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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sara lance, ota af.
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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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( 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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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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sara scoots herself so she's facing kendra, legs still crossed, bumping the other girl's knee with the toe of her boot.
without missing a beat, she responds, ) I see you're not enjoying yourself here.
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▸ (she's got) hoes in different area codes
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?
listen it's not a different area code he's just standing at a different fucking table
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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as to be expected, his eyes bug out at the icy breath. despite the chill that comes with the inhales and exhales of her breath, mick can't really describe it as anything other than hot.
he finishes the rest of his pile of wings, licking the remnants of the sticky sauce from his fingers complete with audible pop.
is it warmer or something? he breathes in and out through his nose, puffs of smoke filling the air between them as he does.]
If you talk to our favorite cold loving friend, he'd tell you it says something about the duality of man or some pretentious shit that rich people say.
Fire and ice probably go together like ebony and ivory. I like the contrast.
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( it's a valid question, probably more suited for the more scientific-minded members of their team, but sara might be down to experiment.
... wink. her tongue wets her lips, leaves a path of icy tingles in its wake that's almost-annoyingly persistent. ) Since our aforementioned favorite cold loving friend isn't here right now, I guess it's only right that I'm his stand-in. Except maybe with less puns. Hope that's not a deal breaker.
i.
His mother, his grandmother, sitting while he peered at them, wondering why they needed blankets when it was so warm. Now, he's been standing and staring for too long, the woman looking at him like he's going to stay. Who knows? Maybe he is. It's been a very strange night, why not make it stranger? Eyes drawn to the way she spins them, he finds himself jealous and wanting to try, but he subdues that, paying attention to her words. ]
What sort of choice do you need to make? Isn't it just yarn?
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well, that, or this guy is completely zoned out, lost in a place and time far, far away from the here and now. he looks like he's from a place and time far, far away, what with his outfit, the hat perched on top of his head looking like it simply demands to be there.
a slow smile makes its way across her face, and sara replies very matter-of-factly: ) To us, yeah, it's just yarn. But to the kids who are getting the blankets and quilts we're making, it's something that might brighten up an otherwise terrible day. ( and she gestures to the bin of rolled up bundles of yarn, looking up at him expectantly. ) Here, help me get started. You pick a color, and I'll pick one that I think goes with it.
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If it's that important, then I guess I have to take this seriously too.
[ Reaching into the box, he finds a burgundy bolt of yarn, tossing it in the air as he flips it a few times and hands the bundle out to her. ]
Lady's choice, now.
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the bundle of yarn is easily caught by sara with her free hand, shuffled into the other hand that's still holding the knitting needles. it isn't long before she extracts a marigold yellow, deep and beautiful, to complement the burgundy.
her head tips towards him and sara says, looking expectantly at him, ) Alright, Cowboy. Number three's all you — and you better be careful, 'cause this could make or break the whole thing.
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part i.
she'd returned the knitting needles and yarn but had picked up instead a sewing needle and thread and that is what finds her almost entirely buried under a quilt like she is ready for bed, making tiny, precise little stitches as she closes up the two sides of the finished quilt. she might suck at knitting but she doesn't even seem to be paying attention to her careful stitches, watching the can sorting with mild interest.
sewing her ribbons on to point shoes for all those years pays off. ]
Do you think they are sorting by meal?
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it would make sense, if they decided to sort cans by meal. but there's a breath of laughter, and sara adds, ) But everything they do here seems to be ass-backwards so they've probably got some cutesy, nonsensical system going on.
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Alphabetized by country of origin, perhaps.
[ that's the most absurd thing she could think of off the top of her head. ]
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Nah, think about this: organized by color. For those neurotic enough to care about things like complimentary colors and tertiary colors and all that other stuff we learned in junior high art class that we never used again until this exact moment.
( what a concept. )
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the girls who ho together, go together
She collapsed down next to Sara a while ago, chatting away about nothing in particular for a while - and isn't that in and of itself a surprise - before the other woman shoves a cupcake in her mouth and Kate's brow raises, lips curled in amusement. )
Tryin' for that scene from Lady and the Tramp?
my hero
so, obviously, being the stealthy, ninja-like former assassin that she is, sara just tries to shove one into kate's mouth while she's talking and, when it doesn't work, shoves it into her own mouth instead. that's fine, more tingly chocolatey minty goodness for sara, as a pleasant iciness creeps through her veins, makes her want to seek out something — no, definitely someone to warm her up. )
Nah. Think if we tried kissing over a cupcake, it'd just end up messy and maybe be a choking hazard.
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So, for now, she goes with the flow, watching Sara finish off another cupcake before she shrugs and leans over, grabbing one from the plate and popping it in her mouth.
She's not a big sweets person, but sure. Why not. )
Prob'ly right.
( And, because she's an asshole, Kate's still propping herself up with an arm, leaning over Sara with a smirk on her face. The cold tingles in her fingertips as she brushes a loose piece of hair out of the other woman's face.
Well. Challenge... something-ed. )
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hard to say, but sara doesn't really care either way; the touch, light and casual, feels like invitation enough for sara to lean in and kiss equally-pink lips, not shy in the least about the way her own lips part through said kiss, a hand reaching to curl into kate's shirt.
who needs to, like, even know a person's name before kissing them? not sara lance after a few cupcakes, that's for damn sure. )
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ho ho ho
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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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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