#eternal! eventstarter

[psychcpomp]

— 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 !

     “ hey ! you ! ” alex randomly calls out to the person nearest to him on the outskirts of the crowd — a few were dancing, a few were drinking and talking... he could even spot a few lips locked on each other. alex approved setting, for sure. “ song requests ? i’m about to queue some stuff up — ” he says, his phone in hand, hooked up to the speakers that they had brought with them to the villa. he did say, and quoted, ‘ no one gets to have any music rights on the day of his party except for him ’, but after a few drinks and the hype of the party getting to him, he was feeling more generous about it now — but perhaps those were the many shots he already took talking. “ i may or may not judge you — proceed with caution. ” he teases with a grin, waiting for them to approach him. right now, his playlist curated from his own tastes was a mix of early 2000′s pop music and a little bit of his own library.     

[dispensingdues]

𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 : 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭'𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮

🥳          you  know  the  cliche:  there's  a  certain  flavour  of  person  who's  always  in  the  kitchen  at  parties.  there  are  even  songs  about  it.  they're  not  being  anti-social.  quite  the  opposite,  actually.  they  like  to  be  in  the  epicentre  of  the  action.  what  did  it  say  about  dora  that  she  was  the  type  of  woman  who  always  ended  up  in  the  bathroom  at  parties?  holding  hair  back,  talking  someone  through  a  crisis,  giving  solicited  life  advice,  gossiping.  there  was  something  cherished  about  the  connections  made  in  bathrooms  and  here  she  was  again.  "no,  of  course  i  get  it.  i  come  off  as  a  cold  bitch  sometimes   but  i  like  you,  i  swear."

[ofprcphecy]

STATUS: Open LOCATION: Alex’s birthday party

Truth be told, Lux hadn’t planned on showing up at all. Purgatory or the pits of Hell had to be more bearable than her ex’s birthday party. After being humiliated not that long ago the thrift shop she truly couldn’t think of somewhere she’d rather be less. And yet, perhaps due to her natural inclination to make bad choices, she found herself at the Villa. She had been drinking long before her arrival and appeared to have no trouble wandering in. Swiping a bottle of vodka from the kitchen counter, the girl manages to make her way outside, taking swigs (and wincing each time) of the alcohol. Walking along the edge of the pool, all it takes is someone walking by her for Lux to fall, fully clothed, right in. "Hey—!"

[itsgcbe]

pink moon event; open. location; outside, your choice.

important notes; gabe/selene’s powers are intricately connected with the moon, they are able to intensify or reduce the effects of the pink moon on others. their empathic powers are also at an all time high currently. 

there is an intensity in the air tonight, and they can feel too much of everything, of everyone. every person they pass seems to be in some sort of state of distress or euphoria. it’s the moon, her doing, he sensed it coming days prior, like little whispers from the sky that something was on its way. as the day approached, they felt stronger, and there was no denying the new glow that gabe had acquired. under the moons light, they were brighter, eyes greener than they’d ever been, and gabe felt weirdly confident -- something that didn’t happen often at all. usually the redhead preferred to hide in the background, avoiding anything that might resemble a spotlight, until now, until tonight. “do i look different to you? what are you doing to me?” he asks of the sky, directly addressing the moon as though she would answer. 

[imeuryale]

【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 】 — new spring event

where ... anywhere where you could reasonably get a coffee within walking distance

when ... around the early afternoon, september 2nd-3rd

with ... anyone, this is an open starter (salazar is at home!)

WITH a takeaway iced mocha in one hand and her phone in the other, val scrolled through some podcasts ... ‘cults’, ‘female criminals’, ‘serial killers’ ... all by the podcast company PARCAST which was amongst her favorites to listen to.  she had wandered away from the bulk of foot traffic and business, enjoying the peeking sun through some slightly graying clouds ... perhaps rain was on the horizon?  coming up by someone else, pausing in the same expanse of warm sunlight.   green eyes upcast to the sky as she commented ... ❝if there’s some spring rain on the radar ... i’d actually rather ENJOY it.  it’s pretty rare to have a nice bought of rain.❞

[splendidvoice]

A  NEW  SPRING  -  closed  @mementomorifm​

          the  rush  of  water  in  her  ears,  the  smell  of  salt  on  her  skin.  maite  had  done  her  very  best  at  distraction  after  the  strange  dream.  she  sat  at  her  piano  and  tried  to  play  but  the  call  of  the  coast  wouldn't  leave.  she  pressed  the  pedals  and  felt  sand  falter  under  her  feet,  she  pressed  the  ivory  keys  and  the  corresponding  string  plucked  as  they  should,  only  for  the  note  to  be  drowned  out  by  the  sound  of  wind  whooshing  by  her  head.  she  couldn't  take  it  anymore.  out  she  went,  the  sun  barely  rising  in  the  sky,  to  the  closest  shore  in  the  hope  the  sea  in  her  head  would  be  cancelled  out  by  the  real  thing  like  a  song  stuck  in  the  mind.  only  the  small  beach  wasn't  empty  as  it  usually  was;  the  small  inlet  of  water  barely  stretched  twenty  metres  either  way  with  one  path  in  and  the  same  out.  there  was  a  man  in  the  way  of  her  body  and  the  sea.  she  could  have  walked  around  him  but  she  felt  her  blood  boil  as  it  never  had  on  sight,  a  mix  of  hate  and  hunger.  maite  began  singing  as  she  approached,  her  voice  harmonising  with  itself  somehow...

                        my  heart  is  pierced  by  cupid

                                   i  disdain  all  glittering  gold

                             there  is  nothing  can  console  me

                                     but  my  jolly  sailor  bold

[scgey]

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : beach bonfire 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 : 12:42am

“Don’t fucking throw your cup on the beach you dumbass.” Unsurprisingly, her nagging is lost beneath the bass of the music, so she takes it upon herself to stalk across the sand (as much as one can stalk across sand while drunk — it’s really more of a balancing act), pick up the offending cup, and march it to a nearby trash can. “Littering asshole,” She grumbles to herself, bringing her own up clumsily to her lips as she turns and steps right into another person’s path. 

[ascreamingecho]

𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  ››  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

the earth shakes ›› mahalia was camping on the night of september 1st, and was aloft in a tree —- restless and drawn in to being connected to the trees, and was awake when the apparent earthquake occurred. mahalia has experienced trees shaking before, swaying in winds that are not there, but never like this before. when she climbed down and saw that no leaves had been shaken loose, no branches had fallen and no cries of alarm rose up in the night —- she resigned herself to it being another, if more intense ‘experience’ in her life.

this is an event starter —- middle morning of september 1st, on the mountain tracks, mahalia is returning home from camping.

mahalia had woken after a very conflicted and convoluted night, stressing over what felt like an intense evening incident of déjà vu —- tree limbs bending, trunks shaking, TREMBLING, leaves quaking for no apparent reason, like when she was a sixteen year old —- and began packing her solo camping to return back home.   a disney lover at heart, in her head when she woke, was ‘just around the riverbend’ from the film pocahontas, sung by judy kuhn (a personal favourite of mahalia’s, the lyrics spoke her to so very wonderfully) — so she now played it aloud on her weatherproof bluetooth speaker, singing along as she strolled barefoot down the track.    there was a spring in her mood, an easy slowness to her pace —- despite the odd night —- she felt more ALIVE under the comforting canopy of leaves and towering trees that she had in quite a long time, eyes upwards to the greenery with her pack on her back as she sung along with the crescendo, voice carrying on the wind with a touch more power than usual; “— ‘how high does the SYCAMORE grow? if you cut it down, then you'll never know...’ —- OH-” she stopped as she lowered her dark eyes to the path to see a person rounding the little bend in the track, embarrassed to be caught in such a free moment; her guard down, voice coming from deep within her SOUL as she had been singing the words of the song she so treasured — now her cheeks were pink with exertion and mild shock “-hello.”

[swcrdsandshields]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

⇝ OPEN

Dez took her time grooving across the dance floor, stopping to get down alongside familiar faces for a few beats at a time on her path to the bar. The drinks and the atmosphere were making her feel lighter than air and particularly eager to socialize, pulling away from her current dance partner and giving their outfit another look-over. “You look incredible,” she gushed, pulling a 20 dollar note out of the markedly thick breast pocket of her jacket reserved for performer tips and forking it over with a cheeky wink. “Keep up the good work.”

[betancovrts]

*  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: closed starter for @psychcpomp​ ! *  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: alex’s bday party, hesperides villas !

NO ONE had really told them to do this, but as it is right know he’s made it his mission of the day to make sure not a single drop of alcohol is left once the party is over. that’s why with one bottle and two shot glasses in hand, he’s making his way through a small crowd and stopping right before his friend. “wait, i forgot what i was gonna say,” they weren’t even tipsy yet this was just a lucas trait™ it takes him a second but he gets it after a while, “ah, yeah my parents called to tell you happy early birthday. mom is going to make some tres leches cake for you and dad has a bottle of... whiskey? i think, some liquor, whatever. i’ll pick them up and leave them at your apartment when i’m not fucking shitfaced.” they place the glasses on top of the nearest surface and then smiles at his boy. “nevermind that, we’re doing SHOTS baby!” 

[psychcpomp]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

SET-UP: alex is woken by the ‘earthquake’ but shakes it off as an intense dream. as soon as he got on with his day he began to hear the souls of the dead speaking to him asking him questions and requests, just like the last event. though this time he isn’t as freaked out since it’s not the first time. i would also like to focus more on the manipulation and trickery aspect of his abilities so let me know please if that would be something you’d be interested in! 

LOCATION: violet & lily. 

     it felt a little ridiculous, being alone and speaking out loud — though, he was getting an answer in his ear ( albeit unintelligible most of the time ) he knew that anyone watching him from afar would think he was losing it. so, he tried to keep his voice low. “ — this one ? ” he points at an already arranged bouquet of flowers.... waiting until he finally heard that yes in his ear.      when he decided to lean into it this time when it finally happened again, like linna suggested he does, he didn’t expect that he’d be visiting a cemetery at the start of his day. though, from what he could gather, a young couple or pair — it wasn’t so clear —  that died together buried in the same location were not receiving the same amount of love, gifts, or visits, as the other. one had the family and friends, one was more alone in the world, minus their partner. the one that came to alex, had asked for him to get flowers and go to the cemetery; alex could only assume that it was the one who had all the love already, gifting the one with none through him. 

    it wasn’t until he made eye contact with a familiar face that he realized he might have been caught talking to... no one ? “ shit, ” he mumbles to himself under his breath before letting a small grin appear on his lips. “ who are you buying flowers for so early in the day, then ? ” he asks, hoping that they actually didn’t notice at all. 

[dispensingdues]

A  NEW  SPRING  -  closed  @deathsrites

          dora  has  already  felt  the  quake.  it  didn't  occur  to  her  that  perhaps  it  was  all  in  her  head  until  she  bumped  into  a  passer-by,  robbed  of  any  grace  in  walking  as  she  went  over  on  her  ankle  when  the  rumbles  hit.  they  placed  a  hand  on  her  shoulder,  asking  if  she  was  okay,  and  suddenly  concern  washed  over  her.  it  was  edged  with  a  nasty  suspicion  and  dora  jumped  back,  spooking  the  middle-aged  woman  away.  fuck,  she  thought,  not  this.  she  had  to  test  the  theory  and  brushed  her  hand  on  the  next  person  she  walked  past  -  receiving  a  big  hit  of  emotional  numbness.  it  wasn't  a  good  sign  her  freaky  skill  was  going  haywire  but  at  least  this  time  it  was  neutral.  coming  to  the  next  set  of  traffic  lights,  dora  stopped  to  lean  against  the  pole  and  sent  out  a  text.

📨  matttyyyyyyyyy  it's  dora  where  are  you  i  need  to  see  you 📨  something  really  weird  is  going  on 📨  help

[ofedenslove]

𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : the beachfront kissing booth 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 : 1:30pm

Sandy locks are thoroughly ruffled after an hour at the kissing booth, cheeks flushed as much from the sun as they are from the attention. They exude a cheery confidence, waving people over and chatting easily, offering their cheek or lips or pulling customers back to the photobooth for a cheeky set of photos. When they spot a familiar face, their smile brightens and they raise a frantic hand. “Hey! You have give me a kiss — I’m tryna beat Angel’s numbers.” 

[ctropus]

OPEN EVENT STARTER ➔ BONFIRE 

mallory overheard a group of young university students talk about the disgusting cocktail they had made by just pouring a bunch of strong spirits together in a red cup with some hot sauce. they were daring everyone to drink, even waging money no one could drink it all without throwing up, and so she took the cup from one of the boys and then threw it back, spilling a little as she drank the contents of the cup. when they were done, they sent the boys a mocking smirk. “it was gross,” she admitted with a shrug but then held her hand out: “pay up, bitches.” they hesitantly handed her the money bills they had offered, disappointed by her lack of reaction. “never challenge the irish to any kind of drinking game,” mal said smugly to the person standing next to them.

[imeuryale]

【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 】 —   an event open.

where ... out the side of the rented villa; alex’s birthday event.

when  ...  just after 11pm

with  ...  anyone!

“I’M not trying to over think, but fuck, if i don’t go in and wish the bastard a happy birthday ... it’ll look weird, but if i do go in and anything happens ...” she shudders, a little comically, for effect, “... it’ll be worse than a no-show. this whole island is the EPICENTRE of rumour and gossip,” her rambles over a cigarette in the shadows somewhat helped in the form of vodka and red-bull ...  val takes a puff, the gray smoke wafting as she adds; “hell, if i walk in and he’s sucking face with lux, not that i mind the girl at all, i can’t exactly promise my facial expressions will behave; it’s still a bit weird, alright?   and even if my face does behave, what’s to stop someone from going to her and pointing me out, spilling the beans that alex and i used to fuck around up until they started dating? ... i’d even bet that some swizzle-stick dick busy-body will put the idea in the poor girls head that there was overlap ...  which there was not, to be clear.”

“MAYBE i’ll just keep ducking eye contact, find me some jell-o shots and see if i can just avoid the landmines of my ex’s and ex-hook ups ... and the ex’s current girlfriends ... or boyfriends ... or spouses,” she hisses out a breath, carried with the last of the cigarette.  val lights another, and takes a sip from her cup ... searching for a little soothing in the mixed energy drink and vodka.  “god, this reminds me of senior-year parties ... i’m REALLY not in the mood to either wear a drink or throw a drink tonight.”

[criadne]

OPEN EVENT STARTER ➔ MIDAS BEACH, SATURDAY NIGHT (PINK MOON EVENT)

arielle had suddenly found herself down by the beach, not really remembering the walk and without knowing why her feet had brought her there. her dark gaze fixed upon the horizon beyond the sea illuminated by the full moon. without understanding why, tears spilled from her eyes and a small sob escaped her. she recognised the sting in her heart, she knew it to be the pain of abandonment - but none had abandoned her in years, no one of significance anyway. ari so rarely wept in public, she knew that she was hidden by the darkness of the night, but still it felt strange to be overwhelmed by strong emotions that she could not explain. 

as she stared upon the horizon, she saw the familiar little black dot that she imagined to be a ship. arielle blinked as she always did, expecting it to disappear when she did, but this time when she opened her eyes, the ship became even clearer. and for the first time ever, she could see it was sailing away and not towards her. one hasty step led to another, the water splashing until she could no longer reach the ground beneath her. she needed to reach the ship. ari swam, her eyes transfixed upon the black ship in the distance, but a wave pulled her under for a split second and when she emerged from the water, the ship was gone. suddenly the haze left her and panic set in. it was dark, the water was cold and her clothes weighed her down. panic gripped her and arielle started to make her way back to shore, but she found it hard to control her breathing. how could she be so reckless, so stupid? there was no ship, there was never a bloody ship. she swam and swam and swam, but every second felt like an eternity, and she could not understand why she was not back on shore yet. her swimming became more desperate and more closely resembled thrashing. ari was about to call for help when someone grabbed her arm and only seconds later, she felt her toes brush the sand and she was back on her feet, her legs shaking as she was pulled out of the water. “i’m so sorry, i don’t- thank you!” arielle managed to get out through heavy breaths and chattering teeth before looking up to see the face of her rescuer.