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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!

Vincent Nigel-Murray | ota, m/f for smooches etc, will match format

[personal profile] onstepnine 2017-09-15 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
• treats time

[One thing Vincent quickly learned to appreciate when he moved across the ocean for graduate school was Americans' enthusiasm for fall foods. His first try left him thinking sure, this is nice, but it's not worth the obsession. His second try had left him more sold on the idea and getting regular cups of pumpkin spice coffee and sweet potato pie and all the rest until winter fell. By July of the following year, he'd been excited for fall to start.

So this is very nice.

He can be found having a cup of hot apple cider, spiced to unbelievable perfection. Thank you Cadelle for dragging him from death's doorstep and not only giving him the chance to live, but to live so comfortably while he works for his wish.]


This is reallyy good. Have you tried some?

[He is talking to you. With a smile. c: Won't you say hi?]



• cupcaked courage

[He knew what he was getting into with the cupcake, and he figured he could probably use the boost to his confidence. (Getting shot down immediately by Angela had been a harsh reminder that he was going to have to adjust his goals when it came to flirting. Sure, he was used to dating older women, but in a new place, the old standards needed a little tweaking.) He didn't plan on having a cupcake that was, well, a bit too full of courage, but that's... not a bad thing, right?

His cheeks are flushed pink when he goes up to you and compliments your hair if you're a woman.

If you're not, he'll remark,]
I don't think the red table's too well labeled.



• chocolate chill

[Right, that was too much courage, so how about a chocolate mint? It chills him out very nicely.

So nicely that he retreats over to one of the open tents to stretch out across one of the couches.

He's not tired, but he's feeling relaxed and content, smiling languidly and eyes half open.]
Edited 2017-09-15 21:58 (UTC)
dedikated: (240 | ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ)

kate galloway. ota.

[personal profile] dedikated 2017-09-15 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
one/ like i never had that whiskey in my veins.
the open bar; open to all
( Rules of Cadelle: if there's a bar, there's probably a pink haired woman sat there. Tonight the customary bright hoodie and black jeans combination switched out for a more relaxed look, hair falling loosely over her shoulders as she leans on the bar, glancing over the multitude of drinks available before opting, rather shockingly for-

A beer.

Yeah. She's not always the most adventurous with her drinks. But when the bartender talks about their extra shot, for a bit more courage, her brow quirks:
) That what booze do anyway?

( It's a little stronger than that, they explain, and she shrugs. )

Sure. Whatever.

( And that is the story of how one (1) Kate Galloway came to be drinking something which seems to unwind the tension that's almost always present in her shoulders, her expression visibly brighter by the time she's halfway through it. In fact, if you happen to be in range by that point or later, she'll come right up to you, bottle in hand and an expression that's somehow friendly without necessarily smiling. )

You tried that extra shot yet?

( Okay, so it's not the greatest opener, but for once she doesn't sound emotionally dead. Baby steps. )


two/ i need to know the taste that's on your lips.
the snack bar; open to all
( The perfect accompaniment to alcohol? A cucumber sandwich. Served on brown bread, of course. She hasn't had one in months, okay? Let a girl live.

Of course, it's boring if you just stick to finger sandwiches, no matter how delicious they are. So, naturally, with her third (or probably higher) beer in hand, Kate wanders to the tables at the left and right, casting a critical glance over the foods offered and a briefer one over the menu explaining everything.

She samples a couple of spicy chilli crisps tossed into a bowl on the edge of the right hand table and the warmth isn't just the burn of spice in her mouth, but something which feels like taking a hot drink in the face of these cooler nights.

If you happen to be close by, Kate will likely tug on your clothes lightly to get your attention.
)

You tried this?

( She may not necessarily point to the aforementioned crisps, may ask your opinion on a cupcake or something from the left hand table, too. )


three/ and your touch is like the only thing that i will ever need.
the bedouin tents; open to all
( If Kate has a choice, that choice will usually be to be active. Doing something. But even a superhuman with near boundless seeming energy has to relax, to rest. Especially after indulging in maybe one too many of those infused drinks. They feel good. And they've been slowly making her friendlier throughout the night, which is really why they're all here. The whole be good people and you get what you want shit going on.

A pleasant buzz flows through her veins as she flops onto a couch - or maybe a lap, dealer's choice - and stretches her arms above her head, tugging off the plaid shirt she wears and tying it arounf her waist. There's enough booze in her system to make her feel warm, especially in these cosily lit tents, and she leans into the person next to her (or the lap she's sitting on).
)

Not bad.

( Yes. What a masterful line that is. :| )
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cupcakessss

[personal profile] dedikated 2017-09-15 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( Guess who you miiiight have already said that to. Kate just looks amused though, the effects of the alcohol additions and the warmth of the crisps she's been munching making it all the more easy to smile at that statement, leaning in slightly. )

Could always dye your hair pink if you like it so much.
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Kieren Walker | will match format. OTA except for last prompt!

[personal profile] depressiveoptimist 2017-09-16 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Lantern release

[Unlike some of the other events that were planned for later, this was something that Kieren felt totally comfortable in. He had decorated a couple lanterns; one was generic, covered in scenes of a sunset and a green valley; he had it hanging from his belt. It was for anyone who might have forgotten theirs, or if something went wrong and needed a new one (after all, using fire to put lanterns up in the air meant some might catch on fire).

His own, though, was decorated with images of Amy. Bright and shining...it seemed only fitting that he would put a lantern up in the air for her--she would love it. And after all, he was here for her, anyways.

Reaching the beach, he smiled up at the stars, glancing over at his neighbor, realizing that he didn't know how to actually do this thing.]


So I have the decorating the lantern thing down--but how do we actually put it into the air?

Snack Tables

[In the tents, Kieren had to wonder at all the stuff they had. It was...impressive, to say the least. He wandered over near the snack tables, reading all the labels, eyebrows going up a bit more after reach each one. At least they had normal food for people, too. He wondered, absently, if he could have asked for them to put out some sheep's brain for him, but Kieren didn't like any level of losing control while undead. Even that extra sense of euphoria just...wouldn't sit right.

Still, he was happy that other people could get a chance to enjoy themselves. Glancing over at someone filling their plate, he gave a warm smile.]


At least someone can enjoy eating the food.

Closed to Credence

[Kieren had invited Credence to come with him to this; since most of his friends had left, he knew that he was feeling down and getting out of the apartments was probably the best idea. This celebration was a bit more...racy than both of them were used to, but given what happened in Eudio it wasn't that much different than some of the parties, really.

He's waiting outside the tents for Credence; he probably should have suggested that he pick the other man up but he was still--well, he was still unsure what they were doing. He was usually willing to jump in feet first, but after what happened in Eudio, he was a bit more hesitant. Kieren just...wanted not to screw things up, sometimes. ]

[personal profile] onstepnine 2017-09-16 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Well it's still true. A lovely color, a texture that looks really soft. She's the tiniest but closer and he wants to reach out and touch a pink lock but--]

Oh, no I wouldn't-- [He chuckles and shakes his head.] They'd never let me back in the lab.

[Dr. Saroyan is strict about dress code.]

Besides, it's more your color than mine. Doesn't really go my skin tone.

[Perfect opportunity to lift a hand and set it by her hair. Not quite touching, but close enough.]

It only looks half decent because it's your hair.

[The way his tongue is a bit looser thanks to the cupcakes... it's almost like he's buzzed. Only right now, his head is clear. He can walk away if she says she wants him to and he can leave if he feels he needs a break. He never thought he'd get to feel like that. It's nice.]
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[personal profile] proscribed 2017-09-16 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[After everyone had gone, Credence felt that there was little reason to go out more than he had to. He'd never been particularly social, but the desire to be away from others was stronger than ever before. Kieren was the exception. He knew about Miss Tina and Mister Graves, even if he never had the chance to meet them.

When he asks him to come along to a party, he dresses in his nicer clothing, and tries to tame the curls that have grown in. He waves at Kieren when he spots him, instantly perking up. There are shadows under his eyes and it's obvious he's been miserable, but he doesn't want to put all of that on Kieren.]


Hi. [He's not sure how to greet the other man, so he hesitates before leaning in to press a soft kiss to Kieren's cheek.] You look really nice.

[Credence, too, had no idea what they were doing. It felt good to be around Kieren. He enjoyed his company and the conversations they had were among some of the most interesting he's had. But he doesn't know what they are and is afraid to ask.]
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[personal profile] depressiveoptimist 2017-09-16 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Kieren couldn't help but smile when he saw Credence, even with the way the man looked. He had been trying to coax him out, and he was glad to see that this had worked--depression and loss were nasty things--he should know.

Still, he was happy to see Credence was growing his hair out still from that horrible bowl cut; the hair framed his finely sculpted face...and really, Credence was one of the most beautiful people Kieren had seen.]


Uh...thanks. Best part of fall, no one looks at me funny for wearing long sleeves all the time. [He makes the joke, stumbling a bit over the words when he gets the kiss on his cheek. He decides to be bold, then, and slide his arm around Credence's shoulders, squeezing, as he started to lead them towards the tent. He only had two inches on the other man, but he could use it.]

I'm glad you decided to come out with me--this is going to be fun, I promise.

[He pushed open the entrance to the tent, eyes adjusting to the difference in light.]

Uh--do you want a drink, something to eat? [He quickly adds before Credence says no,] Everyone else will be; don't stand in solidarity with me, really. It doesn't bother me--I'd like you to enjoy yourself.
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sara lance, ota af.

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
PART I: BEING A GOOD SAMARITAN
( if one wanted to think of the least likely place a deadly former assassin might spend some time at a shindig like this one, it would probably be at the knitting circle.

but — sara lance continues to be full of surprises as always, and ends up gravitating to the circle made up of mostly natives of cadelle both young and old, huddled over stretches of knit wool in a multitude of colors and chitchatting pleasantly. it's lowkey and kind of calm and maybe, just maybe, it'll be nice to learn a new skill that's a little outside of her wheelhouse.

once she's convinced that she's got the whole process down pat, she takes her cute little knitting needles and makes her way over to the large bin full of balls of yarn, all donated, in about every hue of every color she can think of. it's almost an overwhelming amount of colors and, out of idle habit, the knitting needles are twirled expertly in her hands, like they're miniaturized versions of her detachable bo staff, or maybe one of the daggers she's got hidden somewhere she's not revealing. good to know that these things could probably be used to stab someone, if she wanted to.

not that she wants to. if anything, she wants to stab herself for being so damn indecisive. but she maybe looks like she's showing off, even if she doesn't mean to as she peers down into the bin, brows furrowed. casually, towards her fellow knitter-to-be: )
This really shouldn't be the hardest choice I've made this month.
PART II: (SHAMELESSLY) BEING A HEAUX™
( listen. there's no use in denying it. sara lance is into these kinds of things, ever since she went to her first one in eudio what feels like a veritable eternity ago. what could be better than eating delicious foods, laying amongst a shit ton of pillows and cushions, and cozying up with an old friend, or maybe even a stranger?

feeling good's the name of the game — well, okay, no, helping the city is the name of the game, but this kind of thing is as up sara's alley as saving the damn world, or maybe even dying over and over again, is. it's inevitable that she ends up here, grabs herself a glass of whiskey with a little somethin' somethin' slipped into it, and she lounges on an overstuffed sofa inside the tent, black crop top showing a peek of muscle as she takes a long, languid sip of her liquor, waits for some company to arrive — it always does.

sara's willing to indulge in some of the so-called "experimental edibles" (god, could this place be any cheesier?), but she's likely to follow her conversation partner's lead — that is, until she gets too impatient, pops a mini cupcake or two into her mouth, offers a purposeful quirk of her eyebrow, a challenge.

bring it on, cadelle. )
PART III: WILDCARDING IT UP
( orrrr feel free to stumble upon sara just about anywhere at the energy festival, be it chowing down on maple donuts, sorting clothing and begrudging people for donating what has to be their ugliest piece of clothing, or anything you'd like; i also would love to plot stuff out at [plurk.com profile] frickin / canary#4628! also, screw timelines, i will legit do 1,000 thirsty threads at one time because that's who i am as a person. )
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kimberly hart • open

[personal profile] recoined 2017-09-16 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
❱❱ lantern festival
( it's not exactly the hippest spot on the block, but kimberly's got a lot to be grateful for these days, and color has never been a thing she's shied away from. she spends a full afternoon at the arts and crafts table, painstakingly decorating a full-sized white lantern with abstract patterns in five specific colors, the occasional silver and black lightning bolt dotted between. headphones remain lodged in her ears while she works, head bobbing along to the beat even as her mouth purses in concentration; plenty of less-focused artisans come and go while she remains at the table, and it's only when kimberly's finally satisfied that she pushes away from the table, once-white lantern now covered with colorful decorations across every available square inch of space.

feel free to join her, so long as you don't try to steal her markers, or just share your commentary on her artistic choices.

later that night, she ventures back to the beach on her scooter, lantern carefully tucked between her knees as she navigates through the streets. there's a larger crowd near the boardwalk, gathered around a collection of professionally decorated lanterns, but she opts instead to linger on the beachfront where it's a bit quieter; it gives her opportunity to enjoy the sounds of the waves as they crash against the sand, wading in to let the surf lap at her bare feet, up to her ankles, and to watch from afar as the crowd lights their lanterns in unison, sending them up into the sky where they float for a while before burning up over the water. )


It's pretty, isn't it, ( kimberly murmurs to no one in particular, still unlit lantern clutched in her hands. ) I... probably should have brought a lighter.

( you don't happen to have one, do you? if not a lighter, perhaps you've got another idea on how to launch this thing? )
❱❱ that tent thing
( the togetherness tent, unsurprisingly, appeals quite strongly for kimberly. she doesn't hesitate to sprawl out, carving herself a comfortable spot on a particularly large ottoman in the outdoor seating area, perfectly positioned for chatting with anyone who passes by or comes to sit. should you not want to join her on her ottoman, there are plenty of couches and chairs within reach, and those that are too far are easy enough to pull across the grass.

when conversations take a lull, kimberly wanders over towards the bar, where the large menu absorbs her attention for minutes at a time. should someone sidle up next to her, she'll smile, closing the menu with a soft thump. )
There's too many choices. What are you getting? ( really, she'll probably just get something fruity, some girly drink that tastes more like its mixer than its booze, but suggestions are always appreciated.

but as far as the snack bar and tempting private tents are concerned... well, that'll have to wait for the right company. she's been promised an evening of exploration, but the other details are still a mystery for her at the moment. ghost rider, where are you hiding? )
❱❱ wildcard
( ain't nobody got time to literally write up every starter under the sun, even though i really really wanted to. kimberly will happily accompany you just about anywhere in the festival that you'd like to go, so feel free to wildcard me — snack carts, clothing drive (it should be gross but, you know what, she's heard thrift shop. if macklemore can rock it, so can kimberly hart) or wherever you wanna be! or, y'know, feel free to holler at ya girl if you need to — [plurk.com profile] semicolons or supergirl#2740. let's be weird. )
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linda park • come at me.

[personal profile] scovilles 2017-09-16 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
➤ "togetherness"
( missed connections™ being what they are, it's no surprise that linda winds up skipping right over Girl Scout Central and makes a beeline instead for the more grown-up options available in the horribly named togetherness tent. it's probably also no surprise to anyone that recognizes her small five foot something frame — or anyone who bothered to read her okcuddle profile, for that matter — that she bypasses the creme and blue in favor of the tantalizingly hot options available on a table covered in red.

truly a revelation. much shock, very wow, such a concept.

she manages to resist the cupcake towers at first, but the overflowing bowl of what looks suspiciously like her childhood favorite candy is one temptation she can't quite pass up. maybe popping a handful in her mouth at once wasn't the greatest idea. not that they're spicy, per se, but... well, that's a lot of candy to chew, and choking is a hazard.

a hazard typically avoided with a hefty gulp of a cool beverage. like the sangria, so neatly on display within arms' reach; a quick pour, a swallow, and tragedy's neatly sidestepped — wait. shit. what was it the sign had said? use caution in combining experimental edibles? just take a deep breath, park. in and out. in and out. in and —

goddamnit. now she's breathing literal fire. )


Well, that's — oops — something.

( how you doin' )
➤ wildcard
( tbh linda's going to spend 99% of her time in the tent, shamelessly meeting her cuddle quota with anyone who seems worth chatting up. but, you know, if you want something special or unique or whatever, let's make it happen! the usual chatting venues are here for you. #lazy )
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Armitage Hux | OTA

[personal profile] neutronium 2017-09-16 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Bar

[Hux should have probably done something at the festival, but instead, he had gone straight to the tent, intent on the bar. With a bit of charm (and a few dollars extra in tip), he was able to get the golden elixir in his whiskey. He knew that he should probably avoid any of those substances; he disliked not being in control in any way, and this was a quick way for him to feel that sort of thing slipping. But the truth was, he was struggling to make contact with people. He knew he was a colder sort, one that was more uptight than those who were more open. But he was trying. Hence he was here, drinking.

He was dressed in one of his suits agagain, his hair slicked back.

Once the warmth started to slide through him, he felt himself relaxing, more than willing to raise a glass and smile at a stranger. And at least look a bit less dangerous than before.]


Tent Area

[Hux is sitting on one of the large couches, looking actually a bit--relaxed, which is more than anyone might say about him before. He has another drink in his hand (again hit with the elixir), and a plate of the cinnamon cupcakes in front of him. He's eaten half of one, and actually has a bit of color to his cheeks now, because of it.

As someone who is rarely warm, he couldn't not choose the heat over the cold?

If someone sits next to him, he'll smile and pick up the plate of cupcakes, offering.]


Don't make me eat these alone. Come on, have one.
leaguer: (one hundred four.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
And here I was coming over here to tell you that you look hot.

( since sara was, Obviously, standing near the snack tables when she caught a glimpse of linda park in the flesh and found herself appreciating her view just past a tower full of itty bitty little cupcakes.

except then miss park breathed literal fire and sara can't not go over there, flop down on the couch next to linda, sling an arm over the back of it, hand grazing linda's shoulder.

shit gets weirder and weirder every day in this place. )


Way to take it to a whole new level.
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[personal profile] wingedpriestess 2017-09-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Small plate loaded with safe choices for now, Kendra saw Sara and essentially made a beeline towards her. ]

I come bearing tea sandwiches and petit fours a plenty. Mind if I join you?

[ She's still getting used to being in the city- still getting used to everything that happened just before she decided to take a little vacation away from it all. But she was grateful for the familiar faces she's found.

Sorry if you were waiting for someone to come snuggle up to you, Sara. Instead you get this still pretty heartbroken birb.]
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[personal profile] scovilles 2017-09-16 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
( sara's arm slips around her shoulders as if it's been there a million times before, and linda's head rolls back just as comfortably. she's trying to avoid the whole breathing literal fire into people's faces thing, okay, and letting that breath that's been burning into her throat out into the air above them is probably preferable to singing off sara's eyebrows.

because that would be a crime. they are great eyebrows. really expressive. linda's very into them. her. the whole thing.

definitely the whole sara lance package. especially that smirk, shot in her direction, like she knows just how apropos the whole on-fire concept really is. )


Well, between you and the fire, something's taken my breath away, so... ( she punctuates the sentence with a sound that's a bit between a cough and a laugh, and a small cloud of smoke tumbles out between her lips. ) Ditto?
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[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
( don't mess with sara's eyebrows or she'll get that tiny knife she has stashed on her person and fucking kill you, linda park. or not, because you're too beautiful to murder. )

You're lucky that was cute, because it was also terrible.

( said eyebrows lift at the expulsion of a puff of smoke escaping past linda's lips, like she's some douchey guy with a vape. thank god sara lance is a superhero, because an idea pops into her head and she decide's that she's going to save the day. with an affectionate squeeze to linda's shoulder — one she's probably done a thousand times, even if this linda doesn't know it — sara's quick to rise again, offers a quick, ) Hang on — I have an idea.

( potentially a terrible one, but she's gotta try. the white canary makes a beeline back to the snack tables, perfectly places three (3) chocolate spearmint cupcakes on a small plate, and she's back so quickly that she might be mistaken for the flash. instead of returning to the spot she'd just vacated, sara finds a newer, better spot: right on top of linda's lap, plate in hand. )

Now, I wasn't the best at chemistry in high school, or science in general, but — ( it's said as she pops one of those cupcakes into her mouth. ) — if this works the way I think it might, it should neutralize the whole smoking hot thing. ( and another cupcake. ) Or it'll make both of our faces explode, or something. ( a shrug, and then the last mini cupcake is quickly disposed of, swallowed with a refreshing, icy cool feeling. with a sharp inhale, sara realizes that it's like tiny ice crystals spread through her mouth, but it's not overwhelming, and doesn't linger for long — it's pleasant.

which is why sara doesn't hesitate before tipping her head so she can kiss linda, maybe concerned about her lips being singed in the process, but mostly just beyond ready to feel her lips against hers again, her arms loosely draping around her neck. )
leaguer: (twenty six.)

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Who am I to say no to free food and a pretty face?

( sara's more than pleased to see kendra, a familiar (and, yes, pretty) face amongst the mingled crowds of people she doesn't know yet. she's simply lounging on her small sofa like it's a goddamn throne, one leg crossed over the other and heeled boot idly swaying, taking a sip of her shimmery gold whiskey.

sara's alcohol tolerance is high — abnormally so, but whatever the hell that bartender slipped into this thing has sara's cheeks feeling a little warm, almost like she's buzzed. with an inviting beckon with her free hand, she insists, )
C'mere.
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▸ we're all in this together

[personal profile] acuerdo 2017-09-16 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[robbie's still not sure what to make of the togetherness tent or why there'd been a sign hanging from the front that had featured the image of a brown jersey cow and a rhode island red hen. but he'd promised kimberly that they would go as soon as the festival had been announced. so there he was, feeling maybe a little overdressed with the jacket, but if it makes kim a little more inclined to get together (moreso than normal) he's willing to sacrifice a little comfort for something better.

and hopefully something better can be found in at the snack bar. robbie's not sure that he particularly believes what the signs he's been carefully reviewing say, so he picks up one of the hot toddies from the red table, takes a healthy swig and nods appreciatively.]


Would you like a drink, babe?
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[personal profile] scovilles 2017-09-16 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
( she means to at least attempt to defend her stoner dude quip, to blame it on the literal burning between her lips or the thin wisps of smoke that escape with every exhale forced out through her nose, but sara's up and across the room before she can even swallow down that second cough. damn, she's fast. like, 'the flash could probably take notes' fast.

consider her impressed.

and when that weight finds itself settled square across linda's lap, warmth comfortably draped over dark denim, she really finds herself impressed. sure, it's a little on the forward side, and maybe worth quirking an eyebrow over in any other situation — but this place was called cuddle city, and this entire tent was dedicated to getting people more comfortable with each other, so who really was going to give a shit? not linda park, that's for sure.

lifting her chin up, she watches with unabashed pleasure as sara explains her rationale. more specifically, she watches as slim fingers make easy work of navigating sweet chocolate cupcakes between rosy lips, unable to quite resist the wish to be one of those dessert treats in a future life. it's a wish that doesn't exactly get granted, but she's also not complaining. especially not when sara's body leans in a little more snugly, mouth sloping over her own with the casual familiarity of a long-separated lover, warm and greedy and surprisingly affectionate in a way that linda doesn't really understand. not that it stops her from encouraging the touch, or from letting her own blissfully free hands lift to curve against the line of sara's jaw, a gesture that serves to both cup the other girl's face and tug her that much closer in the process.

that grip also means that, when air becomes a necessity, sara can't pull back too far. )


You're lucky that wasn't terrible, because you're pretty cute. ( a grin that's quickly lost in favor of a slow exhale, a murmured, ) Damn, Sara.
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▸ (she's got) hoes in different area codes

[personal profile] kelvins 2017-09-16 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[if there's anything that mick appreciates more than a party, it's a party with free flowing food items. he'd only heard rumors of these things in his time in eudio, so this is his first foray into anything with special incredible edibles. but he figures it can't all be too bad. it's no surprise that he's drawn to the bright red tablecloth, laughs at the heat puns, head shaking in disbelief. did they have snart help pick this shit out? seems right up his alley.

there's a plate of what looks like spicy mock pork "wings" which look like they'll hit the spot. don't mind if he does, he decides, taking the entire plate. mick shoves one of the boneless little nuggets of deliciousness in his mouth and then another as he meanders his way toward the blue table where... lo and behold is a very familiar face, fingers outstretched to grab at a few artfully iced cupcakes. he quirks an eyebrow in his best sara lance impression.]
Fancy meeting you here. How's your cupcake?
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[personal profile] wingedpriestess 2017-09-16 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kendra rolls her eyes playfully at the compliment- it's appreciated but she's definitely not feeling that. While it might not be the best idea to look for platonic company in an area of the festival that is decidedly not platonic, she doesn't think twice about joining her on the small sofa.

She sits down next to her with a laugh and holds out the plate.]


I see you're enjoying yourself here.
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[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
( the reciprocation of said kiss quickly eases away any leftover tension that liquid courage and frosty cupcakes hasn't managed to silence just yet, worries of rejection based on her forwardness, which sara knows was ballsy. but it's paid off and then some, linda's hands, familiar, cupping her jaw and pulling her in closer, sara's weight pressing linda against the back of the couch as she leans into her.

it's so, so nice to be able to kiss linda again that sara doesn't want to pull back, but unfortunately, air is a necessity. luckily, linda keeps her close.

maybe it's that, linda's willingness to hold her like this still, even without knowing her, that hits sara so hard. her eyes flutter shut, her head tipping down just a little bit, a wistful kind of smile flitting at the corners of her mouth at linda's rebuttal to her own words. but then linda says sara's name like that, and it's maybe even more overwhelming. it nearly takes her breath away, the realization of how much she's missed linda.

the icy lick of spearmint with each breath she takes feels kind of inconsequential right now. no, sara can only tilt her chin back up, meet linda's gaze briefly, and then she has to — has to — kiss her again, probably a little too needy and longing, her body pressing snug against the dark-haired girl's, chasing away that unexpected swell of emotion with physicality instead. )
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you're fired for that title

[personal profile] recoined 2017-09-16 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
( brown chicken, brown cow. kimberly had definitely gotten the joke, snickering behind her hand as they'd approached the tent, but explaining it had slipped her mind once they'd ventured inside. there were too many choices, too many possibilities of things and places to explore, that she hadn't been quite sure where to start.

luckily, robbie was more than willing to make that first choice for her, narrowing down their options to a singular table and then to something from it, offering her a cup of gently steaming something — though it looks like tea, the sharp scent tells her it's definitely not for all ages. not that the realization stops kimberly from taking the cup, or from matching his sip with one of her own.

as she swallows, she can't help but feel a little flushed, as if the room was a little overfull, too many bodies all in one place. she's glad she opted not to wear the jacket, but the long sleeves of her dress can only really be pushed up so far. )


Is it warm in here?
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[personal profile] scovilles 2017-09-16 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
( whatever emotions sara's battling, linda's happily left unaware. she's not a mind-reader, after all, just a girl from central city who bailed after a guy couldn't make up his mind about what he really wanted, who's here to have a good time and get what she wants out of the deal. granted, she had made a wish that things didn't have to end between them in order to get here, but so what? the city had been pretty damn clear that she didn't have to use her earned magical stone for said wish. she could use it for whatever she wanted, whenever she was ready to go back home.

not that she'd earned it yet. that was sort of the whole point of this tent thing, after all. togetherness. cuddling. getting intimate. racking up the points. whatever you wanted to call it, they were all here to accomplish the same goals.

speaking of goals, linda really, really wanted to accomplish hers, preferably without having to get her nailbeds dirty with potting soil or dish soap. so having this girl — sara lance, who was unreasonably hot, who was clearly capable of both talking the talk and walking the walk — show her with absolutely zero restraint exactly who and what she wanted... well, it was more than enough for linda to shove down any sort of questionable thoughts about her own vague wandering path in this place as far fucking down as humanly possible in favor of shoving other things (namely: her own tongue) down other places (namely: sara lance's throat). could anyone really blame her?

and, as if she's not #intoit already, sara pulls herself as flush as humanly possible, until it's all linda can do not to gasp into the other girl's mouth, breath pushed out of her lungs by the weight of the embrace. it's past wanting. there's desperation there, like sara hasn't been touched in far too long — not that linda really believes that, given how unreasonably fucking hot she is, but hey. if sara's in the mood to pray for release, who is she to deny her charity? )
leaguer: (one hundred seventy three.)

listen it's not a different area code he's just standing at a different fucking table

[personal profile] leaguer 2017-09-16 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
( mick rory, with a shitload of food from the red-stuff table? scandals abound in the city of cadelle. he is, however, quite a sight for sore eyes (as though she hasn't occasionally snuck, yet again, into the Literal California King Bed that her favorite pair of criminals stole during the earthquake), and his sara lance impression is pretty good. sara's mouth turns up into one of her practically trademarked Sara Lance Smirks™ at him as she pops said minty mini cupcake into her mouth.

wait for it. wait for it.

when she inhales, it's icy cool, all the way down her throat, and goosebumps course down bare arms. hmm. okay. that's interesting. )
Pretty cool. ( cool. good. grool?

it's enough to make sara eat another, easy enough since they're bite-sized. except she has to be a dick about it and lick the tiny swirl of icing off of it first, all slow and tantalizing and shit, before she stuffs the chocolate cake into her mouth, nonchalant as ever. )
I'd tell you to take a taste, but I don't know how well this would go with that.

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