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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( 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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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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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. )
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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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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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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? )
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sara licks into linda's mouth as they kiss, tongue sliding against hers, teeth practically clacking together once or twice from sara's sheer overenthusiasm. she just can't help herself, though, can't help the desperation she feels for one linda park right now, and just thinking about it sends chills coursing down her bare arms — or maybe that's just the frosty aphrodisiacs talking, or maybe it's all of the above.
there's a sound from the back of her throat pressed against the corner of linda's mouth as she takes a second to breathe, a whined groan, her thighs squeezing against linda's. i missed you, sara almost says, but instead, her lips are drawn into a tight line; linda doesn't know, she has to remind herself. )
sobs, probably.
it's a little bit more than she bargained for. by the time they pull apart, sara is pulsing against her, legs hot as they squeeze around her own, and it's all linda can do to catch her own breath, head rolling back against the couch. ) Goddamn, ( she echoes again, a groan of satisfaction in it even as her voice gives way to low, heady exhales. )
You kiss all the girls like that, or was that the chocolate talking?
( casual? #nailingit )
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every single nerve ending in her body seems to tingle with a need for more, a wave of desire rolling fresh through her. the air feels thick, makes it hard for sara to do any more than pant softly to herself, staring at linda, feeling a little dumbfounded.
the question gives sara pause, even with the joking tone linda tries to cover it with. yeah, sure, it was the cupcakes. except it definitely wan't; sara thinks she would've done the same even if she was stone cold sober. ) Not alll the girls, ( she tries, even though it sounds stupid when it comes out of her mouth. ) Only the ones that make it impossible not to get carried away.
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( it's a strange thing, feeling both overwhelmed and somehow comforted by the warmth of sara's body, the weight of it heavy against her lap, balanced by the sturdiness of the couch back behind her. getting carried away isn't necessarily something she's opposed to — she's always been comfortable chasing her own pleasure, confident in the things she likes and her drive to get them. i hate slow, she'd drawled out once in recent memory, shirtless and straddling a man on his adoptive father's couch.
clearly couches were becoming a cliche. a mental note to consider alternative venues in the future.
but for all her willingness to continue down this path of reckless abandonment — and don't get her wrong, there's a lot of willingness involved; full and enthusiastic consent is her modus operandi — linda has to wonder how this sort of thing happens. the lingering effects of the dessert sara had bit into had left her feeling a bit chilled, like that first sensation of biting into particularly well-flavored spearmint gum only magnified, but it hadn't stayed long, and it certainly hadn't changed anything beyond her temperature.
the way sara had pressed against her, the greedy, desperate way sara's mouth had taken her own — thinking about it pulls a warm flush to linda's cheeks despite the chill from the cupcakes, drags a wave of desire that makes her entire lower body feel tight from wanting.
clearly she hasn't gotten laid enough in recent memory. it's probably just withdrawal symptoms. absence makes the girl more desperate, or something like it.
they're still for a moment, just the sounds of their breathing mingling with the background noise of the party as conversations swell and fall around them, until linda lets her eyes open again, gaze lifting to peer up at sara with a quiet, thoughtful expression. )
You don't have to blame the cupcakes. I'm not complaining.
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this isn't something she knows how to deal with. time aberrations? she'll fight her ass off until things are set back to normal. keeping timelines in tact? a struggle to learn, still difficult to manage, but feasible. none of this is about time, though, for once in sara's life.
if sara told linda about eudio, let each part of it fall in a tipsy jumble past her lips, about sex shops and mimosas and holding hands and laying naked and tangled under sheets and laughing about it and all of the dumb boys they'd decided to have one night stands with — well, the world wouldn't stop spinning. universes wouldn't splinter. time wouldn't break.
but linda might think that sara's batshit crazy. or, probably worse, she might feel burdened by some nonexistent expectations on sara's part which — isn't a thing. she knows that this isn't the same linda as in eudio; hell, she's been through this shit more times than she'd ever care to admit. she's used to this disappointment, this feeling of wanting things to go back to how they were in another universe but knowing that it wouldn't be fair.
doesn't make it any less shitty. though practically ever fiber of her being screams at her to stay here, go further, enjoy all of these ridiculous sensations and this goddamn gorgeous girl, sara knows better. instead, she cups linda's jaw again, lays another one of those stupidly tender kisses against her mouth, and extricates herself from her spot on linda's lap. ) Call me some time, okay?
( and, just like that, sara's gone, drifting off to who the hell knows where. )