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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Baby | OTA
[ If there's one thing about the apron Baby was handed when he makes it to the soup kitchen, it's its accuracy. Baby's definitely no slouch in the kitchen, but he wouldn't call himself anything exceptional, either. Well, his pancakes are pretty stellar, but that's about it. So he doesn't protest as he puts on the apron and dons some gloves, helping out giving out food, and later, preparing bags for people to take home for later.
It feels good, to do something good, for someone else. Helps assuage the guilt and the feelings of selfishness he's been feeling since arriving in Cadelle; leaving people behind, doing this wish thing for others but mainly for himself, really. So helping out feels right, like this is what he's meant to do here.
He's doing it very enthusiastically, and when he's asked, he jumps at the chance of helping out hauling goods around. He's carrying a box of tinned beans, not looking ahead, earbuds firmly in his ears and music loud, when he bumps into someone. ]
Oh! Sorry!
two. light in the darkness
[ He didn't exactly give himself to time to decorate a lantern, but it doesn't really matter. All he does is write a names on the one he purchases, mom and dad and joseph and debbie and doc and darling, while in the car, parked at the beach. He sits there in his car for a while, just looking out at the people letting up lanterns into the night sky.
He takes a deep breath before walking out of the car and up along the beach, a little way away from the main crowd as he lights up the candle in his own lantern, Massive Attack playing in his ears. ]
I'm sorry, [ He says, more to himself than anyone around, as hot air fills up his lantern, carrying out the names of those he lost, those he hurt, those he left behind. ]
three. not quite camping
[ The tent setup is so completely foreign to Baby that he has to spend quite a while just walking around and looking at things, reading labels and making sure he's not going to be taking something that would leave him feel absolutely fucked. He's not one to lose control, and he doesn't want to regret anything.
Of course, he's hoping for someone in particular to show up. Someone that has grown very special to him in recent weeks, someone he can't spend enough time with. Someone he's definitely been wanting to get much, much closer to.
He fills up a plate with different little things from all tables, settling outside near the fire. When he finally dares, he goes for one of the spearmint cupcakes, immediately feeling like there's fingers carding through his hair, a soft, cool breeze that rises goosebumps all over, even though he's wearing his comfiest jumper.
Well. This is interesting. He shuffles a little closer to the fire, shivering - not really from the cold. ]
four. wildcard
[ Go for it!!!! If you wanna chat I am at
one.
She's got her head bowed over a box of cans of creamed corn, counting them off one by one, when someone bumps into her. ]
Oh--. No, yeah, it's okay. Don't worry about it.
[ She sees the big box he's carrying, and moves to help take it, thinking it must be heavy. ]
Are those beans? Those go over here.
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I'm good - didn't mean to disrupt whatever you were doing.
[ He knows where the box is going, but he nods anyway, putting it down on the designated pile. Patting the top of the box, he dusts off his apron, his smile a little crooked when he looks back at the girl. ]
You were at the beach party, weren't you?
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She smiles at his apron, but doesn't comment on it. ]
Yeah. I didn't really know anyone there, but... It was fun.
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[ He smiles; good. It's all he wanted, really, when he came up with this idea. For people to mingle, to have fun, for him to be able to give something back to the city.
His own night had been... pretty eventful, in good and bad ways both, and he can only hope he wasn't the only one that got to make the most of it.
He gestures to the stock room around them, and looks back at Jen. ]
Is this your whole day? Or do you plan on going to the festival later?
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I dunno. Isn't it just going to be full of people hooking up with each other?
[ And then, as though she feels she ought to explain, ] I have a boyfriend.
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I don't know, either. I've never been to one, ought to check it out, at the very least.
[ At her addendum, he raises an eyebrow, amused. ] Okay. [ He's pretty sure he wasn't coming on to her, and hopefully that's not why she's feeling the need to tell him. But then, he can't help but wonder: ]
Don't you think getting your wish fulfilled will take much longer if you're not willing to go down the intimacy route?
3. ya'll ready know what's comin
there's a myriad of lanterns lit, coupled with those spindling like golden stars up into the clouds from their makers below, and it's only once the crackling bits of fire dancing beneath an outdoor tent similar to it's larger siblings that she spots him, hair disheveled in that endearing way it usually is, the remnants of some treat lingering at his fingertips as he snuggles in on himself.
despite the temptation that lingered for just about any sort of delicacy when it was nearby, she opts to stay clean of any mind— or otherwise —altering dishes for the evening. as it stands, the moment she's got her sights set on baby, any taunting threads fastened about her limbs in attempts to draw her back to those miniature cupcakes diminishes in favor of something far more potent, far more inviting.
given the settling of fall around them, the evening called for something a little cozier, sneaking her way behind his figure, easily disguised by the soft chatter around them and the tiny snaps of the fire. it's only once she's close enough that she's kneeling down behind him, placing hands over each of his eyes with a playful hum, teeth sinking to her lips in order to keep back a snicker while she leans in, lips barely grazing his ear. ) You look like you're expecting someone, amante.
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It's a nice atmosphere, but Baby is starting to think that maybe, Isabelle isn't going to show - that this isn't really her kind of thing. Maybe he should just go, and visit Izzy's, instead of waiting here, hanging on some hope that she'll show.
And then she does, and the mere touch of her hands to his face make him shiver, the tingling suddenly exacerbated and he leans back immediately, seeking her heat as he tilts his head back and into hers, lips parting on a soft exhale. ]
Only you. [ He pulls off one of his earbuds, the ringing not increasing, like Isabelle's mere presence is keeping it at bay. And it might be the food, or the atmosphere, but he feels like he doesn't have to try and be smooth, right now - just honest. How much he wants Isabelle is no secret to either of them, and right now, he wants nothing more than to have her close. ] I may have tried some of the food. Got me a little chilly. Like I could do with a hug.
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Well I'd say I'm a lucky girl. ( she's never been possessive by nature, and she couldn't blame any other roaming set of eyes that may have settled on the boy throughout the evening when he'd sat on his own. that pout, a kind demeanor, it was difficult to resist, and she supposes everything she's felt for him, the way it's grown, is every bit a testament to that. she isn't shy to curl up to his side, lifting his arm to comfortably furl around her shoulder with a soft sigh.
just because she'd chosen to keep from indulging in the sweets doesn't mean she isn't curious to their affects. sorry, baby, she may have to study a bit more intimately. ) Chilly, desiring for hugs. What else do you feel? ( temple rests back against the edge of his shoulder, gaze turned up to study what bit of his features she can. )
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He breathes her in before speaking, the music in his ears quiet, faraway at this point, like the background soundtrack of a movie he loves. He takes his time to answer, savoring the feel of her against his side. ]
I feel... like your hands are running through my hair. Down my arms. I can see them here - [ He takes hold of one of them, wraps his larger hand around hers. ] - but it's like they're all over me instead.
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he isn't making it any easier, with the way he's talking to her, half-lidded in his gaze and words left weighted with his breath,
with want. it's not hard to recognize, not with the way it sends a familiar zing of a chill along her spine, each of her limbs, a electricity straight to her fingertips.
they'd been so good, but god, if his tone doesn't beg for her to be a little bad. ) Yeah?
( now she's just as breathy, just as subtle in her tone as it turns to something candy-like, almost kittenish. she laces an ankle through his, gently breaking from the way his hand shadows her own to mimic exactly what he's described— a slow card through his hair, reading every little reaction his body, his features illicit. ) Like this?
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He wants to kiss her so badly it makes him groan. He forces himself to shake it off a little, breathing slowly when he nods after she asks. ]
Yeah, yeah like that. And - over my arms, too. And my chest. [ Might as well try and push things a little. See where he gets. It looks like she's into it, so he's got to try. ]
how is everything with them so grossly intimate i can't deal
either way, it's becoming strikingly obvious the want that's flustered within her for him as time has passed. how tempted she'd been to bring her mouth to his while they stood on their own on the beach, hand in hers and at her waist in a paused daze of a dance, merely looking at one another. it hits her like a rush, how they hadn't gotten here before, how she's suppose to keep herself composed any longer now that they're tip toeing into untouched territory.
and it's all she can think of: touch.
she's situating herself in closer, cherry lips brushing along his jaw, giving him the freedom to close his eyes if he so wishes. those fingertips in his hair skirt down to the nape of his neck, down along it's column and to the front of his chest where htey curl, introducing the gentle tread of nails the lower they tread. slowly, thoughtfully. always. ) Tell me how it feels, Baby.
I'm going to be sick and I don't want it to ever end
It feels like you're driving me crazy. It's not even the food stuff, it's just - you, you know? I want to be around you all the time, and I want to touch you all the time. [ He pauses, clenching his jaw for a second. ] I've got goosebumps everywhere.
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she's settled in his lap, but she's careful not to apply too much pressure just yet, not to find home too heatedly against him because she knows herself better. knows as soon as he were to lift his hips, provide her that littlest bit of friction, the entirety of her would become a livewire. ) I know.
( an exhaled affirmation, because she does. and maybe it's all been tucked down, maybe they'd been pushing it aside in favor of getting to know one another properly, but it's here and now and it's all consuming. that he can make her feel all of this, intoxicated and so on edge without the slightest substance to boost that sensation... it's too much. )
You can touch me. ( still not a baiting so much as an assurance, an i trust you. )
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He doesn't let go until she tells him he can touch her, offers it up to him like nothing has ever been before - money and women and cars and adrenaline don't compare to her, now. The hand on her thigh moves up, the one of her waist moves down, until they both get a hold of her ass, feeling her under his palms, wishing there wasn't so much fabric between them.
He can't take it anymore. He can't, and he looks at Isabelle'a shoulder as he pants, his words thick in his mouth - he will still ask them, though.. ] I want to kiss you. Can I - can I kiss you?
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not when they weren't alone, not when it wasn't something that'd be just for the two of them. that grasp to her bottom almost reflexively causes her to fit right into the fold of his lap, now, denim against denim and a boundless heat flirting off one another. he asks if he can kiss her and she doesn't know how to properly voice just how much she wants him to, how much nor how long she's wanted this— as if a simple 'yes' would do it such injustice.
and so instead the shaky breath that dispels her lips is quieted with a swallow, able to taste the spearmint haunting his breath and the warring within his mind, just as similar to her own, that keeps him from merely taking what it is he wants. now her mouth's hovering just before his, one hand lifting to tread past his temple, into tousled strands once more and she nods. god, she nods and it's all she can do, an agonizing tug in her chest begging her to close that gap herself. )
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And now it's like all of this is exploding inside Baby's chest. He kisses Isabelle and he isn't sure he'all ever manage to stop, holding on tight to her, opening his mouth to hers, the kiss not as sweet as Baby can be, a little more urgency in his actions now, an unmistakable desire making him surge up against her.
God almighty. ]
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how many times she'd imagined it, never so had those imageries held this much hunger, thighs clasping at each side of him now as if she couldn't dare let him slip away, not once she's finally gotten him so close. not now that they'd given in to a mere ounce of having. he bows up from those cushions, and arm ravels in response around his neck to bring him upright with her, slotted perfectly into his lap and twine of her legs. she's bitten with the chill, like an after-affect waiting on his tongue to let over to her, and there's no part of her willing to pull away.
not yet.
a fraction of his name: whimpered, gasped, the mere break she allows to draw in a flushed breath before claiming his mouth again, reeling a single hand back to cradle firmly at his jaw. )
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But none of it is anything like this. None of it would come close to the truth, to the heat of her body and the taste of her tongue, the desire he feels in her hands and her gasps, the amazement he gets from putting his hands on her. Baby wants to treasure Isabelle, worship her in any and every way possible, and never stop. He would make it his job, his duty, his religion.
He tilts his chin just so when her hand comes up to his face, his own moving to pull her even closer as he straightens up on the seat. The chill is all but gone, replaced by a fire that burns just as brightly as the pit ahead of them. His other hand moves just slightly, up a few inches, until two fingers slip innocently into the waistband of her jeans and the rest just graze her skin, gasping into the kiss at the contact. ]
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not here.
but god if she can't appreciate how the span of his hands easily covers a cheek of her ass, explores so many inches of her with the slightest of grazes. it's not enough, but it's more than she's ever gotten, far past overwhelming and it's all so contradictory— that she wants more yet can hardly keep up with what he's giving her. a shaky breath, a messy part of lips that leaves them still gleaming and stumbling together, lashes closed as she takes a moment to let them steal one anothers breath, fingertips curling all the more snug at the edge of his jaw. )
I've thought about this. About you, Baby... I— ( speechless was not something she was often rendered, but all she can think is more. )
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You have? [ He's pretty sure how much he wants her can be seen from space, and has been this way for a while now. But Isabelle is more guarded, harder to read in a way someone who has been hurt a lot is, and Baby doesn't blame her one bit for it. He's been unable to tell if they were heading in this direction, albeit he hoped, or if they were just friends.
But here he is, and here they are. ]
I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met.
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I want you. ( it isn't singular in it's meaning; it's affectionate, it's needing, it's everything. everything she'd normally have such neat and prettied words to say, everything she'd otherwise have all figured out— but she can't, not right now with him hot and flush up against her, with those kisses so newly discovered just waiting to grant her more. a flex of digits' tug within his hair, a tiny noise akin to a keen escaping her, nudging their foreheads together and biting at his lower lip.
slow, sharp, pulling it backward only to let it release just as languidly. ) Kiss me.
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He groans when she bites at his lower lip, tugging just so before letting go, leaving it tingling with a rush of blood, making it hard to even breathe at all. ]
You wish is my command, [ he barely whispers before kissing her again, breathless and needy and urgent, his heart hammering in his chest, pressed against hers, his jeans too tight already, as his mind supplies thoughts and images of more, of Isabelle without her clothes on and the two of them without an audience. ]
i need izzy kissing icons, dis is blasphemy
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