#plot drop 001.

[maraurp]

* 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 #𝟎𝟎𝟏 — princesa isabel?

a câmara municipal de maraú finalmente levou a votação a mudança de nome do bairro princesa isabel. um abaixo-assinado, seguido de um projeto de lei oferecido pelo vereador elias marciano, sugeriu a mudança de nome para "luís gama", o que, segundo explicado pelo próprio vereador na abertura da votação, é muito mais condizente com a história do povo negro e seria uma bela homenagem ao patrono da abolição da escravatura. a votação começou na sexta, dia 12 de maio, um dia antes do aniversário de 120 anos da lei áurea. encerou-se na segunda, dia 15 de maio, com uma votação de 7 votos a favor da mudança e 8 votos contra. a votação tomou as notícias de maraú e os estudantes e movimentos negros da cidade organizaram-se numa manifestação na frente da câmara municipal, para demonstrar sua indignação. o vereador elias marciano já deu uma entrevista dizendo que vai requerer outra votação.

OOC !

esse é um mini-plot drop que terá mais implicações no futuro. por enquanto, os personagens podem comentar, participar das manifestações e afins.

o rp está oficialmente aberto para interações! obrigada por participarem desse rp com a gente. divirtam-se e, caso tenham duvidas, não deixem de nos chamar.

[insidiousxhopes]

For the masquerade, Henrik jr picked out a new suit and was drawn to the masked by the bronze embellishments.

[gabevargas]

closed starter for @leylayilmz & @bellstrom location: golden hour beach bar

The bar heaved with people in costumes, drunk and letting loose. Gabe didn't know Briar could throw down like this, and he had to admit he was impressed. The place was popping, and everyone had put in so much effort with the outfits. He had chosen Jason from Friday the 13th to add horror to the night's festivities. Girls found slasher dudes hot, right? That's what Gabe argued when he received a few stares.

It had been a few hours already, and Gabe was already tipsy, texting Benny frantically to get his ass here. His mask lay discarded on the table as thumbs continued to tap his screen, pestering his best friend. He had agreed to some dumb trick-or-treat thing with a local mom and her kid. The thought of which made Gabe shiver. The idea of kids had always terrified him, yet his best friend was running around playing daddy. A far cry from the Benny of the Chicago days.

He felt someone hit his shoulder, and he turned to see a woman in a suit with what appeared to be an inflatable alien by her feet—the things you could only see on Halloween. "I think you dropped your buddy," Gabe teased, holding up the alien. His eyes finally took her in, and a smirk spread over his lips, dimples showing. "Women in black, huh? Sexy..." There was something undeniably attractive about a woman in a suit, the power. "Can I get you a drink?"

[lia-lozano]

Location: Golden Hour Beach Bar - Halloween Party Starter for: @wesparkcr

She probably shouldn't have had that last tequila slammer. She probably should've refused it, smiled and walked away but when she was handed a drink, Lia was not one to smile and decline. Instead, she had thrown the drink back, squeezed the lime and was now wobbling slightly in the high heels of her glittery thigh high boots.

It had truly been an incredible night, from her time with Emil, plotting the murder of her friends for the inappropriate writing still on her ass cheek and just generally being able to truly have fun at Halloween. As Lia made her way across the bar, she had a truly stupid, drunken smile on her face. Especially when she saw him.

"Wesley!" She was only a few steps from him and after she had navigated them, very slowly, in her heels, she threw her arms around his arms and torso, squeezing him tight. "Hot brother number two, you look terrifying, it's great." Squeezing him again, Lia rested her chin on his arm as she grinned up at him. "Guess who's staying at your house tonight.."

[wmu-cedes]

closed starter for @wmucody

Mercedes wrapped her arms around herself. There were too many people, all of whom seemed to be just as anxious as she was, and despite the fact that Brit had given her a 'survival' bag, there was only one person that she was yearning to see.

Her height put her at a disadvantage, but Mercedes had attempted to scan the crowd to the best of her abilities when she turned and spotted him. Ignoring the wave of relief that settled upon her, and instead thanking the Lord almighty that he was tall.

She made her way over to him as quickly as the crowd would allow and took a deep breath. "Cody!"

[cxrsedmuse]

@chamxmuse location: charity hospital closed

The cured human's mind had been completely and utterly scrambled in the past few days. With everything that was going on in town, the raising of the dead and the supernatural deaths, she felt like reality was spinning out of control. And of course, there was Summer, who had, of course, been on her mind non-stop for the past year, but even more so these days.

Sometimes, it even felt as if she saw her lost daughter. Just out of the corner of her eye, or quickly there and gone. Was it too much to hope that she'd be brought back with the rest? It was a hope she tried not to cling to, for her own sanity and Damon's.

Elena had scrubbed into surgery, was just about to start when she saw a familiar figure pass by the viewing window. Everything around her stopped, came to a slow crawl as she saw her deceased daughter disappear from view again. But this was... so different than all the other times. She was there, Elena knew it.

"Dr. Gilbert?" the other surgeon asked her, "Everything okay?" How could she explain this to these people. They knew nothing of the supernatural, nothing of what she had been through. She'd just started, they didn't even know that she'd lost Summer the previous year.

She tried to get the words out I'm sorry, excuse me, but nothing came out. Instead, she departed without a word, quickly taking off her gloves and scrubs in the attached room before walking (and then nearly running) down the hall to find her precious Summer.

[lotharx]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: hrimthur’s wastelands.

when: current plot drop timeline

note: feral vuldak and (another?) ornery old man

Lothar liked to believe that navigating the ravenous twists of serpentine mountain tops only made him more proficient within the Wastelands, but it seemed to be more prompted by luck. Many teetered along with injuries sustained from the darkspawn's raiding and it seemed there was still no sign of those who had been abducted to the cavernous depths. His chest rose and fell with the winds which whittled away at even the most seasoned warriors, Lothar included, and he looked near envious, but thoroughly pissed, at those who seemed unaffected by the tumultuous reign of frost and wind.

Hunting proved to be utter shit half of the time; if it wasn't for the elusive creatures they attempted to capture for sustenance, it was often the biting cold that allowed them to profit little to nothing for their efforts. His ax was flung outward towards a figure on the horizon, perimeters had been drawn so as not to overstep on others and squander hunts for nourishment. It spliced into the tree, evident from the sharp crack that resounded through the air; if it'd collided with the soft pelt of an animal, or the plush flesh of another it'd have been a different story. When the figure seemed to stand and proved to be more human than creature, a hand was held out as though in apology, but Lothar was certainly peeved to have been interrupted. "Lucky your heads still on your shoulders," gruffed out, he understood many weren't keen to wander far for any loss of direction from the main group would lead to certain death.

[agnesisolda]

starter for @vuldakrcque.

where: thee stumble inn, where all morally ambiguous come to hang

when: the current timeline but before the current plot drop

note: pre plotting? we die like men

"What brings you passing through, traveler?" When Agnes had learned of what Fate transcribed for her brother she tried not to sneer at it completely. Corruption, that which spawned from a catalyst that was sworn as an accident, but one that changed the course of his destiny forever. It hadn't been easy to track him down, most trails had run cold the moment he'd consigned himself to the Legion, a group Agnes had not been interested in sniffing around regardless of her intent to see Roque in the flesh. Though he had lived and grown, the man still resembled that awkward lankiness that lent itself to her brother, children then, and perhaps the only lifeline now that kept some vestige of her humanities. However, scant her kindness was in this lifetime towards mortals, she'd needed to greet her brother's Fate head on; the fact that he was alive, in loose terms, probed a further curiosity - what had happened since her past demise?

"Your direwolf is welcome within, you know," Agnes' eyes traveled to the door then back towards Roque; if she were to greet the direwolf perhaps it would come to recognize the soul within.

[thetriphq]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

May 12th is when our heroes arrive at Vortex. Giggles can be heard as everyone claims their own rooms and beds. The Crybaby's grandparents don't have enough rooms for everyone to have their own, but nobody finds trouble bunking together or taking couches for the summer. Once the newness wears off and night falls, The Wildcard suggests they go down to the beach and pitch a fire. The Nightingale jests that it's because The Wildcard is a pyromaniac, but they detest it. They get drinks, chairs, lighter fluid, and don't worry, The Worrywart grabbed snacks! One can only wonder what goes bump in the night in Vortex....

Welcome to our first plot drop! Interactions are not necessarily needed to be at the bonfire or for our first chapter, but they are encouraged to give everyone a jumping-off point! Keep an eye on the Discord for group-related channels as we gear up for our first interactive event! There is no time limit on how long this plot drop will last. We will simply move onto the next chapter once we're ready!

[godscobhhq]

BATTEN THE HATCHES; HERE SHE COMES

It was November 17th, 2024, the day Godscobh was shook to its very core as an artic storm barreled its way through New Hampshire tearing through towns and ports and leaving ruins in its wake. There was something different about this storm, something almost alive in the way it moved, knowing which spots were the weakest, knowing when to ignore a public housing block or ships holding civilians. Almost as if Zeus was controlling the skies and Poseidon the seas, this storm was nothing short of an attack on Hades.

In the forest, trees were ripped from their roots by the wind, blocking the hiking trail the whole way up. Softened spots on the pier were torn off and deposited on the shore by massive waves, Evangelines Lighthouse was battered down so hard it was a miracle it didn't collapse It was said by some of the older residents that it was the first time the lighthouse went dark. Only for a few moments but enough to bring a further sense of dread to the locals who had never seen a storm like it.

Emergency services worked alongside the sheriffs department to keep citizens inside their homes and away from the shore. The storm raged overnight and almost magically broke at sunrise, leaving ruined ships, buildings, and forestry in its wake. Thankfully, no residents of Godscobh were seriously hurt, but the clean-up wouldn't be easy. A town wide tidy was organised, and young, able bodied citizens were urged to help. Merida MacGregor led a group to the forest, Eric Anker led a group to the beach and pier. Together, the town worked in sync to clear roads of debris and look after one another.

However, nothing has been the same since that night, residents reporting unusual sightings, town wide power outages, strong winds that rattle your bones and waves too dangerous to sail or surf on. It was almost like the festering darkness crept out and swallowed the town up into a never-ending nightmare. And that's only the beginning.

An artic storm swept across Godscobh, destroying vacant buildings, ripping apart empty boats, and tearing the forest a sunder. Residents are reporting strange activity in the woods, odd sights, and sounds. The feeling of being watched, power outages, and electrical items going on and off randomly. Clocks changing their time, candles lighting themselves, animals running to the town border. An official statement from the Mayor's office shows all is well.

This mini plot drop is optional to take part in. Your characters don't have to comment on it, but they should be aware of what happened.

There's no timeline for completing plotdrop threads, as this can continue into the new year, so feel free to have as many as you like for as long as you want.

No character was seriously hurt, but for the sake of angst and drama we can all get creative!

Everyone's homes and businesses are okay, only empty buildings, boats, etc. were damaged. Public spaces like the pier, beach, lighthouse, park, and forest took damage.

Minor damage on public streets and shopping districts.

Meridas group had: Hunter Anderson, Flynn Rider, Kristoff Bjorgman, Bonita Perez, Jessie Emilie, Max Dennison, Luisa Madrigal, & a few others.

Eric's group had: Nani & Lilo Pelekai, Stevie Titch, Moana Waialiki, Will Turner, Busby Davis, Elwood Davis, & a few others.

Everyone else was scattered around Godscobh.

This is a mini plot drop and will tie in with our first official plot drop in the new year.

[wmustaceevans]

10:What are you listening to?

Right now? Too many people talking, before my Youtube video, I was listening to a Middle Earth study playlist. I was trying to get some work done and this playlist was taking me to a zennnn place so I could write my stuuuupid essay.

[kira-aminu]

Location: Halloween Party Starter for: @niaxbailey

It was like she was a whole new person. From not working at the festival and letting her hair down, to dressing up and going, willingly, with her friends to the town's halloween party, Kira couldn't have been further from the timid girl who barely left her house if it wasn't for work or at her friend's insistence. It had been a hard year but as she stood at the party in a ridiculously too short white dress and a cat's tail pinned to the back of her skirt, she was just grateful that she had done it.

Especially when she saw her.

She had spotted Nia across the room and although the instinct would've been to scurry away and hide, she knew that wasn't who she could be anymore. Instead, she made her way across the room, swallowing tor relieve herself of her sudden dry mouth. "Hey, watch it!" Cringing a little, Kira reached behind and caught her tail just before it slapped into the same person again. "Sorry, it has a mind of its own." She'd hoped for a smoother entrance, but this would just have to do. As she finished the few steps over to Nia, she tried to keep the nerves from her face. "Hey, stranger."

[adrianvoll]

starter for @suyinskiss.

where: lostlands

when: barrier is still up

note: :ahh:

Being displaced, forced to start anew was just one massive hiccup in the landslide of other problems. The fact they were practically being hunted by the Aetheron kingdom was another, more pressing, issue but Adrian tried not to let it all rattle him so completely - he was not a fighter nor warrior like the Iskaran society preened most men to be, his gift of smithwork had been inherited from his mother and it was of little to no use here. Idle hands warranted him to be anxious, this natural level which never did completely settle but distractions had often been key.

He'd noticed this woman, attempting to adhere to this vision of glamour and strength, refusing to let silken fabrics or polished shoes sink too deeply into the grass and muck as though it was poison.

"I still haven't gotten used to all of this myself," Adrian offered a warm smile; though they were all worse for wear, the majority of the troupe had tried to rise above it all together despite what dared try to separate them. Those who had followed the Iskaran King were still out but Adrian held to the belief that they would all return with those they had lost at Nornwatch Keep in tow.

Adrian nodded to the barrier where many still stood, silently toiling away at any plan or method to dismantle it. "But at least it's almost over."

[gabevargas]

closed starter for @coltonatwater location: golden hour beach bar

The embarrassment of the punch had worn off as the alcohol kicked in, and Gabe was having the time of his life again. Completely overcompensating for the earlier drama. Who could hate a guy who was having this fun, right? He saw Colt and slapped his shoulder before he shoved him lightly. "My guy, how are you doing?" He stepped back to look at him, brows etched in confusion at the costume. "Are you an eighties pornstar?"

[romanrhodes]

when: 4th of July Carnival, 2023 where: watching the fireworks with: Andrew Jackson (@drewxjackson )

It was crazy how quickly everything changed.

Roman had always read about and listened to firework safety. The danger of fireworks was often considered like the danger of driving - the consequences were severe, but people behaved safely, so the threat never felt real, not until that night.

It had been a great day. The morning shift at the food truck had gone great, and then they'd all agreed to pack it up early for the evening so they could watch the fireworks. He was with Andrew, holding hands while they walked, laughing and teasing each other, then stood side by side to watch the show. His arm wrapped around Andrew's shoulders, and Andrew's arm was wrapped around his waist. They'd been talking about heading over to the Ferris Wheel after the show to see if they could get a last-minute ride or wait until later in the week. Roman had leaned down to talk directly against Andrew's ear, teasing him about making out like teenagers.

The show had been great, lighting the sky and the crowd's gazing faces with green, red, pink, purple, sparkling white and shimmering gold. People were cheering occasionally, applauding softly with each 'act', as the show rose and rose to a crescendo. There had been a pause, a gap before the final act, and the crowd had waited quietly, curiously, all eyes to the sky. There had been shouting, panicked, far-off shouting. Roman, taller than most, had glanced over to the dark area where the fireworks were being lit, and made out figures rushing about, two dashing off into the dark, knocking over sticks as they went. It was so dark, it took him too long to process what was happening before the first firework shot off, towards the carnival, and someone screamed, high and shrill.

"Shit!" Roman cursed, quickly throwing his arm over Andrew's head.

It struck a building close by, exploding with a loud bang, light and colour, fiery sparks raining down on the crowd that quickly dispersed like a shoal of startled fish.

Screaming, running, pushing, shoving. The whole crowd erupted into chaos. Roman moved to grab Andrew and run, when the people in front of them parted quickly, leaving a stretch open for a firework. It flew at them like a screeching bullet of bright, burning light. Roman registered it and the trajectory, and his body moved without thought.

He turned and stepped in front of Andrew, grabbing him with both arms, covering with his whole body and shifting his weight to throw them to the floor. Behind them, the firework screeched closer, closer until it was deafening his ears, and it punched him in the back, exploding.

He hit the grass. His back had been punched, hard. Something, tiny pieces of something, had ripped through his skin at his back, his arm, his face. His ears were ringing. No other sound, just ringing. He felt stayed tight and curled up, covering Andrew, not letting anything touch him. Then, his back was burning. It was burning. God, fuck, he'd never known that kinda pain. It was so fierce, so intense, he suddenly felt sick. Something was pushing him away, and he managed to uncurl, leaning on his side. The weight underneath his disappeared, and he curled into the grass, hands balled into fists. Burning. The smell. Oh God, The smell, the pain. Tears pricked his eyes, and he pressed his face into the grass.

[wmu-cedes]

@wmuhummel

Maybe you can teach me the trick to *not* then, because it gets bad!

Baby no! There's a special nail polish that you can put on that's a clear coat that basically tastes like tar. That's what my mama did with my brother.