#* event / 001 .

[wingardiumfm]

it’s  the  thirty-first  of  october.  the  air  is  getting  chillier  and  the  shopkeepers  in  hogsmeade  are  finishing  up  on  the  final  touches  of  decorations  for  the  yearly  samhain  festival.  it’s  the  one  day  of  the  year  where  hogwarts  students  are  allowed  out  past  curfew  to  observe  and  celebrate  the  old  traditional  ways.  families  from  all  over  the  country  and  the  various  hamlets  travel  to  hogsmeade  to  celebrate  the  end  of  the  harvest  season  into  the  beginning  of  winter. 

hogsmeade samhain festival — october 31st, 1978 at sunset to november 1st, 1978 at dawn.

welcome to wingardiumfm ! we are officially open for interactions now with our very first event. enjoy the atmosphere, the food, the games, and the crafts that come with the hogsmeade samhain festival of 1978 ! your characters have ultimate freedom on their choices during this event whether they’re there to celebrate samhain, work a booth or activity, enjoy the festival themselves, or visit with family.

please be sure to reply to any open starter you see made on the dash/linked in the discord and include everyone in any closed starters you choose to write. and most importantly, have fun !

this event will last from DECEMBER 31st  to JANUARY 6TH .

list of activities happening during the samhain festival !

bonfire — a fire lit in hogsmeade's main courtyard to mark the beginning of samhain ceremonies.

wandlight parade — a magical procession through the village where wizards and witches use their wands to create glowing, spectral designs that represent the spirits of the season.

divination booths — skilled seers offer palm readings, crystal ball gazing, and tarot card sessions for festival-goers.

pumpkin carving contest — a magical twist on pumpkin carving, where participants enchant their pumpkins to sing, dance, or tell spooky stories.

haunted hayride — a ride through the forbidden forest, complete with ghostly apparitions, enchanted creatures, and eerie effects.

ancestor's lanterns release — attendees write messages to departed loved ones on enchanted lanterns, which float up and disappear into the sky, symbolizing the thinning veil between the worlds.

potion-making demonstrations — hosted by the current potions professor at hogwarts, professor slughorn, attendees learn how to brew seasonal potions like warming drafts or dream elixirs.

ghost story circle — ghosts like nearly headless nick, the fat friar, and moaning myrtle share chilling tales from the past. held in the three broomsticks.

dumb supper — a traditional, silent feast with magical foods like flame-roasted meats & floating pastries where empty chairs are left out for deceased loved ones.

mask-making workshop — participants craft enchanted masks that change expressions or react to the wearer’s emotions, inspired by ancient samhain disguises to ward off spirits.

thestral night flight — brave attendees can take a ride on thestrals, gaining a glimpse of the magical creatures said to connect the living and the dead.

hogwarts frog choir performance — the frog choir performs haunting songs with enchanted instruments and harmonies that invoke the mystical spirit of samhain.

cursed artifact exhibition — a special display in zonko's, featuring dark magical artifacts with explanations of their lore and legends.

magical market stalls — shops and local artisans sell samhain-themed wares, from enchanted trinkets to seasonal candies like pumpkin pasties and fizzing whizzbees with a spooky twist.

ghost duel reenactments — hogwarts spirits recreate famous wizard duels from history in a dramatic, magical performance in the courtyard.

fireworks — a magical fireworks show at the end of the festival, featuring spells that light up the sky with seasonal symbols like runes, pumpkins, and glowing spirits.

[ofiends]

Open! Location: Liddell Hippodrome

Yelena wasn't great at this sorta thing. At caring.

Crowds and music and flashy wealth never sat right with her. It was all a bit much. A bit too in her face. A bit too chastising. She thought back to the fucking disaster of an apartment she grew up in, how wires hung loose from the ceiling like big bright snakes. How they couldn't use the freezer because rats had built a nest in it. How Oksana hadn't bothered to fix any of it.

Yelena glanced across to the long tables over laden with food, lobster tails and caviar on silly little crackers, and thought explicitly, of burning the whole Hippodrome to the fucking ground.

She made a noise then, a deep grumble of disapproval in her throat and then, stalked away from her little vantage point over the main floor. She was handed a glass of wine by a waiter, and upon a closer inspecting sniff, Yelena decided it was no better than dog piss in a nice glass.

She promptly dumped it on the floor and wondered if she hung around long enough, would she see some snotty old-money bat slip, trip and crack a hip on it.

"Get lost-" Yelena said suddenly, aware of the presence at her side. She was still holding the empty glass, her grip tight around the slim stem. She didn't bother looking, didn't bother doing much other than stare at the puddle on the floor and pick absently at the scab on her eyebrow, a pretty little souvenir from her last gig.

[cxrsedmuse]

closed — @tribidscrsed event 001: masquerade, enchanted evening

The alcohol from the night mixed dangerously with the anger in Kaya's veins, rushing, boiling, provoking. It could have been anyone honestly, it just happened to be her that suffered the wrath of all the anger that had built up within Kaya over the last few days. Anger at Raymis, at the world, at Klaus, and just a little bit at Hope herself. It had been the last proverbial straw, and once Kaya started across the room to confront her, there was no turning back.

Roughly, but not so rough to hurt a tribrid, Kaya grabbed Hope's upper arm and pulled her forward, getting the girl to face the demon. Only half demon, but in that moment she could feel hell deep in her bones, like a power she could call to. And she hadn't meant to call, but her demonic prowess was certainly quick to answer.

Her eyes darkened, and she glared at the tribrid before her, someone she'd normally consider to be a friend. "I thought we were done with this feud," Kaya snapped. "I heard what you said to Tyler. I heard what Klaus had to say about me and my family. What happened to staying out of it?" she hissed through grit teeth.

[jasonmacavoy]

JASON MACAVOY || GIOVANNI'S FAREWELL PARTY

Jason skips out on the funeral and goes straight to the after party with @dilansahin. He actually ditches his hoody and wears the exact same button up he's had for years along with his chain, some new bruises along his knuckles, and a pack of his favorite marlboro reds tucked in his back pocket.

[cardinalhq]

EVENT 01; PUMPKIN PALOOZA

Celebrate the vibrant spirit of fall at our annual Pumpkin Palooza, a week long extravaganza dedicated to all things pumpkin! Nestled in the heart of Cardinal Hill, this beloved tradition brings together the community to revel in the harvest season with delicious food, festive activities, and a celebration of creativity. At Pumpkin Palooza, you’ll find a delightful array of stalls featuring seasonal treats, including freshly baked pumpkin pies, hearty pumpkin soups, and scrumptious pumpkin spice beverages. Don’t forget to check out our farmers' market for fresh produce and local artisan goods crafted by our talented townspeople. Ample picnic areas adorned with cozy blankets and soft lighting create the perfect setting for enjoying a warm drink and a slice of autumn-inspired goodness. We invite you to join in the fun! If you're a local vendor, consider renting a stall to share your homemade creations or seasonal wares with fellow residents. Throughout the festival, gather your friends and family to partake in a variety of entertaining activities. Test your skills in pumpkin bowling, navigate our exciting hay bale maze, or join in on classic games like ring toss and tic-tac-toe! For those looking for a little adventure, hop on one of our scenic hayrides, partake in one of the pumpkin pie eating contests, or unleash your creativity at our pumpkin carving station. The week's schedule is available at the information booth, where you can also grab tickets for our upcoming Halloween event! Whether you come for the food, the fun, or the festive atmosphere, Pumpkin Palooza in Cardinal Hill promises to be a delightful experience for everyone. Come join us and make lasting memories this fall! Find more information under the cut!

Time: sunrise - sunset, daily.

Date: 10/19/90 - 10/26/90.

Location: Town Square.

OOC information -

The Pumpkin Palooza has been a beloved tradition taking place in Cardinal Hill in many different forms for generations; locals will definitely be aware of the event, and many look forward to it each year.

Characters are welcome to have stalls selling their goods, no permission needs to be granted from the admin team - just try to keep it fall themed!

Event interactions may begin immediately! It's preferred that no new event interactions begin after the conclusion of the event (10/26) but existing threads can of course be continued past that date.

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.

Pumpkin Carving Contest: Show off your creativity by carving your best designs. Prizes for different categories, like scariest or most creative!

Pumpkin Painting Station: Provided paints and brushes for those who prefer to decorate rather than carve. This is perfect for kids and families.

Hayrides: Enjoy a scenic hayride through the beautiful fall landscape, complete with a storyteller sharing seasonal tales.

Hay Bale Adventure: Create a fun and challenging hay bale maze for families to navigate together.

Pumpkin Pie Eating Contest: Test your appetite in a lighthearted competition to see who can eat the most pumpkin pie in a set time.

Fall Games: Classic games like ring toss with mini pumpkins, pumpkin tic-tac-toe, and a pumpkin-themed scavenger hunt.

Apple Bobbing: A fun and classic activity where participants try to grab apples using only their mouths.

Craft Station: Offers a space for guests to create fall-themed crafts, like wreath-making or decorating mini pumpkins.

Live Music and Entertainment: Local musicians and performers will provide live entertainment throughout the festival on the Songbird Stage.

Storytime Corner: A cozy area for reading fall-themed stories, perfect for younger children.

Food and Beverage Tastings: Tastings of pumpkin-flavored treats, hot cider, and local wines or craft beers.

Petting Zoo: Local farms set up a small petting zoo featuring friendly animals, great for kids and animal lovers alike!

Pumpkin Seed Spitting Contest: A fun and silly competition to see who can spit pumpkin seeds the farthest - this particular event dates back to the event's origins.

Please reach out if you have any additional questions!

[chosensailor]

Open Starter for @seoulmatestart

Location: Rooftop Garden for Event #1

Soo is an extroverted person at heart, and loves a good party, but even she can get overwhelmed. Especially with all the lights and cameras everywhere. She managed to slip away from the lenses, and find a little corner somewhere, however it appeared Soo's sanctuary of peace had been taken by another already.

"Damn, you also trying to hide for a bit? Mind if I join you?"

[noah-eversley]

closed starter for seraphina ( @heavycrwns )

TW: drug use

It had kicked in. The tingling at his fingertips that had been the only reminder of what he had done was now crawling up his arms towards the rest of his body. Instead of the slump in his shoulder Noah had been experiencing the last few days due to his inability to communicate his own feelings, the slump was from relaxation. It was from the ability for him to let go for the first time in days. The blonde's eyes flickered slowly shut hiding the tortured blue of his hues. The was a sudden sensation of all the hairs on his arms standing to attention, his skin pulsing with excitement and vibrancy.

It had been years since Noah allowed himself to let loose like this. He'd made it a rule during his university days that he didn't use his own product. That just seemed tacky. Of course that didn't apply to the joint he used to dull his over-active brain so he could actually sleep occasionally. This was a rule for the harder stuff. The stuff that made his buyers try to climb walls or think they can sky dive from two feet off the ground. He could see the effect these substances had on others. He would not be a laughing stock because of something he had taken.

However, the last few days had been a turning point for Noah. His emotions were becoming too much to bare. He hadn't been sleeping. Honestly, he'd probably gotten an average of two hours a night up until this point. The panic attack he'd had days early was only the tipping point. He needed an archer. Someone or something to ground him. He felt ashamed to seek that in another person and didn't know what else would help. So he did what he promised himself he would never do again. He sort that archer in his own supply. The parts of his brain that were sending off warning signals for him not to take anything had been ignored and he dived right in.

Noah opened his eyes, he could feel his quickened heart beat drumming through his ears. His gaze flickering back to the soiree which was still well underway. While he had spent the last several days with every negative thought and memory flashing through his head, now he had one thing on his mind. Her. He had to talk to her. Be near her again. He had sensed she was upset with him the last time they spoke and their late night swim had not gone ahead. Seraphina had been the biggest professional. Concentrating on her job in the few times Noah had caught glimpses of her. With courage from the synthetics running through his system, the male went trudging off in the direction of the dance floor.

"Phi!" Came the voice bellowing from within him, he paused to look around surprised by his own volume. "I know you're here, Phi." His slightly hooded eyes scanning the people around him. He probably looked ridiculous but he didn't care much in that moment. The drugs were acting now. All rational thought had left the building. "Come out, come out wherever you are." His face falling with every second that his gaze could not locate her. "Phi.." Noah's voice dropped with the almost plea, "I know you're mad at me. I'm mad at me too." At this point he had attracted quite the audience.

[theo-barclay]

Whispering Vines Sunset Soiree

event 001: playlist

stargazing - myles smith

too sweet - hozier

vienna - billy joel

big yellow taxi - counting crows feat. vanessa carlton

she's so high - tal bachman

[devouredxmuses]

ingrid & emery ; self para time: well into the party karma.

something hadn't felt right since her homecoming. she wasn't naive enough to believe that everyone would be happy to see her, but she was naive enough to believe that she could handle everything they'd thrown her way. it reminded her of the reason she'd left this shithole the first time. arrogance, that's what kept her here, even after the slaps asher, laurie, heath, and theo had given her. there she stood now, in the kitchen of the party, sipping the liquor from her cup and looking for something to liven the night up. that's when she spotted him by himself. the tribrid had clocked him laughing and chatting with people she knew, people who wanted nothing to do with her. she didn't like it.

he'd just finished the rest of the drink in his cup when the red head was before him, offering a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. emery knew her, he'd seen the face in heath's memories and he attempted to extract each one. " let's go for a walk, " she compels ( or attempts to, if vervain hadn't been running through his system ). self preservation was high on his list so he obliged, nodding feigning to be affected. her fingers grabbed his sleeve and tugged him toward the door. maybe he should have tried to search the crowd for heath or asher, but he didn't want her to suspect anything. instead he reminded himself of the stake he stashed in his waistband.

the second ingrid had lead him outside she grabbed his shoulders and turned to slam him against the nearest brick wall. " fuck, " he grunts once the connection is made, feeling a throb of pain radiate through his body. she lets go and he drops down to a knee. " wow, you really do pack a punch, " he mutters. " you're chatty, most men beg at this point, " she raises a brow. he wasn't her usual type anyway, he'd acted as a stand up gentleman each time she'd spotted him throughout the night. this was personal. " and does begging ever stop it ? " emery wasn't as defenseless as he looked, his abilities hidden. if he got ingrid distracted enough, he could get in her head.

" i think we both know the answer. get up, " another attempted compulsion and to his feet he goes anyways. " gonna do a number on me too ? like you did heath ? " emery shouldn't have said it, but he couldn't help himself. the man had become a close friend, a surge of protectiveness rushing through him. " excuse you ? " her eyes narrow and her arm shoots out to grab his neck and pushing him back against that wall. " did him so bad he had to ask me to make him forget you, " he choked out in her grip. that was his leverage. it certainly wasn't fair for him to divulge his friend's business, but this was a matter of life and death. of all the things ingrid thought would leave his mouth, that was not one of them. her grip loosened so he could speak once she was done, wanting to hear whatever bullshit he'd spew. " and how would you be able to do that ? " a sneer, a dare she didn't know she was asking for.

" like this, " his hands shoot up to wrap around her wrists. eye and physical contact would help him best. in a flash she was no longer standing in front of emery, she was down on the ground. a few feet from her she watches the scene before her, the last hug she ever shared with her father. elijah's arms wrapped tightly around her as she sobs into his chest, muttering how much she loved him. the pain getting closer, much closer. then as quickly as the vision was there, it was replaced.

now, she's in that alleyway. just in time to watch the expulsion of power thrust heath off his feet. watched as she ran to his side unable to help him, tears staining her cheeks as she begged him to come back. a pang of guilt stabbing into her, it dulled to a throb. again, the memory was gone and she was still stuck in her spot. images flashed before her at near lightening speed, each life she'd taken replaying before her eyes, a sob getting caught in her throat. " enough ! " she screams at emery wherever he is, she couldn't see him.

in a snap she's back with the witches. it had been so far away from her, not having thought of this moment since she turned i off. this moment, it was the beginning of the end of ingrid mikaelson. this time she wasn't just watching the scene play out before her, she was in it. ingrid was frozen on her knees, the woman couldn't move, couldn't look away as she watched her mother be taken from her again. the hand plunged into her mother's chest and was as if the dam she'd carefully constructed exploded. at the same time there was a stab in her gut, this time it was physical.

emery had lodged the stake in ingrid's stomach, an insurance policy, if memory lane hadn't subdued her. she sunk to the ground as everything she'd shut off started to consume her. the flesh wound somehow being the most dull feeling. " i'm sorry, " she gushes while looking up to see the person who'd forced her switch to flip back. the words she'd be uttering for the rest of her life. still she weeps on the ground, emery's heart sinking in his chest. he shouldn't be the one with her here now. " no, i'm sorry, " he murmurs, not necessarily sorry for doing it, but for how much it seemed to hurt her.

" just go, please, " she whimpers while pulling the wood from her abdomen. she needed to be alone, her body starting to heave as everything was settling in. the disgust, the anger, the sadness, the grief, all the pain she'd locked away a year ago. he wanted to say something, to offer her some sort of comfort, it was in his nature. but he also wasn't a fool. he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. ingrid was dangerous regardless. getting away from her was needed. without another word he books it back in the direction of his house. that was enough excitement for one night.

ingrid was left in the darkness as she sobbed. her fists smashing into the ground as hard as she could, cracking the cement. " fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, " she bawls as the skin of her knuckles split. she moves so her back can rest against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest as she felt herself be swallowed whole by the agony she'd delayed.

[letoiledechue]

Sirius & Open Outside Sugarplum’s Sweet Shop

He should have offered to work the entire festival. A particularly dangerous thought, but Sirius couldn’t seem to shake it. Things would have been easier. More specifically, there would have been a counter to hide behind if it came to having to face ghosts of his past head-on instead of having to properly deal with them. Try as he may, there was never any shaking the more negative thoughts that accompanied attending Ministry sanctioned events. It wasn’t anything a little bit of alcohol couldn’t fix but he still wasn’t entirely in the mood for dealing with people. “You know,” He gave a dejected sigh a plopped a piece of fairy floss in his mouth, not bothering to look toward who he was talking to since not getting an answer was something he would have accepted. “One of the muggle bars managed to infuse theirs with enough vodka to get a good buzz. We need to step up.”

[feraldogbites]

STATUS: closed with @praesxdium. LOCATION: muir woods.

it's  middle  of  the  night  before  the  -  day;  yeji  has  called  boone  inside  the  main  hut,  a  makeshift  wooden  thing  that  definitely  needs  touches  here  and  there,  yet  serves  loyally  for  the  time  being.  just  like  gunner  joe  boone  is.  yeji  wants  to  reward  his  fierce  devotion  and  blind  loyalty  and  ensure  both  continue  to  flourish  within  him  —  so  that  he  never  even  thinks  of  betraying  her  the  woods.

when  he  enters,  yeji  is  near  him  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  she  regards  him  curiously,  big  black  orbs  examine  his  expression,  from  the  shape  of  his  eyes  to  the  edge  of  his  jaw,  wondering  what  the  tensity  of  his  muscles  mean.  at  last,  she  lays  her  hand  on  his  cheek.  charmingly,  a  ghost  of  a  smile  on  her  lips.  "  are  you  ready  for  tomorrow?  "

[xogiada]

GIADA D'AMIANO || GIOVANNI'S FAREWELL PARTY

Giada attends the funeral with her family draped from veil to heels in fresh off the runway Dolce and Gabbana. She changes into a classic little Versace number for the afterparty adorned in emerald jewelry that may or may not have been given to her by a certain dead man and her signature burgundy pout. Giada arrives solo.

[emberapatow]

with: @isaacapatow where: at the party, kind of on the side

Ember wasn't quite sure if she still remembered how to play on the guitar, but she picked the instrument up anyway - she's been eyeing it for a while now, working in the community center every day, and this was a party, what better time to try herself out.

It was like riding a bike, though - a few minutes and her fingers were moving as if she picked up a guitar yesterday last, not years ago.

She was playing Hey Jude from the Beatles, humming the song along when she noticed somebody near - her father. "If you're just standing there, sticking around, you're gonna have to jump in, you know? It's just a rule."

[lxdylestrxnge]

where: hogwarts when: 1967

she can wear a smile like an actor wears a role. produce tears like the ingénue of a motion picture. widen big brown eyes to impress innocence, like a child that needs protecting. it is her superpower. the ability to shift into whoever she needs to be. only those closest have the privilege of knowing who bellatrix truly is. how she truly feels about something. a blessing and a curse is probably most apt to say. she developed this talent at hogwarts. using those also within the walls as test subjects. if you were lucky enough, it wasn't that serious. and of course, it had been impressed upon her that it was important that any waves she made were purposeful and could not ruin her opportunities to excel.

she moved with ease, down the corridor, anticipating every turn before it came. she'd walked these halls so many times before. she never particularly enjoyed when she couldn't move fluidly. which was often when someone else was in the way. not moving fast enough for her. and she had never been one to wait patiently. or even impatiently.

"walk with purpose, or get out the way," she harped firmly, her voice carrying down the hallway. "it'd be just terrible if you tripped, and...broke something," she added.

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: AURELIA CROSS & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: BAR, TRIBUTE TOWER ᴡʜᴇɴ: EVENING, POST TRIBUTE PARADE

tw: blood, murder, alcohol & gun violence

Three of them, forced to their knees. Aurelia tips back a shot of something bitter. Guns pressed against the back of their heads. Another shot. The gasps of those around her – blood trickling slowly from the wounds. A third, for good luck. The party rages on around her – blissful Capitolites none the wiser to what has just transpired. Aurelia, however, can't seem to clear the image from her mind. For someone so accustomed to death and violence, it is unsettling how much this has affected her.

Maybe because, for someone with no knowledge of the rebellion stirring just below the surface, the murders had seemed so senseless. Maybe it's because seeing three victors be gunned down in quick succession had reminded her that she's not as untouchable as she thought.

Ordinarily, Aurelia Cross was the life of the party. Beautiful, young, charismatic – the Capitol citizens generally flocked to her, eyeing her fashion, her facial expressions – dissecting her like a science experiment. Ordinarily, she enjoyed it. Enjoyed being the centre of attention – holding them at the tip of her fingers. Tonight, she wishes she could be left alone – and so she finds herself sitting off to the side of the room, lost in thought.

Her demeanour shifts as soon as somebody approaches her – false smile neatly plastered on her face. The alcohol buzzing through her system has numbed her enough to get through the evening. "Cool party, right?" She says, "I've heard people are dying to get in."

[mafiahq]

WHAT THIS MEANS FOR CITIZENS OF NEW YORK CITY:

This is considered a plot drop. Due to the events stated above, New Yorkers are simply now enduring more struggles in their day to day businesses.

Police officers, firefighters, and anyone working for the government will be on high alert.

IDs will be checked at all major buildings, including but not limited to libraries, publishing houses, major office buildings, apartments, and anywhere that already has security.

What this means is that all characters are being "watched intensely", thus making things a bit more difficult to conduct gang related business as well as anything else nafarious.

It also means that businesses may be subject to inspection by the authorities at any moment. 

This is intended to help provide you with fun plots and exciting new opportunities to build relationships between characters. 

The authorities will be stationed in the city for one month in out of character time, to provide enough time for characters to react and experience the plot.

Additional information:

There is going to be a TIPLINE blog that acts as the authorities anonymous way of getting information from the public. You may use it how you wish, spreading lies about events, ratting on your friends, throwing the heat off yourself by placing it on another - it is entirely up to you. 

We will be posting the tips at nymafiatipline so feel free to send them in, but remember this is for IN CHARACTER drama only.