty is friendly, she doesn't have trouble making friends or endearing herself to others but whatever was put into her drink makes her even more talkative and her smiles come even easier.]


Can I buy you a drink?

snack tables;

[ Patty's always been a fan of chocolate, who isn't? So when she sees a display of cupcakes, she makes a beeline for the chocolate ones to try. It's only after she eats on that she feels a little weird. She turns around immediately, eyes narrowing even if she feels a slight thrill. It's strange considering as a cop, feeling a random, unexpected touch should make her react differently, more defensively. And yet, she's smiling almost when she asks a passerby--]

Was that you?
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[personal profile] sofar 2017-09-22 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Faraday arrived in Eudio he ate just about everything he could get his hands on. Including the crap that Billy and Goody wanted him to try before they ever got near it. It didn't bother him none. He got to eat as many microwave burritos as he wanted to. The whole time making jokes about Vasquez in his head as well. He really is a petty little bitch sometimes.

But he doesn't hate the guy. That's too strong of a word. He hated Bogue. Hated those men and what they did to Rose Creek. But not Vasquez. He was just a dick sometimes. The both of them way too similar. They butted heads so much it was a damn miracle they didn't kill each other on accident. ]


What? What?

[ Trying to process a mouse being in his pants. But it occurs to him that he probably looks a little damn crazy right now. He wishes Gwen was here. She was always good about calming him down. Mostly at night after nightmares. ]

There's just something--[ Another touch on his neck and he swats at the base of his neck. ]
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tents glorious tents

[personal profile] taskforcing 2017-09-22 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's kind of difficult to miss Steve, he kind of stands out in a crowd. And Patty's feeling a tad emboldened thanks to that golden liquid courage stuff (something she agreed to add to her drink after interrogating the bartender to make sure that this golden drop of whatever wasn't actually just a roofie). Approaching him with an easy smile, she notices that he's looking a little... off.]

Are you alright? [ Considering he's tugging at his collar and sweating a little... She looks at him with a slightly amused expression.] Did someone spike the cupcakes with a ghost pepper or something?
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[personal profile] sofar 2017-09-22 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Winter's alright. It ain't that fun when he's between beds and he has to sleep out in the wilderness. Snow makes just about everything wet when you lay in it long enough. Including blankets and bed rolls. Harsh winters can make a break a family back home. It certainly never did his own family any favors when he was a little boy. But those days were behind him.

Sansa catches him off guard. The drink has his fully attention. Faraday moving about and looking more flustered as he waits for the ghost touch. ]


Yeah. Yeah it does. [ He clears his throat and tries to focus up. ] How long you suppose these damn things are supposed to laugh?
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[personal profile] proscribed 2017-09-22 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
They shouldn't look at you funny, anyway.

[Credence, not long ago, would have assumed that physical contact would be difficult for him. Even with those that he trusted implicitly not to hurt him. That didn't seem to be the case. The more he was around others, the more he wanted to be touched and the less jumpy he ended up becoming. He noticed this most often when Kieren was around, when they were close. He was bolder, kissing his cheek, and open to the arm around his shoulder, leaning in to press himself to Kieren's side.

He curls his arms around his waist.]
What are we going to do?

[There was a lot happening in the tent, so he takes his time looking around.]

As long as you don't mind. [He could wait to eat, if he needed to. The table with the red cloth caught his eye, all of the sweets and finger foods, and drinks with steam rising from the mugs.] Let me get something, I'll be quick.

[He's reluctant to move away, but he does so anyway, scurrying over to the table to grab a hot toddy and a cupcake. Credence reads all the accompanying warnings, but doesn't think much of it. When he returns, he has to carefully wind his way through people to get back to Kieren. There's a dab of icing on the tip of his nose as he'd tried to steal a bite while walking.]

I like the colder weather, people are happier when it's the holiday season.
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[personal profile] ischyros 2017-09-22 03:49 am (UTC)(link)

( Diana thinks it has been a little crazy the last month or so. Between the earthquake and having to obtain employment, she's had her hands full, and she doesn't fault Steve for not following up on what had become an insightful, if long-winded, text conversation. She gives him a smile, warm and confident. )

It has been. I'm just glad I get to meet you in person finally. I was beginning to think you were simply a heroic myth. I should have known just to start at one of the volunteer efforts.

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no bitch

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-22 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I guess it's a good thing they're gonna have a hell of a lot of free food at the festival thing.

( sara will humor kara and her overdramatic burrowing beneath the covers. it's definitely not early, that's for sure, so kara had better get her ass up. besides, she knows that kara wasn't even fully asleep, considering the cup of tea that could only have been made by the precise hands of an archer that sits on the table beside the bed isn't even full.

with a small sigh, her fingers curl into the duvet, yanking with all of her might in an attempt to rid the bed completely of it, give kara no other place to hide between these four corners, except — nope. nothing. it barely even budges, only pulls against the supergrip of kara's fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

sara clearly has no other option than to pull back her side of the duvet instead, crawl underneath it — head and all — and scrunch her nose at the cranky birthday girl beneath. )
Come on, it'll be fun.
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ho ho ho

[personal profile] recruited 2017-09-22 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ The drink he had earlier was surprisingly helpful. He's not that nervous around women anymore, but he does tend to get a little awkward when he knows they're interested. He can handle interest though. Lately he's gotten a lot better at being around women. Dates. Spending time together. The drink (or rather whatever they put in it) makes Steve feel a helluva lot looser. Part of him wonders if this is how Bucky felt back when they were growing up. Free. Loose. More confidence than he was actually sure what to do with, but he's going to make the best of it.

He spots the back of Sara's head on the couch. She looks comfortable. Content. Part of him hates to go over there and disrupt, but he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He always seems to find his way back to her feet. Which is why he drifts over to her couch and instead of doing what Steve would usually do he does the opposite. He climbs over the back of the couch to settle down next to her. Arm stretched out along the top of the sofa and therefore around her. ]


Hi there. [ His smile just grows as he gets eyes on her really. She's beautiful. More than beautiful though. That's for damn sure. Steve swallows hard and tilts his head. ]
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hmph

[personal profile] advena 2017-09-22 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
( okay, so she's had some of a cup of tea. and maybe that's not the first cup she's had since waking up. but sara doesn't know that. for all sara knows, kara's been blissfully dreaming away all morning, comforted by the warmth of the duvet and the gentle white noise of the washer merrily spinning downstairs.

well, that's probably a lie, if only because the spinning of the washer sort of makes kara a little crazy when she's trying to sleep — yet another gift courtesy of that whole superhearing thing. the half-full cup of tea resting on the nightstand might also be a clue. maybe.

not that it very much matters when said investigative force decides to encroach further into kara's personal space by sliding under the blankets so tightly held above her head, sara's face just inches from her own as she cajoles her into motion. it'll be fun, she promises, and kara can only sigh, an exaggeratedly world-weary sigh that might be believable if she wasn't stifling a pleased as punch grin. )


You hate cheesy festivals. ( true. sara and oliver both hated them. but kara loved festivals of all kinds, especially ones with street food involved. especially free street food. and cupcakes. those were a birthday requirement. ) And you have to admit, it's pretty cozy under the blankets...
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[personal profile] speedforcer 2017-09-22 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[while this may not be the first time he's been to an event like this, it's not really his idea of fun. not since leaving a certain duo behind when the gates of eudio shut. were he anybody else then perhaps he'd take this as a new chance. would wander the festival out of more than simple curiosity. but he's engaged now, would be planning his wedding if the speed force hadn't seen a need to intervene. and then there was len, and that's a whole other complication that he has no way of coming to terms with.

but despite all that, barry is there, taking full advantage of the sweet treats offered outside the confines of the tent. he takes part in the lantern release, a deep purple lantern his contribution to the mix, fine lines of silvery-blue hand painted along the bottom edge. it's a memory released into the night, but one he isn't going to explain.

later, as night wears on though, barry ends up finding his way towards the togetherness tent, ultimately taking a place at the bar for most of the evening. it's the first time since coming to the city that he's found a drink that'll actually affect him, so he doesn't waste any time in looking for supplier details to accompany the bottle of pale amber liquid he steadily empties through the night. when he does finally end up making his way towards the snack table, it's with enough drink in him to prompt him in to finally trying some of the treats. the left table chosen for reasons that may be obvious to those who knew him before. but with the rest of the bottle still waiting for him, he can't find it in him to really care how it may look.]
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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-22 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( everything's heightened between them, there's nothing but the crisp sound of his gasps and the way her own stutter in attempts to hush them back, anything to further focus on his. she knows when he's unraveling, can see it in the way his eyes bloom with a tell-tale craze, desperation sitting in the subtlest tuft of his brow, however the most prominent giveaway is his hips. their lively ruts, chasing into her again, again, and the moment he seizes only to break into a tremble upon his release, she moans with him as if it were her own.

fingers remain tightly clasped within his hair, lightly dampened with sweat, only do they loosen and turn to a gentle, soothing brush toward the nape of his neck and back through when the twitches raking his body come to a still. he apologizes to her and she has to wonder how he could ever think such a thing belonged, that she'd ever expect it after bringing him to that by merely feeling her, outside of all of their layers.

index finger presses to his lips, a comforting hush falling from hers as she lifts her head to place petite kisses beneath each of his eyes, resting just against his cheek bones while a pleased, maybe even a little proud smile curls slowly to the edges of her mouth.
) What are you sorry for?

( she's still breathy herself, replacing that digit on the bed of his brims with a peck just there, looking at him as if in disbelief he should find any sort of embarrassment. lithe touch settles over the forearm hidden beneath the front of her shirt. ) I like it. ( a tiny hum, heavy with satisfaction. ) Lindo.
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[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-22 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels the flush up his cheeks, one mixing his embarrassment with the pleasure still coursing through his veins. He knows that it's gone all too fast and she's not - she's not, and so he forces himself to shift his weight again on the bed, nose brushing against her as he presses his thigh between her legs, just in case he can actually help her get there. ]

It's just - [ He kisses the tip of her finger, and then her cheek when she lies her head against his, the two of them still sharing breaths. He's surprised by the pleased look on her face, how happy she is with the situation, like he hasn't failed her. ] - you haven't. And I'm just. I felt a little out of control.

[ He's not used to it. Much more used to keep himself absolutely calm and under control, even in the scariest, craziest of situations. She's making him feel a little wild. ]

But you really liked it?
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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-22 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's a secondary flush that rises to the swell of her cheeks once he shifts to nestle his thigh between her legs. it's more so that she hadn't expected it, that she was more than content to allow him that pleasure, she didn't need to finish herself in order for that same rush of satisfaction to course through her. still, there's no denying the interest that could easily rekindle should he keep up any motion to her clit, a short sigh of a breath being clipped from her lips. )

There's nothing wrong with losing control, Baby. Not like... like that; or at least, not with me. ( a brush of her thumb along his cheek, offering whatever bit of calm she can to attest what might be stirring within that mind of his. )

How couldn't I? It's kind of hot, querido. ( an admission that comes with a snicker, a hearty bite to her lips. )
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[personal profile] killertrack 2017-09-22 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He presses his thigh tight against her, rubbing a little, just experimentally, checking how it makes her react.

When she says it's okay to lose control like this, with her, Baby groan helplessly, burying his face in her neck, lips dragging against her skin, his leg moving even more tightly against Isabelle. ]


I feel like I can be exactly who I want to be, with you. [ He whispers into her neck, earnest and endlessly soft. ] Just myself, and you like that. You think it's hot.

[ He lets out a chuckle, and pulls back to look at her again, brushing a hand along her face. ]

There's so much about you I still want to discover.
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[personal profile] distractly 2017-09-22 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( she knows it can't be entirely comfortable, the fact that he'd gotten off and now resorted his focus to her, though it's far easier now to hone in on that intoxicating way he brushes against her, directing himself with far too thoughtful of pressure to be accidental. she'd been too wrapped up in him, watching the flit of his features and the way pleasure painted him something she'd never seen before, something she already wants to see again.

how easily he flusters her, causing breaths to once more slip off track with face burrowed into the crook of her neck, chewing at the inner of her cheek. she tries to keep what restraint she has left in tact, wants to tell him that it's okay, that he doesn't have to—but she couldn't exactly preach of how she enjoyed him letting go of that control if she wouldn't offer up hers in return.
) Is it really- ( a hitch of an exhale, ) that much of a surprise?

( a whisper, and when he looks to her again, he'll see the way it's getting to her, how she can't help but to give a tiny rut of her hips in response to how good that attention feels. )

We have time. ( and for once, she believes it. trusts her own assurance and lets it equally quell what's keeping her wound, relaxing further into the bed beneath him. )

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