This just in: water is wet. You already knew that, though, didn't you? So smart, so wise — and yet, here you are, in a city that's somehow managed to displace an entire group of people with one tiny drop of a shovel. One might assume that flooding a set of recently inhabited buildings and stopping a brand new construction project would be enough damage done for one accidental swing of a shovel, but you know what they say about making assumptions. The fact is, there's always more to the story... and it has been raining quite a bit lately. In fact, it's been raining nonstop for the past few days.
If you've been wondering why, wonder no longer. At precisely noon, a chime can be heard all around the city. Its tinny vibrations are impossible to miss, and those who have been around the block might recognize it from a long-ago treasure hunt — it's an all-call, a broadcast sent simultaneously over local television & radio stations as well as citizens' personal CuddlePhones, containing a message from Volunteer Coordinators Flora & Cornelius.
Like your favorite weather reporters, they've come out to the center of the action to report live on the recent happenings within the city — most notably the curiously shimmering rainfall and its potential impact on those who are exposed to it. It's Flora who delivers the bulk of the message, clearly reading off of a teleprompter in her slight twang, and looking quite confused by the entire ordeal. Also, she's drenched, the rain pouring down on her which she tries desperately to smile through, undeterred.
"The city's scientific community, after much research, has concluded that the pipes affected by the — er, puncture under the building site were filled with water typically filtered by the Energem. Due to the recent, totally innocuous, tooootally nothing to be concerned about fissure — oopsie-daisy, I wasn't supposed to say that — it appears that some of the Energem's magic has also leeched into the water during the fil-ter-ing pro-cess.
While the flooding has now thankfully subsided and the standing water has receded back into the underground reservoirs, it appears the affected water has at least partially been absorbed into the atmosphere, where it is being released in particularly ... enthusiastic rain showers. The rain itself seems to be affecting those who come into contact with it, making them less resistant to unfiltered communication or confessions. Did y'all know that I'm not a natural blonde? It's true! Ahem. Anyways! The current hy-po-thesis, while not yet confirmed by the city administration — well that's silly, we're the city administration! — is the Energem's intention to foster intimate connections has imbued the rain with, um, encouraging properties."
Finally done, Flora offers an friendly, reassuring smile. A voice can be heard clearly from behind the camera, male, and most definitely Cornelius: "Good job, darling! Except you sounded terrible. — I mean! I didn't mean that! I don't know why I said that. Hey, Flora? Do you think we maybe should've brought umbrellas before we —" And then the feed cuts off abruptly. Huh. What did she say about a fissure again? Could that have been a result of the recent earthquake?
Before anyone has too much time to overthink, the chime once again echoes out into the city. This time, it's a text bulletin from an account simply named THE CITY OF CADELLE. Fancy.
The city administration and local scientific community have advised that it may be in your best interest to remain indoor until this weather pattern subsides.
Naturally, such an advisory might make it difficult to attempt moving back in to the recently re-opened Welcome District, so hotel accommodations will be extended for the time being. In addition, complimentary umbrellas, raincoats, wellies, and galoshes will be available for pick-up at City Hall, should you have a need to venture out in this weather.
What will you do? Among the many, there are a few options to consider:
▸ You could decide to continue on, business as usual. It's just rain, isn't it? A little water never hurt anyone, and besides, you've got nothing to hide. If the Energem wants honesty, well, by golly, that's what it's going to get.
▸ You might prefer to be prepared — gather your umbrella and your wellies and trudge on, soldier. Try as you might to stay dry, a few drops might hit you here and there, but you're not panicked. You shower, you brush your teeth; what's a few raindrops on top of that?
▸ You might want to investigate! Collect samples of rainwater, and try your best not to be exposed to it too much in the process. The University's chemistry and life sciences departments are paying handsomely for well-preserved samples of this unique weather event, and while you'll have to battle the elements to get there, the monetary reward might be worth it for you. Or the satisfaction of contributing to scientific exploration, if that's more your thing. Either way!
▸ You may, however, not want a thing to do with it. Stay home — or in your new home-away-from-home, if that's where you're at — and more importantly, stay dry.
The city hopes that all of its citizens do try their best to stay dry and therefore unaffected by any unintended effects of this quite unseasonal rainfall.
Isn't this fun? Characters splashing about in shining, shimmering splendor puddles, getting soaked to the bone with magical rain that makes people want to spill all their secrets? Or perhaps avoiding it all by staying inside with a warm cup of hot chocolate and their favorite book. Of course, it's one thing to have rain that makes you truthful... but quite another to assume the rain just disappears. Any fourth grader will tell you that's not quite how things work.
You see, there's this fancy thing called the water cycle, where rainfall finds its way into groundwater sources, which are then filtered and utilized for city water supplies, which then feeds into all sorts of water-dependent utilities inside. Places like a shower, or perhaps a sink where people brush their teeth, or the tap water used to make coffee in the morning or to boil on the stove... the sky is the metaphorical limit here.
Feel free to get creative — maybe your character doesn't want to heed the city's warning, and continues on business as usual. Maybe they've already been exposed to enough rainwater to feel particularly chatty. Maybe they hole themselves up inside their room, but continued exposure to water via their daily two-hour bath or excessive showering habits (hey, we're not judging, maybe they're part mermaid) has lent its magic anyway.
Of course, you always have the ability to opt-out of any event, including this one. While the rain's effects are certainly encouraging, no one is ever forced to tell the truth — resistance might give someone a bit of a headache, or a queasy stomach, but characters will not drop dead or find themselves grievously ill unless you particularly want them to! (Please don't kill your character.)
Citizens may also respond to Flora and Cornelius's network post! Yes, it's true, we've got Cuddle City NPCs out and ready for action at long last. While they may wait until they return to the office to respond, feel free to speak with them via text, video, or audio and they'll be happy to chat. Simply respond to THIS COMMENT for a little interaction from Cuddle City's favorite (and only) Volunteer Representatives!
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 fun out there — good, old fashioned, honest fun! |
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isabelle lightwood, shadowhunters. ota!
▸ two.
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( surprise, surprise, guess who's also leaving sucker punch? rene, obviously, considering he basically lives there. he exits a bit less gracefully, moreso bursting out of the front doors and practically jogging to catch up with her.
he hadn't seen her during his daily training regimen — not during lifting weights, not during core exercises, not during his standard round of beating the shit out of his chosen punching bag — but that's probably because of the indeterminate time he'd lost in the locker room shower afterwards. it was the kind of shower a person can lose themselves completely in, water so hot that it scalds as it rushes over his skin, steam fogging up his brain, finding comfort in the discomfort of it all.
all he'd needed was a glimpse of the swish of her long ponytail as she exited the gym to know it was isabelle.
it's only once rene catches up to her and catches his breath that he acknowledges the rain, looks up at the sky with a furrowed brow. so much for that long ass shower he just took; wild dog's currently more wet dog than anything. )
Some weather. ( which, if he had his phone turned on — and if it were maybe shoved somewhere else rather than somewhere in the bottom of the gym bag slung over his shoulder, he'd already know about. )
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a snicker, more or less swallowed by the chorus of the rain now falling around them. it wasn't angered to the point where it created a burden in making him out, now that he was closer, but slowly bit by bit she could feel the slight chill of the water soaking into her sports bra, matching shorts now both darker in hue. ) I never minded a little rain.
( a little would be a vast understatement- really she's lost track of how many days it's been, now, but that seems to be a common theme with or without the gloom of weather. ) There was some kind of broadcast sent to our phones. To stay inside? ( tone suggests she isn't aware of exactly why the city's suggested such a thing, but he doesn't seem to hold any form of panic, either. an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, doesn't it? )
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trini's missed out on the very important news that the rain's coming down aren't exactly typical. if she had, perhaps she'd have reconsidered a trek out into this seemingly neverending drizzle. maybe she'd have grabbed a takeout menu from her stack at home and ordered in to have herself a merry little movie marathon. but no, she'd ventured outside.
she's rounding the corner, head nodding along to the sounds of her current workout playlist — loud and angry to some but surprisingly soothing to her — when she bumps shoulders with someone heading the other direction. trini rubs away the stinging sensation as she stops right in the middle of the sidewalk.
never one to be afraid to speak her mind, she grumbles out her frustration with the passerby.]
Hey! What's the big idea?
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gym bag is kept in a perch over her shoulder, jostled a little as is her frame when she's met with the collision of a frame just a bit more petite than hers, breath taken from the bed of her lungs in a rather aggressive pull. it's more rattling than anything, tugging her from that dizzied layer of consciousness and back to the crispness of the present. an apology gathers at the heart of her tongue, yet it's withheld as reflex is interrupted by a rather mouthy snap from the girl now countering her, earbuds in place and scowl ridden along features.
a tuft of her own brows, smiling a little despite the brash comment. always too kind, isabelle. ) It's a bad habit, running with your head down.
Not that I imagine there's many threats in a place like this.
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He knocks on the door lightly, one, two, three, with one knuckle and little strength behind it. For a moment, he wonders if one day he'll have a key to this place, or if it's all pointless, and then he shakes the feeling. This is not why he's here.
He's here, because he got caught in a downpour, and he stood there under the rain, head tilted to it, the rapid fire of the drops making his eyes close, and he thought, there and then, I love her.
He reaches down for his iPod, clicking the wheel a few times until the right song starts playing in his ears. A raindrop rolls down his nose as he knocks again, just to let Isabelle know she didn't dream the noise the first time around, just in case. ]
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it fades, if only slightly, as she takes in his state-clothes clung to his lean figure, raindrops dripping from the tip of his nose, stumbling across plush lips as if in begging to be kissed. ) Hey, Baby. ( a term of adoration and a name all in one, clicking her tongue and stepping forward to take his hand, all to tug him inside with her. )
You're going to catch a cold. Didn't you get the broadcast? ( she'd caught the end of it on her way out of the gym, but hadn't exactly considered that standing beneath that shower put her in the same position. )
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derek hale • ota
STAYING IN
staying in
But in this hotel? Well, she had to 'slum it' with DVDs and Blu-Ray (she was sure Xander would have appreciated the later more than she did. Honestly, was there really a difference?). Not that she really minded. Anything was a step up from the well-worn VHS tapes of ice-skating movies she'd had back in Sunnydale.
She'd also seen the warnings of the rain, knew the dangers in venturing out to the ocean, so she was forced to wander around. Vasquez had been braver than she. She was happy to wait until her shifts started at The Deviant. God only knew how things were going to go once she and Faith were both doused with truth water.
But she couldn't exactly avoid a shower, and she didn't want to avoid water or coffee. So she just hoped for the best. At least this way it might mean she controlled her ability to talk way too much. Right? She had to think like Vasquez and just limit her words. It wasn't like she knew another language well enough to go down that route.
She paused on one of her laps of the hotel as she came across Derek, nose scrunched in thought. Did she dare offer company? "Hey, mind if I interrupt the deep thoughts?"
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...the hell was that about?
His expression sours with the confusion of the confession, however mild, he'd given unwittingly. Derek clears his throat. "I mean, sure. Go for it."
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business as usual
And the thing is - the feeling isn't something that she is unused to, but sometimes, it tends to surface at the most inopportune times. She'd only just begun getting used to the idea of maybe having found a home and - and ... some weird, cobbled-together little bunch of people that she could call friends or more and ...
Then, she'd woken up here, alone again, naturally.
It would figure that on the day she finally decides to get out and do a little exploration, the sky opens and the rain pours down, soaking her to the bone in minutes. It would figure that in the midst of her annoyance and in an attempt to see again, since her hair is plastered to her face and it's taking some effort to wipe it away, she barrels right into something or someone, forcing her to take a few unbalanced steps backward.
"What next?", she practically growled, at nothing and nobody in particular, except maybe Cadelle itself, her expression dark. "Are you enjoying torturing me?"
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scott mccall | ota.
it's after the dog is dried off and put away that scott finally has a chance to dry himself off again. to get changed and collect his things from his locker. hoodie on and (borrowed) rain mac in place, he finally has the opportunity to check his phone. and that's when he sees it. when he finally discovers--
...ah.
one horrifying admission of how deep his concerns lie for a certain werecoyote who could very well be trapped out there in this (no it isn't puppy love, stop calling it that, mrs murphy) and a goodbye later, and scott is finally out of the door. and hating every moment of it. if he's honest (which is a little harder to contend with than normal right now) he knows that he should really just head back to the hotel and lock himself in his room. if all of this is true, there's a lot he really shouldn't be talking to anybody about right now. hiding what he is, hiding what he's thinking about each time he talks to one of the (far too attractive) people in this city is hard enough as it is. having that barrier weakened is only going to make it that much harder.
which is why, when he marches his way from the shelter and to the grocery store, he keeps his head down. why his lips are pressed tightly closed and his earbuds are in. with the music up loud, it's easier to ignore the people around him.
or at least it would be if--]
...people really need to wash their hands after they jerk off.
[...because it stinks. and...he really didn't mean to say that out loud. or, later in the grocery store--]
Chocolates won't work, so...maybe steak?
[or later still--]
Seriously. How are they all so hot?!
[ooc: i'm currently still on holiday right now, so don't expect any replies until the end of the month. just a heads up.]
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After she gets dressed and makes her way across town, she starts to notice how forthcoming people are being. And how she's being a little more blunt than usual. And that she's saying things she normally wouldn't say at all. And that's when she starts to panic. Normally Malia isn't a girl with that many secrets - she thinks it, she says it, that is her way - but she's currently harboring a fairly large secret from Scott. One that she's pretty sure he's gonna hate her for.
(It's a dumb reason to hate her, and maybe a Malia once upon a time, would have told him as much, but Malia once upon a time isn't Malia now, who has so many unsaid things to say to Scott, and now of all times isn't the time to spill them.)
So she books it home, hoping that she might make it there without running into him but low and behold, blocking the entrance to the stairs is Scott McCall, in all his puppy faced glory, and while she tries to be casual, she fails and says the blunt thing instead:]
I can't talk to you right now.
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a million years later...
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vasquez | ota
[The trouble that Vasquez has with the future is that too often, he doesn't pay attention to things like his phone or the technology or the ditzy woman on the news who talks about things. So when he sees water, he sees water. He's heading to work and there's a rain that seems to seep into his skin. By the time he reaches the shooting range, his sweater is wet, he's blowing his nose, and his hair is tamped down.
When one of the girls at the front desk notes that he looks terrible, he doesn't hesitate.]
Maybe I look bad, but you still look hungover from yesterday. Not a good picture, with the makeup.
[It's not exactly how he usually speaks to people. It's not completely out of the ordinary, but usually he's not so honest unless she's drinking. She huffs and storms off (probably for a drink, he's noticed her habits), but she does take the time to throw a towel at Vasquez, smacking him dead in the face. He pries it from her and starts to dry himself off, easing it away to find someone new standing in the foyer.]
Here for a lesson?
ii. the best word in the english (or other) language
[It's not been a good day.
Somehow, after being soaked up in the rain, he'd found out that it made you tell the truth, put out your heart and soul and honesty for everyone to see. For a while, Vasquez had paid the price, babbling at the gun range to anyone who would listen about his past troubles and what he'd done, little secrets, and even stupid little personal preferences that he doesn't like to share.
After a bad shift, he wanted a drink very much, and it's when the bartender asks him a pointed question about how his day has been that Vasquez thinks that he's got a loophole.]
Ha sido terrible,.
[He maligns his luck in Spanish and sounds miserable for it, thinking that he might be telling the truth, but now, less people will know it. The bartender gives him a funny look, but sets his tequila on the rocks down in front of him, which Vasquez is pleased to see. When he sees a shadow looming, he scowls into the drink, not sure he wants to deal with this.]
It's not a good time.
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And that? She found herself telling people, instead of keeping it to herself as she usually would. Which led to arguments, hurt feelings, and even almost a fistfight, at some point.
Really, Claire is done with today, and she wants - and deserves - a drink, and so she goes and get one. When she finds herself sitting next to Vasquez, it's not even on purpose, because she isn't much in the mood, either. But she orders a Lagavulin and sits, ignoring his complaining as she replies in Spanish. ]
I'm not even here to talk to you, Vasquez. Just want a drink.
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kimberly hart • see prompts.
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As if the temporary change of location hadn't been disruptive enough, now there were rainstorms to worry about. And it wasn't as though Jyn hadn't found herself in worse situations, she was just frustrated, because of course she'd get caught in a storm on the day that she'd finally decided to get out and do something, even if all that entailed was walking around Cadelle in an attempt to get her bearings.
So now, thanks to the sudden shower, Jyn found herself soaking to the bone. Which was absolutely perfect. She'd just have to cut her self-guided tour short for the time being, head back to the hotel, and get dry.
Her plans would have to wait for another day entirely. She huffed out a frustrated breath as she pushed sodden hair out of her eyes, and muttered under her breath - "What else could go wrong?"
ii;; staying in
Jyn had woken up to the sound of rain pattering against the window of her hotel room, somewhat disappointed that the tentative plans she'd made to finally get out and explore had to be put on hold. She wasn't interested in getting soaked, after all, and it wasn't like she had an umbrella or even a poncho among her meager belongings ... most of which were still located in an apartment she wasn't even staying in at the moment.
She'd just have to stay in, again. With a sigh, she flopped back on the (still too) comfortable bed and held her CuddlePhone aloft, considering.
Eventually ...
Text ; UN: stardust
is anyone in the vicinity of the central suites?
Jyn was bored. Maybe she'd get lucky and find someone to be bored with. A girl could hope.
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Grimacing, he turns to find a somewhat familiar face, though maybe not entirely with the hair the way it is. "Sorry," he says, brusque but sincere enough. "I wasn't exactly looking where I was going." Irritably, he curses the plaid, awful trousers that had made him nearly use his lasso on someone, but who goes out in public willfully looking so awful? Also, why is this rain making him so loose with his opinions?
That's something even more to worry about.
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kate galloway. closed to will.
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kate is, of course, adamant about going to work either way because who cares about that stupid fucking rain, but that's okay. he can lay on her couch all day like a kid who faked sick to stay home from school, a blanket lazily strewn over him as he watches the price is right and other winning daytime tv shows.
when that telltale sound of keys in the lock and the creak of the door opening hits his ears, will's sitting up in a heartbeat, dopey smile on his face as her fingers card through his hair as she passes behind him. shower. shower. right, okay, he can do that. just like he can yank his faded t-shirt over his head and leave it discarded on the floor in the living room somewhere as will trails behind kate like a lost puppy dog.
there's a lazy smile, an equally lazy brush of lips against pink hair, and: ) Hi.
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jace herondale; ota
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Halfway to Deja Brew though it started to rain and the blonde was soaked by the time she made it. She had managed to hold an umbrella for all of five minutes but the stupid thing had blown inside out and she'd tossed it in the nearest trash can. With a huff and trying to shake off some of the water like a dog, she pushed her way into the cafe.
It was only after she was holding her coffee that she noticed Jace, and she smiled as she came over to him, even as she kept pushing her wet hair back. ]
Hey, what could have been. [ Goddamn this rain. ] Still hot and broody? We really need to find an excuse to go ice-skating again.
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are you dead?
i haven't seen you sprawled out on my couch in days, must be a new record
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