#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.

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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.."

[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."

[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?"

[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.

[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."

[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.

[cxrsedmuse]

@tribidscrsed location: stumptown coffee closed

Elena sat at an empty in Stumptown Coffee with her notes spread out in front of her. The Faction meeting really hadn't brought up any new evidence, it had just been a quick get together to go over the facts of what had happened. And the facts, well, they weren't good. Despite wanting to sit around and worry the day away, she knew that her time would be much more useful if she actually attempted to put the pieces together. What could have caused the disturbance with the dead and then these killings? Surely they had to be related. She read over her notes once more and then another time just for good measure, but the dots, unfortunately, were not connecting.

[lotharx]

starter for @prcspero.

where: nornwatch tower

when: after zee last night bestie

note: continuing our harrowing meetcute

Lothar had kept quiet the majority of the troupe, a reticent bystander who remained seemingly unfazed as more were culled by the elements, as starvation and disease took over. The Ax had some sorry knack for observation, he noted the few faces he'd recognized as witchers pulled them through the tunnels, up to the surface of Hrimthur's Wasteland; desolate, gelid and unforgiving. He spoke nothing of his recollections, his findings, how the biting cold became unbearable and though Nornwatch Keep was likely surmised as this solace from the frigid air, it too would soon be unbearable to live within. Sanctuary was a loose claim for the place, it spoke more of a prison, a final resting place; a beacon that stood more as an omen than a salvation. Blighted trees swarmed the tower and vermin scuttered by as an epidemic swiftly took hold of those weakest within the troupe's ranks. Lothar had his satchel, though it had special mushrooms and a canteen for water, it was void of anything that would aid in his survival through genuine starvation or disease and he kept mostly out of the way. He was not a healer, he'd been preened off of loss and violence, the scene before him was familiar enough but it etched a palpable memory. Famine, disease; Horsemen who reared their ugly heads and laughed at those who thought they could beat the call of Death.

Lothar did his best to aid where he could, but it seemed futile as more succumbed to the blighted world around them. He learned again to sit by and be an observer, idle hands calloused from the carved wood of an axe.

They'd spoken not a word to each other since Iskaldrik had fallen; a seemingly meaningless interaction swept further under the rug by the violent trek into the Wastelands. The troupe had once been a vast summary; children, miners, royalty and witchers. A hefty group of people which allowed even Lothar to blend within the masses. It warranted any avoidance as coincidental but the other had proven himself to be more than some Iskaran drunk as he flanked many who needed aid. He'd done more for the troupe than Lothar felt he was useful for and the brute berserker was teetering some line of envy as he felt more coded to violence than healing.

"He lives," it's the first words spoken to the other since he'd seen them drunk and mindless, living off the spoils of Bjarnheim and it's merchants. A nod to the state in which he last saw the other and a cruel tease to how a battle had forced the other to attention.