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EVENT: SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!

I said, brr, it's cold out here! There must be some ~~Toros~~ snow in the atmosphere! In fact, there's a whole lot of snow. Ever since the energy festival, the fluffy stuff has been really coming down. It starts off casual — a few inches here, a few more there, maybe even a foot or so overnight, just right for a last minute festive snowman. But by the time the clock strikes midnight on the eve of the new year, what's started as just a few inches has quickly escalated to a few feet of deep, white powder.

On the morning of the new year, the city of Cadelle seems to be blanketed in a never-ending sea of cold, crisp white stuff. As far as the eye can see, the snow covers everything in its path, from treetops to sidewalks to the awnings of businesses dotting Main Street. The city's yet to pull out its snowplows and clear the path, so any last minute errands or adventures will require a little extra effort. Maybe it's best to just stay put? After all, sleeping in is practically a tradition in itself on New Year's Day — especially after a glass or two too many of the bubbly stuff!

For those that brave the elements, the morning flurries in the air might not seem too imposing. It's just another snowfall, surely no more than an inch or two at a time; while a warm coat and sturdy boots are recommended, the weather seems more casual than catastrophic. Of course, if anything's been proven in this city, it's that "too good to be true" definitely is. By mid-afternoon, the gentle breeze and its accompanying flurries is replaced by a sudden and surprise blizzard. The winds come in with a howl, thick with snow and ice that quickly piles up in front of doors and windows, blockading anyone inside and making it difficult — if not impossible — for anyone outside to get in.

Surprise, it's a blizzard, and you're snowed in... or maybe out. What will you do? While there's surely a million ways to beat the chill, consider the following:

▸ For the first few hours of the blizzard, things seem to be operating as normal — or, at the very least, as normal as can be in the middle of a sudden snowstorm. The power stays on, wi-fi stays strong, and you might even find the atmosphere inspiring a little cozy canoodling with a certain someone you know. You might even enjoy the soothing sounds of Cuddleflix in the background while you... what's the word? Chill? In any case, relax; we're sure it'll be all over soon.

▸ Of course, those who live a little further out from the Welcome District and its well-insulated city-run buildings may find that their private domiciles are less equipped for sudden snowstorms. Power might flicker here earlier, and being further out from the city's governed spaces might mean it'll take longer for restoration crews and their snowplows to get to you.

▸ If you've chosen to wander the city in the morning, will you choose to turn back at the first signs of inclement weather? You might choose instead to duck inside the first warm place you find — city staples like Deja Brew or the public library will wave in anyone they see in the streets once the winds pick up, and by mid-afternoon, many of those doors will stay shut. Anyone who's inside will just have to wait until things calm down before they'll be able to venture out on the streets — after all, it's no use going out just to be in the way of a snowplow or two!

▸Like any natural disaster, the city promises to do its best to resolve its citizens' concerns as quickly as possible. However, with so many people to care for and so few helpers to go around, things might not move as quickly as you might like. Or maybe you're impatient to help yourself. Do you make a plea for supplies, or perhaps volunteer yourself to search and rescue?

Whatever you do, inside or out, we hope you'll heed the city's warnings and stay safe — light a fire, pile on the blankets, and try not to open any windows if you can help it!

That's right, cuddlers, it's finally time for everyone's favorite winter trope — a good old-fashioned snow day! Characters may be snowed in at home, cozy and comfortable so long as the power stays on, or they might find themselves stuck outside in the elements. Worse still, maybe they're stuck inside... with somebody else, no doubt! (Maybe they're happy about it... but our money says they're probably not too thrilled.) Whatever you choose, and whatever you do, we hope you have a blast exploring the unexpected side effects of all that energy created during the festival. Maybe somebody should look into that...

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.

Stay cool, cuddlebugs, and we'll see ya around!

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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 not. Let us know, cuddlers!

— xoxo
The Cuddle City Mods

just to clarify because celebrating the new year and feeding everyone waffles is important - should the waffle party on new year's day involve the blizzard and would all characters therefore be stranded at thor's apartment?

Since the blizzard — and therefore being snowed in — is optional, we would recommend that Thor's waffle party be held earlier in the day. This will allow players to choose whether their characters leave promptly and therefore get to their destinations safely, or if they linger and therefore wind up snowed in with the God of Thunder himself.

Let us know if you need any further clarification! ♥

( as vaguely hungover as kimberly feels from a night in of new years' eve revelry, waking up to the crisp white of gentle snowfall isn't the worst way to start the year. it's cold, sure, but she's remembered to leave the window closed this time around, so all the snow stays snugly on the other side of the wall. unfortunately, her bed companion doesn't quite follow suit — by the time the soles of her feet make contact with the floor, robbie's long gone, presumably to get in some work on a project car before the garage gets too busy with post-holidays appointments.

not that a morning to herself is really such a bad thing. quite the opposite, in fact; she's all too happy to take advantage of a leisurely morning at home, lingering over a warm cup of coffee — or, perhaps more accurately, coffee flavored milk — on the couch with clary and simba, flipping through glossy magazines and gossiping about their collective circles of friends and acquaintances, those that have come and gone and those that have stayed.

it's only when the winds begin to howl that kimberly begins to feel a little concerned. her phone hasn't buzzed, there's been no return arrival, and a quick text to baby confirms he hasn't made it back to their apartment yet either. her mind begins to shift from relaxed to aware, and when the first heavy brush of snow whacks against the door, waiting patiently just isn't an option anymore. )

I'll be right back. ( a bit of an empty promise, but one made all the same as kimberly heads out into the slowly building storm, scarf and coat and gloves wrapped tight. she's confident. she can do this. she knows the path from her house to the garage like the back of her hand.

at least she thinks she does.

it's a little different when the street is coated in white and the wind is thick with snow, and all the usual landmarks are camouflaged by the storm. by the time she's been out for half an hour, she's no closer to finding the garage — and therefore, the object of her search — than she was when she left... and, perhaps worse, she's no closer to finding her way back home either.

which might explain the text that goes out around mid-day, surprisingly not filled with emoji: )

... do you know where i am? because i do not.

( naturally, the attachment is super helpful. on opposite day. )

Edited (i suck at html obviously ) 2018-01-02 23:21 (UTC)

[ tomas isn't typically a social media guy. he hadn't grown up having internet at home and the switch from normal phones to smart ones had been one he'd taken reluctantly and only after a lot of cajoling from his sister. so in the city he doesn't comment to the network often but he does check it a couple of times a day, just to make sure he hasn't missed any important news.

he's out of bed and halfway through getting dressed a moment after he reads kimberly's message. he's looked out the window, it's freezing, visibility is close to zero and if she's lost already odds are she'll get even more lost.

he knows where kimberly lives, so he figures he has a good shot at finding her if he starts there. ]

if you can get indoors do that immediately. where you at home? which direction you walked and for how long? i'll find you.

[ he's never been caught outside in a blizzard but chicago is cold and he's given his nephew survival lessons for long enough now that he knows what to do. (going outside is not on the survival lessons list, but hey there's a kid outside and he has the power of god ~~and anime~~ on his side. ]

( she really hadn't meant to text senor jesus. she'll have to blame cold fingers and poor visibility for the misfire, but what's been sent is sent and she can't exactly decline well-intentioned help. especially not when she's stranded in the middle of who knows where. )

i thought i was headed towards the garage
but i've been walking for at least half an hour and i'm fucking freezing

if there's a street light or something you can see, go there. i'm on my way.

[ he has a fully charged phone, a lantern, and a backpack with water and hot tea. surely he can find kimberly and everything will be okay.

he makes it to the pink house with almost no problem and all his fingers intact and then tracks towards the garage, flashback on and calling kimberly's name. not that calling out is very effective, what with the blizzard and all. ]

( oh. yeah. a street light. because she can totally tell what anything is when the world is literally COATED IN WHITE. this is garbage. )

i don't know if it's a tree or a street light or a very slim tall dude
but i'm going for it

( update: it's apparently a lamp post. what kind of christmas movie joke is this??? )

[ if he keeps screaming he's gonna end up voiceless, so walking down the street and walking from lamp post to lamp post might be the best option. he has a lantern! maybe kimberly will spot it. ]

found the house, found the garage, found a potential slim tall dude. not the same tall dude you found but it feels like progress. stay where you are, i'll find ur tall dude. still doing ok?

[ he should have worn goggles. this was a terrible idea, when will jesus take the wheel? ]

( pray for her, please. seriously, pray for her. she's going to die out here because this crazy man in a frock wants to come find her with his sixth sense. what a horrible way to go. )

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT'S COLD

( so... no??? not doing so good. )

[ it takes a good ten minutes but eventually!!! There is a light, followed by a normal-looking figure with a backpack who also looks like he's freezing. he looks immediately relieved when he sees her, thank god no one's freezing today.

talking is hard in the middle of a blizzard so he's just gonna wrap an arm around him very firmly and try to lead her back into the house. pls dont hit him. ]

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kimberly hart ❆ open.

why r u like this

she's a teenage dream ok.

sure she is

don't be rude

priests cant be rude its umpossible

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