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EVENT: PURE(-ISH) IMAGINATION

It's a great day for something new. As the sun climbs high in the sky on the morning of the first of October, Mayor Drake and her cohorts can be found standing in front of a particularly unimpressive-looking shop just outside of the university's scientific research wing. Should you happen to wander by, you'll have the pleasure of enjoying a first in Cadelle's recent history — a grand opening celebration! While the shop front itself is not much to write home about, the name alone implies what lies within is much more interesting.

METAMalt promises a wide variety of edible creations, ones sure to affect anyone who enjoys them. Yes, even you, new visitor with a metabolism enough for nearly a thousand tacos in one sitting. And yes, even you, strange new face with a penchant for chain-smoking to dull your senses. METAMalt's highly potent creations will be just right for those needing a little extra to get the job done.

Of course, those among you who find yourself leaning more on the side of statistically normal will appreciate the selection as well. Choose the neatly-labeled Standards and experience delicious, well-crafted drinks, sweets, and treats with no worries — the only side-effect you're likely to experience is a small hankering (some might call it a craving) for more. If you're feeling a bit braver, why not try the Enhanced options? While they're unlikely to cause any serious damage, you may find they offer a bit more than you were bargaining for...

▸ Vibrantly orange in color, The Emperor's New Brew tastes unsurprisingly of crisp, tart oranges with a hint of vanilla ice cream. It might remind you of a particularly refreshing summertime treat — and much like in the summer, less is certainly more when it comes to this brew. A warning statement is printed rather predominately on the label, as well, heeding potential drinkers to only enjoy this brew within the privacy of their own homes. Whether you choose to heed this warning or ignore it and take your first sip in the shop, each subsequent swallow will find the color draining from your clothes until they appear almost completely transparent... as if you're wearing nothing at all! The effects are (perhaps thankfully) short-lived, but who's to say you can't have more than one?

▸ METAMalt Lite's pale copper color might make it look a bit dull in comparison to its fellows on the shelf, but looks are often deceiving. With a floral aroma and a taste of freshly-picked raspberries, this particular brew might initially leave you wondering if you've perhaps picked up a bad batch. For the first few minutes, the only interesting side-effect is the fizz that lingers on your tongue and throat after each swallow, sharp and demanding; it's only when the clock strikes fifteen past that you'll find yourself feeling a little bit lighter. Look down, and you'll notice your feet slowly rising up, up, and away until you're (more than just a few) feet off the ground; test your limbs and you'll find you're practically weightless, as if gravity's been switched off only for you. Be careful, though — the effects only last a few hours, and what goes up must eventually come down!

▸ METAMalt Classic, with its faintly blue hue, is the flagship product of the shop, and the most prominently displayed. Designed with the recent crop of superpowered individuals in mind, this liquor is especially potent and highly concentrated. Unlike its first dozen or so incarnations during the testing phase, the finished product thankfully tastes less like pure rocket fuel and more like the fleeting memory of a good barrel-aged whiskey. While it's not particularly flavorful, a shot or two pairs well with a host of traditional mixers; if you heed the label's instructions, you'll enjoy a pleasant buzz regardless of your personal tolerance levels. Drink too much, and you might find yourself involuntarily taking a rather long nap... probably not anywhere too comfortable, either.

Beyond the allure of the glass beverages case and the neatly-arranged rows of pastry, snack bars, and other high-calorie and alternative-diet snacks, observant visitors may also notice a sign-up table near the back wall. Staffed by a rather uninterested looking woman in a lab coat, the table offers a selection of sign-up sheets for a variety of dates in the coming weeks, each described only by a particular color.

Should you ask more questions, you'll regrettably get no answers — "the details of each test will be revealed at that time," — and no real reassurance, either, beyond the simple fact that participants may opt out at any time. It's admittedly not a whole lot to go on, but maybe the promise of paid participation is enough to encourage you to sign up anyway.

▸ The gold test, scheduled for later in the afternoon on the very same day, has room for five ~~guinea pigs~~ participants. For those of you who were brave enough to attend the Energy Festival and request an extra-special drink from the bartenders, you may remember the small drops of golden liquid that were tipped into your cup. Attend the first test, and you'll have opportunity to be the first to experience the concentrated version of this liquor. The test itself is only an hour, but the effects are said to last twenty-four — just how lucky will you be?

▸ Held first thing Monday morning, the silver test has slots for up to ten early birds. In fact, it's so early that you might not have time to pick up your morning cup of joe before you swing by, but don't worry — you'll get plenty of caffeine when you try this new energy drink. While the can itself is traditionally silver, the stuff inside is anything but. Once you've taken that last fateful sip, you'll find yourself really ready to move — like, really ready. For the next few hours after the test concludes, once the staff has ensured your heart rate and blood pressure haven't skyrocketed too, you'll enjoy a period of extremely high productivity thanks to a burst of superspeed. Of course, if you already had superspeed, you might not be so lucky... maybe it's time for you to slow down for a change?

▸ Last but certainly not least, the bronze test — not to be missed and hopefully not to be forgotten, especially given its particularly late scheduling in the twilight hours of Friday night — has room for up to twenty-five eager, sober participants. The cup of chamomile tea offered to you is not exactly the most interesting drink in the world, but it tastes decent, and the follow-up questions posed by the researchers are fairly innocuous, if not completely unrelated to the flavor or other details of what you've drank. Strange as it may seem, for whatever reason, you feel particularly encouraged to be honest about said questions. Maybe you're just in a helpful mood. They are paying you, after all. Of course, being cooperative for monetary compensation is all well and good, but what about afterwards? For the next twenty-four hours, you'll find yourself compelled to continue that cooperative streak, agreeing to requests and answering honestly to anything that comes your way — however will you manage? Will you stay home, or will you venture to take advantage and learn a little more about your fellow participants in the process?

Feel free to come in, explore, and pick up a few treats (or maybe some tricks, too) while you're here. You never know what might happen!

Greetings, cuddlers, and welcome to October! As the start of our super spooky month of tricks and treats, we hope you enjoy this special event at our newest retail location, METAMalt. The shop is home to a variety of edible creations, from calorie-dense bars perfect for speedsters to synthetic blood in trendy flavors, as well as a selection of enhanced beers and liquors like the ones noted above.

Much like the treats offered during our Energy Festival, the Enhanced line of drinks and food will all have plentiful labels and signage available so characters can make informed decisions about their purchases and consumptions. Of course, not all characters are the "look before you leap" type, so whether your character abides or even notices said labels is up to you.

In regards to the testing sessions offered by METAMalt's research division, we'd like to remind you of a few important notes. Characters will be asked to sign a waiver, in which they release the testers and shop from any liability, and will be asked to arrive to the test fully sober and unaffected by any other influences. While they will know the color designation and scheduled time of their test in advance, they will not be given any information regarding what type of drink or the effects expected prior to the test itself. The effects are described for the benefits of our players, and should be a surprise to each character experiencing them.

As always, your mod team is here for you with answers to any questions you might have, whether related specifically to this event or the game in general. 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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RAISE YOUR HAND.

Any questions? We've (probably) got answers!

If there's anything we can answer about this event, whether it's specific to your unique plotting dreams or more of a general gameplay inquiry, please don't hesitate to let us know! We know there's a lot to see and do, and we're here for you to make this event one from your wildest dreams... or nightmares, if you're the easily frightened sort. Let us know, cuddlers!

— xoxo
The Cuddle City Mods

→ orange is tacky

[What a horrifying color, orange. So bright it hurt the eyes and to have it as the shade of his drink, unfortunate. He's at the grand opening of METAMalt and as far as these celebrations go, it's not completely distasteful or below him, and he's yet to speak with anyone so he can't complain about the company. Yet.

He barely reads the warnings, he doesn't have the time, so he doesn't notice that his clothing has begun to alter.

Charlie Hesketh, twenty-two, and so sure of himself, sputters when he catches sight of his reflection in display window glass and sees that he's, not naked exactly, but well on his way. He's staring, confusion marring his expression, but he realizes quickly enough that it's some trick of this place and that he can't let anyone notice that he's caught off guard. Turning to the nearest person, he raises a brow.]

See something you like?

[He places a hand on his hip, comfortable with his body so the fact that his clothes are see through don't bother him so much. It's all for show. Hopefully no one calls him out on it.]

→ god of athletes and sport

un:hermes
Charlie Hesketh, new arrival.
I'd like a training partner or two.
Preferably someone with expertise or a background in military.
Though that's a bonus not a necessity.
We'll be exercising - jogging, sparring, weaponry, three times a week.
If you're interested, list your qualifications.

→ wildcard

[Charlie is available for gen and anything shippy, m or f, and is kind of a snob so beware of that. Lmao. PM or message me at barebone to plot or tag away.]

→ the blue hue

[Credence knows by now to read the labels carefully so that he doesn't miss anything. The instructions are always there and he's missed them enough times to know that doing that again might leave him in a situation he doesn't really want to be in.

METAMalt Classic, a blue drink that had a flavor so strong that his first sip sent him into coughing spasms. It tasted of gasoline or something much worse and he stops after he's finished the shot. He quickly gets a pleasant hazy feeling, smiling hugely at anyone that so much as glances in his direction. He's never been drunk before and while he's not completely gone, it's close enough.

It's also enough that he feels a little bolder, inhibitions lowered, and the desire to strike up a conversation a lot stronger than normal. Credence reaches for a bag of sweets off one of the counters and angles it towards the person next to him.]

What do you think this tastes like? [He smiles sheepishly.] I'd buy it but I'm afraid I won't like it.

→ sad and mad

un:credence
Hello everyone, my name is Credence.
I've lived in Eudio before here and New York prior to that.
I was curious if everyone likes it here. More than where they were before.
Sometimes I miss the people back there.
Everyone I know has gone home. Do you believe there's a way to get them here again?
Thank you.

→ wildcard

[Credence is available for gen and anything shippy, m or f, and is more towards the shy end of the spectrum. PM or message me at barebone to plot or tag away.]

i. orange is the new naked, apparently

[Apparently, 'try this at home' is not an instruction that Vasquez paid much mind to when he had picked up and swigged back half of the vibrant orange drink. It had been nice, like oranges and vanilla, a treat that he had once in his life and only once, but is finding there are plenty of places here to try things that only the rich would indulge in at home. Besides, what kind of drink needs instructions?

His thirst might have been the problem, because with half of it gone, that's when Vasquez starts to notice that his clothes, the same linen shirt that's seen better days with its bloodstain (though it's been washed at least twice) and pants, along with everything under, starts to sort of fade away. Glancing down, he squints and wonders if he's maybe drunk or if this is really happening. Judging by some of the stares nearby, Vasquez has a very, very had feeling about this.]

This is not what I meant for tonight. [Moving his free hand over his private parts, Vasquez finds himself flushing high in his cheeks from mild embarrassment, though he can't help the amused chuff of laughter on his lips.] Though, not the first time I've been naked in a public gathering, but I was much drunker that time.

ii. prepare to pay

[Paid participation are two words that Vasquez could really use right about now, though he's not entirely sure what a study like this is. He's still getting used to aspects of the future and even though he thinks he has the little phones down pat, there are some things that he doesn't get. This? This is one of them. Why are people being paid to participate and why does the woman not really want to answer many of his questions?

Temper beginning to flare a little, Vasquez has to remind himself that it's not their fault that he comes from such a different time, but he just wants to know what the actual tests are, and 'details will be revealed at the time' is something that is willfully ignorant.]

I just want to know what it is!

[Shouting at the woman is probably not helpful, but his patience is snapping and he's about to recruit someone else into his madness. Glancing to the nearest person, he snaps to try and get their attention, gesturing for them to come over in case the woman doesn't understand him.] Will you ask her what the payment is for? She doesn't want to answer me.

iii. the wild (wild west) card

[Feel free to wildcard and have anything you like, I'm pretty open for everything, gen, guys, girls, anything you like for this tall drink. Shout at me at

lovelyambition]

i. classic tastes

[One of the first real downsides she'd found about about being a werecoyote is that you can't get drunk. Their healing works too fast and before the alcohol can really hit your system, it's already gone and you're feeling just as you were before. So when Malia hears that there's a drink that may manage to get around all that, she wanders down to check it out.

And since Malia has zero shame or self control, after she's managed to get herself drunk enough to lower her inhibitions even further, here come the drunk texts. The problem is, Malia doesn't know that many people, but clearly this is how she makes some new friends.

You probably don't want to know who she is actually trying to text for some of these. Pick one and have fun with it!]

1. Executive decision.... we are cuddling naked
2. i like that he makes me laugh. those are like my two favorite things. laughing and fucking.
3. Wanna go on a picnic? ... by picnic I mean wanna sit on a blanket and drink with me?
4. Do it!! We better have a duck by the time I get home.

ii. bronze star

[Since her drinking experiment went so well, and Malia has no fear - so she signs up for one of the optional trials. The bronze group is the one she gets shuffled into, and while she doesn't notice anything at first, she finds herself being super helpful on her way home. She's saving cats from trees, she's doing everything that's asked of her, and she's maybe being a bit to forthright with people.

While it's not the worst effect these things could have on her, it's just slightly out of character for Malia. But at least she's getting her good deeds for the day done.]

[ Thor was still getting the lay of this new land. While he was glad to find through Steve Rogers that most of his friends from Midguard were safe, it was still taking a little getting used to knowing that he was trapped. He had Mjolnir this time, so at least it wasn't like when he'd been exiled to Midguard.

And really, this wasn't exactly exile. Not if the city was truly capable of giving him his wish. Everyone here seemed friendly enough and it was perhaps a little exciting for the prince to have the opportunity to truly experience some of the more earthly pleasures in life.

METAMalt's opening was certainly one of those things. Especially when it promised such strong drinks. Thor did have a fondness for beer and most Midguardian liquor but it was hardly potent enough to have a genuine effect on the god.

His eyes lit up at seeing The Emperor's New Brew on the menu. Surely this was a worthy drink! Regardless of side effects, he couldn't get past the name. Everything else seemed mundane. And the colour was so bright. While he did indeed take note of the warning, Thor was not exactly known for his patience.

Besides, what did he have to be ashamed of? He was more than comfortable in his own skin. It seemed like a little harmless fun. He took the first sip in the store, and grinned at the taste. The rest would be consumed as he wandered through the city, still taking in the sights and making note of places he wanted to return to and explore further. ]

( ooc: behold a golden god! a naked thor who really is comfortable with his own body. he sees no issue in walking around with transparent clothing, so nor should you! this is more for fun, so please let him see your outrage... or encouragement. hit me up on

kindofabigdeal if there's anything you want to discuss. )

[ Try new things was Buffy's less than original motto while being in this place. She'd spent years complaining about never getting the chance while being the Slayer, so here she was making the most of freedom. Well, retirement. Freedom was still a shifting concept in this place.

She'd managed to use the motto to see her through the energy festival, asking those very nice bar tenders for that liquid gold encouragement while simultaneously trying to pick their brains over how to mix certain cocktails. She'd also escaped death by overly comfy tent couch, but now she needed to see it all through to the end. That's what the gold testing was about, right?

For better or worse the test really had only been an hour long, but Buffy couldn't deny she was still more than a little flushed by the time she walked out of METAMalt's doors. It was beginning to feel like that drink she'd had at the festival, only stronger. Her skin prickled with an energy she that badly wanted to work off.

Despite the fact that it was her night off from bar tending, and she was planning on at least picking up the orange juice for the mimosas she was bringing to her brunch with Robbie the next day, Buffy headed to The Deviant regardless. Well, after she'd changed into her red leather pants and best form fitting top. The Deviant reminded her of The Bronze in a lot of ways, and what better way to try and work through this hot flush than in a room full of seriously hot and sweaty bodies? ]

( ooc: if you don't want to dance with her at the deviant, more than happy to have you run into her somewhere else in town. remember there's a twenty-four hour block she's running on the gold stuff. hit me up at

kindofabigdeal if there's anything you want to work out. )

Edited (i need to read things several times while typing with a baby in my arms) 2017-10-02 03:35 (UTC)

[Not her first rodeo, but things like this do tend to fill her with a bit of anxiety. People from all over, and God only knows who she might bump into. There's always that worry of it being someone unpleasant. Still, she forces herself to go, knowing she'll need to mingle. Claire can often be found at the edges, scanning the faces of people checking out the shop.

Eventually, she decides to check out some of the concoctions herself. She's drawn to the METAMalt Classic, the blue drawing her in. She picks up the drink and examines the label.]

Really?

[A scoff. It can't be that potent, can it?]

▸ swimming in the liquor only half way through
[mick, bless his soul, never turns down the opportunity to try out a new drink (or three) and as any good bar owner will tell you, the most important thing to success is to offer up your patrons exactly what they're craving. he's had the conversation about superbooze more than once with more than one of his superfriends and specifically about the lackthereof with one mr. allen at least a few times since arriving here, hence his presence here at metamalt's grand opening. proper quality control is a requirement at criminales and all beverage offerings must be vetted by the only opinion that matters when it comes to booze at his bar: him. and while metamalt classic definitely isn't intended for people like him, mick's never been one to heed warning labels. double fisting a drink intended to get the likes of supergirl drunk is a smart idea, right? right?

he takes a sip, then another, savoring the crisp clean taste. it's not half bad, he decides after maybe a third of he bottle. but is the room spinning? maybe. after a few blinks, mick decides he needs to take a seat at a very conveniently soft booth. oh? was that a person? don't expect an apology. at least not right away. mick's a little preoccupied with important things like contemplating his own bar. a scratch of his head and he's murmuring out loud.]

Damn. Whatever cushioning they use for these booths, I'm gonna have to find out who supplies it. Maybe I'll have Skirt ask.

▸ wildcard
[just what it says on the tin. i'm available on plurk and discord (heatwave#1853)]

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▸ EVENT QUESTIONS.

Charlie Hesketh | ota

credence barebone | open

vasquez | ota

malia tate | ota