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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it's made her more inclined to actually start up conversations with the people who drift in and out of her little seating area, hair tossed over her shoulder, rather than just sitting there and letting people flock to her and initiate things.
a person climbing over the back of the couch so suddenly, out of the blue, would, in any other normal instance, be enough to get sara to immediately whip a dagger hidden within her outfit (where? she's not telling) and press it to their throat for catching her off guard. too bad sara's too almost-drunk to really react too much, feeling a hell of a lot more like a lover than a fighter right now.
a strong arm wraps around her shoulders and instinctively, sara curls in against him a little, his greeting enough for her to know that it's steve. he feels so warm, compared to the minty cupcakes she'd been eating that have left her nearly-bare arms dotted with goosebumps on top of freckles. she hums, pleased, tipping her head up so she can peer up at steve rogers' handsome, handsome face, her pupils huge from whatever the hell she's been consuming. ) Steve. Hi. You're here.
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She curls in close and he warms even more. He'd swear his body was ready to burst into flames. He pulls her closer when he feels the goosebumps. Instinctively working to working to warm her up. He thinks that right now he could stare down into her eyes for as long as was necessary. He feels a little hypnotized. Eyes glued to her. But that's not really a new thing when they spend time together. He feels a little like a magnet. One that just about goes to mush when she says his name. ]
I am. [ He tilts his head as he studies her. It's an unconscious effort. Blue eyes going over her like he's looking for something new. Usually finding something. Or maybe he's just biased. Either or. ] You look--[ He takes a second to look down and survey her. ]--absolutely beautiful. Really don't think I could even look away right now.
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( it's said frankly, a fact that simply requires to be known. there's a slight pink coloring her cheeks, but she's definitely not blushing, okay? sara lance does not blush. it's definitely (okay, it probably actually is) the amped up whiskey she'd consumed earlier.
speaking of things she'd consumed earlier, though ...
the squeeze of fingertips against her forearm as he pulls her in closer cuts right through those goosebumps of hers without hesitation; his touch feels like the burning embers at the bottom of a fire, maybe a little too hot for any normal circumstance, but certainly more than welcome now when she feels like she might meet her demise via frostbite, regretting her choice to wear a black crop top with so much of her skin exposed. immediately, she wants more.
her eyes are a little wide as they catch his gaze, blue meeting blue. ) I need you to touch me some more — god, your hands are so hot.
( literally hot, that is. but a little double entendre certainly doesn't hurt when the itch to touch steve right back is just as strong. )
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The coloring of her cheeks actually makes Steve smile. Because it's not something he sees that often. He learned very quickly that Sara Lance was not a woman that blushed very often. Certainly not at her own remarks or the ones that Steve would make to her. Seeing it now is very exciting. It leaves Steve smiling like a fool as he watches her. Savoring this moment that the two of them have stepped into together. Somehow very different from any of the other times they spent together.
She's ice. Or maybe he's just a furnace. Bursting with heat. It's a lot. A top couple of his buttons of his shirt are undone. They have been for a while. The only way for him to circulate air. Maybe the bottom button of his shirt as well. But he's pretty sure that Sara won't take offense to it. Not when she says that and it leaves a roaring heat deep in his belly. ]
You feel like ice.
[ He reaches out to his other hand on her thigh. Giving it a gentle squeeze as his other hand comes up to her shoulder. His fingers drag up to her neck. ]
I definitely don't think I should stop.
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sara likes to think that it's not so easy to rile her up anymore — hell, she takes pleasure in completely and utterly making others crumble in that regard — but there's just something about the way steve's touching her, exploratory and almost kind of needy in the way he seeks more, that's doing it for her right now. or maybe it's just the golden liquor talking. or maybe it's just the immeasurable amount of spearmint cupcakes she's consumed. or maybe it's a little combination of those three, coupled with the somehow soft touch of roughened, superhero fingertips.
she can even feel the heat pulsating from his hand when he squeezes her thigh through her jeans, though the fact that the fabric subdues the sensation nearly makes her want to yank them off right then and there. a hand curls into the front of his button-down as she lets out a soft sigh, letting her eyes drift closed as the heady sensations take over for a moment. )
Don't stop.
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She is right about something. He is exploring. He's touched her plenty. But right now he feels like he could go for hours touching her. Mapping her. Memorizing her. He hasn't quite told her this yet, but he's drawn her from memory plenty of times. He draws everyone he meets though. That's not new. But Sara has a place in his head he can't quite fathom sometimes. He may draw everyone, but he certainly doesn't draw them without their clothes. Sara gets that very distinct honor.
As she grabs the front of his shirt Steve feels his body just warm more. His clothes scratch and irritate his skin more than he can wrap his head around. He wants it off. The more she pulls on the front of it the better it feels. His hand on her thigh drifts up and up and up until he touches her stomach. The crop top giving him enough room for his hand to press against her skin. Though really a portion of his hand disappears under the fabric as he touches her.
Finally his lips come down on her neck and Steve practically moans out loud. The feeling of his heat meeting her cold skin. It's enough to make his eyes roll back into his head. ]
I really wanna rip this top off you.
[ He whispers against her skin. ]
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sara may not have superstrength, but she does have enough force of will that a button on the front of steve's shirt may find its thread torn by sara's insistency as she grabs at his shirt, said button rolling to the floor. she sure as hell wants his shirt off, too, wants to press her skin against his skin until she can't stand it anymore (and spoilers: that'll never happen), let his whole body warm her as much as his simple touch has.
but steve's lips press against the crook of sara's neck and she's done for, any and all train of thought completely lost, and she's putty in his hands, gasping as the warmth of his mouth, the wet fleck of tongue against her skin a new sensation entirely. to say that she's overwhelmed by the feeling that floods through her is an understatement in and of itself, especially when such blatant words are elicited by steve rogers, a rough edge to his whisper that puts a crack into the picture perfect illusion of the well-mannered former soldier with an unending fountain of politeness.
sara doesn't think she's ever wanted something more. ) Do it, ( sara says, insistent, eyes still closed as she tries to gather herself, tries to formulate a vaguely coherent string of words, words hasty when they fall out of her mouth. ) I want you to. Don't ask. Just do it.
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But she's not wrong. Though he imagines that the news sort of created that image for him when he was just starting out. Captain America. The symbol of patriotism. Values. Wholesome ideas. Only Steve has never been about that. Not exactly. The only thing Steve ever really wanted was to help people. To put an end to the bullies that were stomping across the world. There's a reason he grabbed a shield to start out. He's no stranger to guns and how to use them, but Steve's always been about protecting. Standing up. Sometimes that means you need to get a little rough. To stop being polite for half a second.
The fact that she prompts him to do it is really all that Steve needs right now. Because before he can even process if this is wise he grabs the front of her top by the neckline and he pulls. The fabric splitting down the middle to make a jagged line. There's a darker look in his eyes as he pushes the fabric to the side to touch her bare sides now. He uses his grip there to haul her forward and into his lap entirely. ]