#( event 002 . )

[hellonexrth]

002. kaya & theo event: laurie & hope's wedding reception @hntershunted

Putting on a brave face ended up being much easier than the hellhound, now tribrid, thought. After Ingrid turned her, she'd thrown herself into party planning, making sure that the wedding reception was absolutely perfect for her best friend and her new husband. She still couldn't believe that Hope was actually married. Meanwhile, she and Theo hadn't even had the talk yet, despite having spent an astounding amount of time together. But despite her confident exterior, her nerves often got to her, and she didn't want to assume anything about her relationship to him.

Especially since she'd yet to tell him the big news. It just felt odd to have to come out and say it. How would she even go about that? Like, hey, sorry, forgot to mention, but I'm a vampire now because my best friend force-fed me her blood and then killed me. No, that was ridiculous, and it sounded crazy to even think, she couldn't imagine how it would sound said out loud. Despite trying her best not to think about it, some of the negative thoughts still nagged at the base of her skull, and she spent a good deal of effort trying to push them back down. Trying not to feel anything. Especially since she didn't want to ruin this moment for her friends.

So, she flitted around the party in a tight red dress with a corset top and puffy off the shoulder sleeves, looking hot but feeling more stressed than ever. Channeling all of those negative emotions into making sure the space looked perfect. When people started to arrive, she moved like a blur to the entrance, looking over the shoulder of the vampire they'd paid to check invites, making certain he was doing his job. There, she spotted Theo, specifically uninvited from party setup as a way to distance herself, to keep from having to tell him anything. But there he was, looking as handsome as ever, and Kaya couldn't help but step in his direction, pulling him toward her so she could throw her arms over his shoulders. She offered him a wide smile, "Long time no see. So nice of you to make an appearance, Mr. Salvatore." She paused, then said "How was that? Very professional welcoming party of me, right?" with a wiggle of her brows.

[cardinalhq]

EVENT 02; HALLOWEEN FRIGHT NIGHT

Get ready for a frightfully fun night at the annual Cardinal Hill Halloween Fright Night! This year, we’re transforming our charming town into a haunted haven filled with thrilling activities and spine-chilling excitement for all ages. Prepare for an evening of ghostly glee! The festivities kick off in the heart of our town, where the vibrant autumn colors will set the stage for a truly memorable celebration. From the moment you arrive, the air will be filled with the sounds of laughter and music, creating a lively atmosphere that embodies the spirit of Halloween. Whether you’re dressed as a classic monster or a whimsical character, you’ll find yourself immersed in a community that celebrates creativity and fun. As twilight descends, the Town Hall transformed into a Haunted House will come alive with eerie sights and sounds. Venture inside, if you dare, and encounter spine-tingling surprises at every turn. This fan-favorite attraction promises to send shivers down your spine while providing plenty of laughs along the way. Don’t forget to bring your best costume for our exciting Costume Competition! With categories such as scariest, funniest, and most creative costumes, there’s an opportunity for everyone to shine. Make sure to register in the town square before the competition begins, as fabulous prizes await the most imaginative participants! The evening wouldn’t be complete without our beloved Trick-or-Treat Trail, where local businesses will be handing out sweet treats to all the little goblins and ghouls. It’s a fantastic way for families to explore our vibrant community while collecting goodies to fill their candy bags. Whether you’re a long time resident or new to town, we invite you to come together for an unforgettable Halloween celebration. Bring your family, friends, and creativity to enjoy the festive atmosphere and create lasting memories. Find more information under the cut!

Time: 4 - 11pm.

Date: 10/31/90.

Location: Town Square.

OOC information -

Similarly to the Pumpkin Palooza, the Halloween event is an annual event that has run for generations; locals will definitely be aware of most of the ins and outs of the event (though town officials always try to bring something new to it each year.

Characters are encouraged to dress up - whether or not they're entering the costume competition. Writers are encouraged to make visuals or posts reflecting their costumes!

Event interactions may begin immediately! As usual, event interactions are also encouraged to continue after the event's conclusion so that writers can finish threads.

Further event information -

In order to help with your interactions and knowledge of the event, here's some more examples of what residents can expect at the event.

Haunted House: Enter the eerie Haunted House inside of a transformed Town Hall, open from 5PM to 10PM.

Costume Competition: Show off your best Halloween attire and compete for prizes! Registration starts at 4PM in the town square.

Trick-or-Treat Trail: Kids can collect treats from local businesses from 5PM to 7PM - perfect for filling those candy bags! Trick or treating outside of this trail can also be done throughout the neighborhood.

Live Entertainment: Enjoy spooky tunes from local bands on a decorated Songbird Stage.

Pumpkin Carving Contest: Missed out on showing off your skills at the Pumpkin Palooza? Here's your chance at redemption. Winners will be announced before the costume competition!

Family-Friendly Activities: Face painting, hayrides, games, and a ghost story session await the little ones!

Food Vendors: Local establishments have set up stalls with spooky themed menus for the event, in case you fancy more than candy.

Please reach out if you have any additional questions!

[jasonmacavoy]

JASON MACAVOY || OCTOBERAVE

Keeping it simple as always, Jason wears a plain white tee, dark wash denim jeans, and his Tims along with his favorite chain and marlboros. He goes to the rave with @dilansahin.

[devouredxmuses]

who: ingrid & kaya ( @hellonexrth ) !where: at the very start of hope & laurie's wedding reception !

ever since ingrid ran off from kaya did she regret that choice. the red head wished that if she couldn't have been strong enough to fight off the control of her mind, that she had been strong enough to stay. to stay by her best friend's side after she had changed her life for eternity. instead she'd cowardly scurried off overcome with sheer disgust and disappointment in herself. yes that stranger had violated her by slipping into her mind and forcing her to turn kaya, but the hellhound had been the real victim. the one who was changed at every level by ingrid's actions.

even with the overwhelming joy she felt for her sister and now brother in law, ingrid needed to make amends with the lockwood. how could she put on a happy face ( even if she felt it ) while the rift between her and her best friend was so large. after the pair had been artfully dodging each other while planning this party, ingrid couldn't take it any longer. with the worry and anxiety that festered in her chest, ingrid sought out the brunette.

" kaya, " she says softly now standing before the other girl. words almost always failed her, but they couldn't now. there was a lump stuck in her throat that barred anything from leaving. there were somehow still too many people around. instinctively, her fingers grasp the other's wrist as she gently tugs them away from prying eyes. " kaya i'm sorry, " she murmurs as the tears she was trying to hold from falling rimmed her eyes. " for all of it, obviously. but mostly for leaving you, because i was in control then. i should have stayed. i wanted to stay, but i couldn't and i'm so fucking sorry. if you hate me i get it, i really do. but i love you so much, and i just, i want to make sure you're okay. " her words were rushed and rambled as her thoughts never left her mouth ceremoniously. it hadn't been too long since it happened, but the fracture she felt between the pair of them was enough to suffocate her.

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: LIVINIA CRANE & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: LOUNGE, TRIBUTE TOWER ᴡʜᴇɴ: MORNING, TRAINING

Growing up the way she did, Livinia was used to having eyes on her. Her mother had taken it upon herself to train her only daughter on the appropriate way to act when in public – and, try as she might, the lessons had never left her. So, we find Livinia stalking through the tribute tower with her back straight, arms by her side, and a gentle, inviting smile on her lips. She is the picture of cordiality, even if she carries the venom of a viper on her pearly white teeth.

There is still quite some time before the games officially kick off – and the rumour mill swirls with possibilities about the trials the arena might hold. Some, of course, are more accurate than others. If anybody has put together that CTN always seems to have the latest information about the games before anybody else, with the fact that the CEO's daughter happens to be a senior gamemaker – they know better than to say anything. And, as long as CTN continues to spout whatever rhetoric President Snow requests, then his government seems content to let the Cranes do what they want.

The two weeks that Livinia spent in the tribute tower each year were among her favourite. For one thing, she was able to throw herself wholly into her work ( save for the parties and events dispersed before and after the games that her mother would force her to attend ). For another, it granted her a certain amount of freedom to do what she wanted, when she wanted. Away from the disapproving stares of her mother, the constant need to please her father, and suffocating presence of her husband. Here, she was Livinia Crane, recognised for her mind and her prowess as a gamemaker. Not as Livinia Crane – the beautiful, vapid daughter of a billionaire.

She finds herself seated in one of the lounges during a rare moment of quiet – a book in her hands and concentration etched into her features. If anybody notices that it's a book about business strategy ( which, she reasons, is hardly different to the strategy she has needed to employ in her role here ), they would do well not to mention it. She is only disturbed by her peace when somebody sits directly opposite her, despite there surely having been somewhere else they could have chosen. She doesn't look up to address them. "Was there not somewhere else you could have sat down? I'm not in the mood for signing autographs or selling secrets."

[rosewmu]

Feeling pretty in pink! Thanks @elliottgilbert-wmu for such an amazing night! #ringwald #goodfriends #prettyinpink

[prongedwords]

an open starter for anyone interested! what: hogsmede's hallow's eve fair @noxstarters

In one of the booths to the back of the Three Broomsticks, James Potter sat over a mixed drink that smelled pungently of pumpkin spice. It was a direct contrast to the way he was dressed that evening, but no amount of costuming would change his drink preference towards something where he could taste the alcohol. Looking around the room, he noticed a vial above a cauldron used for mixing and instinctively ducked his head. Just as he did so, someone slid into the seat opposite him and the vial was added to the cauldron. Immediately, a small thoomp went off and a cloud of noxious gray smoke rose into the air, filling the popular venue with the smell of dung. "Oops," James smirked at the person across from him. "They weren't meant to find that vial until later this evening. Should we get out of here?"

[aparecium-rp]

APPLEBY ARROWS v. BALLYCASTLE BATS CHARITY MATCH pt. 2/2

The crowd burst into cheers as the Ballycastle Bats seeker caught the snitch, ending the match with a score of 250, beating out the Appleby Arrows.

The excitement quickly turned to fear, as spells began flying through the air, the stands crumbling around as people scrambled to exit the stadium. No one knows for certain who threw the hex that started the battle, but witnesses swear they saw Marlene McKinnon get into a heated argument only seconds before the stands began falling.

Many people were able to make it out safe and sound, but many people chose to stay to help protect innocent bystanders and attempt to de-escalate the situation that very quickly got out of hand. Hours passed and eventually, the battle fizzled out, leaving a few injured, but no deaths reported.

All of the OOC info you need will be under the cut!

Hello everybody!

This is the second half of the Quidditch Charity match event! A fun-filled event ending in tragedy. For this part, you are more than welcome to post starters either during the battle or after, and this may be referenced in future threads as well. 

If you do wish to post a starter during the battle, please get those up before February 10th!

[xogiada]

GIADA D'AMIANO || OCTOBERAVE

Giada digs out her vintage Versace corset from her clubbing days. She styles it with a pair of high waisted trousers, pumps, and snake belt that was custom made for her by a certain someone. Giada is escorted by her fellow councilmen @jordangallo.

[ronniextorres]

RONNIE TORRES || OCTOBERAVE

Ronnie sports a pair of red leather lace up pants and top, strappy pumps, and a pair of her signature gold hoops. Date: TBA though she never has any problem riding solo.

[bxllatrix]

“I only call you darling because what I actually want to say is too vulgar.” She glares at him, not even bothering to hide a smidge of her ire. There was nobody around, and even if there were, she dares them to make any sort of judgement about her marriage. To the public, her and Rodolphus showed a flawlessly united front. It wasn’t much different from their actual lives -- they had a kinship she doubts she’d find with anyone else.

Still, she can’t fucking stand him ninety nine percent of the damned time. No one had to know she'd much rather eat him for dinner than she would cook him a meal. That's what they had house elves for anyway, even if they were ugly, vile creatures. No uglier than a child of Lucius bloody Malfoy would be. Pointy and pale. She only hopes for the bloodlines sake it takes after Narcissa, in both personality and looks.

She flips her hair over her shoulder prettily, her neck suddenly poised to feel his breath as he speaks lowly to her. Her mouth falls open slightly, a flush coating her collarbones. Her body was a murderous, unforgiving traitor. She hated when he had the upper hand. Disturbed, she deflects. "That's good, considering you rarely make me laugh." She bites her lip, watching his sly smile like a piranha smelling blood. "Speaking of foreplay, Dolohov was telling me all about creating the perfect corpse earlier, the incorrigible flirt." She shifts closer to him. "If you take me home, I can demonstrate." She smiles sweetly. "On you, of course."

“I love it when you call me darling,” Rodolphus chuckled knowing it would drive her mad. Bellatrix was such fun at social events. He knew she played the part well. Better than him definitely. He had a hard time displaying any fake emotions. That was clear at the altar he was sure — though he actually did try for some unknown reason. But trying didn’t mean success. Success for Rodolphus was doing the Dark Lord’s bidding. This frilly wedding was the complete opposite of what he deemed worth his time. Alas, being pureblood he had to be there. He could learn a thing or two from his wife but he didn’t want to. He was perfectly content being unabashedly himself. It was a reminder to others who he actually was and not to get on his bad side.

He leaned in and whispered into Bellatrix’s ear, “That laugh was horrendous. You should practice. Or not. I like you without the laughter.” He stepped back. “I would never deny you foreplay, my dear wife,” he looked her up and down as she bit into the strawberry. “This is more like it,” he commented with a sly smile. Bellatrix may have not cared much about marriage — neither did Rodolphus — but he was lucky in marriage. They say love kills and that’s exactly what they did best together.

“Oh, fantastic event, I must admit,” he rolled his eyes. “But make no mistake. They will be too busy with a child to do anything worthwhile. We’ll still be the best pairing. Always.”

[matildascamander]

where: abraxas malfoy’s birthday ball when: january 6ᵗʰ status: open

Balls weren’t really Matilda’s thing. Or any other social event for that matter. After the Christmas fair fiasco and overall complications, she wanted to have skipped. But her boss was very specific of their participation, also to clear the air with everything that had happened during the fair. So she sucked up her pride and the fact she still felt horrible for her poor animals, she cleaned up nicely, put on a dress and got her overpriced ticket for Abraxa’s ball.

Mingling was the worst part, greeting folks here and there, Ministry workers especially. Really, she just wanted a drink. So she headed to the bar, ordering herself giggling water and a martini. That ought to give her the confidence. She took the shot all at once, a loud giggle coming out as a courage books.

“If that doesn’t do it... I don’t know what will.”

[kimsuyeon]

prompt one - idol and era seulgi during 28 reasons era for anon

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: LIVINIA CRANE & AUGUSTUS CRANE ( @cfcannons ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: PRESIDENT SNOW'S MANSION ᴡʜᴇɴ: THE TRIBUTE BALL

While some people might be uncomfortable with lavish parties or large crowds, this was, unfortunately, where Livinia shone. It was both a blessing and a curse of her upbringing – that she knew exactly what to say and not to say, how to stand and smile, how to be perfectly presentable. Of course, within the first fifteen minutes of her arrival, her darling mother had made a point of criticising her outfit and belittling her work – though this was hardly a surprise. And, as if that wasn't bad enough – she catches sight of her sibling's handiwork on Dante's face not long after the training scores are presented, which causes an anxious knot to form in her gut.

She's no idiot – unlike some of the ignorant partygoers, Livinia understood exactly what Augustus was trying to achieve with the plum hues, and she was sure that she couldn't be the only one. She manages to find them quickly, grabbing them by the arm and pulling them to the side to hiss in their ear. "I noticed Dante's makeup," She says, "I was just wondering if you were always this stupid, or if tonight was more of a one-off occasion. So I can be prepared."

[bxllatrix]

“I’d want to go out by fire,” she says after a moment of thought. “Uncontrollable, wild. I can’t think of anything more humiliating than being shot down by an Avada.” She wrinkles her nose, disgusted at the mere thought. Any sort of death brought on by another would not be good enough for Bellatrix Lestrange. It would be a weakness – it would embarrass her entire family line, being put down like one would a hunted animal. How distasteful. No, Bella wouldn't be found dead like that, nor would she be caught dead strangling another man. That would be unfaithful to her doting husband.

"It's not the 1800s," she says, rolling her eyes. "Women don't fall over themselves from exertion. She smirks. “I’d give you thirty seconds before my beloved hits you with a slicing hex. Blood red does go so well with wedding white." Bella crosses her legs and arms, forgoing her pureblood etiquette for a bit of comfort. Still, she feels her governess's hex tingling on her fingers like an unmourned ghost. Stubborn, she keeps her arms closed anyway.

She feels a twitch of interest at his words, having dabbled in a lot of mind work herself. It was always intriguing for her, the way other people did it, peeling back the layers of a mind until it is nothing but white light. "I could make room in my drowning schedule for a demonstration, if you'd like to turn your theoretical work into something a bit more practical."

"Dignity in death, dignity of remains, the corpse I leave is the last thing I'm worried about, though I guess strangled or smothered would be less painful that only matters if you're aiming for making a death mask or an open casket. I plan for my death to have more action when it's time, though being smothered by a beautiful woman wouldn't be the worst way to die if you're offering. Though I must warn you either would take a while an unfortunate product of strict training." He knew that wasn't the type of hungry he saw in her eyes, but it just made the taunting sweeter. "Don't worry, your drink isn't poisoned, you would have felt it or I would have taken you away to dance and die by now, passed it off as over exertion, the poor dear wasn't used to dancing you see, pushed herself to accept a dance with a friend, like you might try to sell that I was a weak swimmer." He thought a moment going back to the topic of ways to die. "Anything magical or too mundane would likely be simple and make for an ugly and thoroughly lifeless corpse. Only beautiful in its complete destruction. Sometimes it's better to take a stronger subject and make them weak ply their mind or body and watch it wither and shape to what you want then leave them. I wish I could tell you more, but my latest work is only theoretical. Though I will say part of being a good duelist and someone bent on my own survival is not being afraid at the taking of a life. Perhaps an over relishing of destruction is one of the few vices I allow myself a bit of truly pleasant chaos." He allowed a bit of the inner thoughts to peek beyond the mask, but only for a moment.

[kyufeed]

prompt one - idol and era scoups during left and right era for anon