#plotdrop;002

[ludics]

rae's costume, or his lack thereof, spoke volumes about his attitude towards the party. he stood there, his white lab coat hanging loosely over plain scrubs. the coat, usually a symbol of professionalism, carrying an air of nonchalance. it was clear that rae had taken the simplest route to participate.

his posture betrayed a certain weariness as he leaned against the wall, a weight that alcohol could temporarily lift. he glanced down at his cup, ruminating until he heard that familiar voice.

"hey," he greeted, perking up almost instantly. "you look… different," he observed, his gaze roaming over lucas' shirt, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "in a good way."

where: colony house when: Halloween night whom: @ludics Rae

Lucas makes his way through the Colony House, feeling like he can actually breathe for the first time in weeks. There's just so much joy and excitement in the house that it's almost impossible to be anxious tonight. And the drinks he's had help too.

He wipes sweat from the part of his stomach that's visible thanks to the tight (maybe too small) shirt he managed to find for the night. He's not sure what he's looking for now. Ana has disappeared and most of the other people he'd talk to are busy doing other things.

Then he spots Rae, and he can't help but smile at the sight of the man. Ever since he helped Rae in the morgue, he's felt the slightest shift of their friendship. He's not sure how to describe it or how it's affected. He just knows something feels different.

He walks up to the man.

"There you are," he says with a warm smile.

[cxrsedmuse]

CLOSED location: dutch alley artists timeline: plotdrop #002 @inaducursehqstarters

Kaya stood in front of an easel in the corner of the art gallery. As one of the artists in the previous showcase, she had an obligation to work a "service shift" as the gallery owner had called it. But basically, it just meant she had to paint live for anyone who might be browsing the gallery at the time. The place was mostly empty, though, so it was just like painting alone in her studio. No eyes, just her and the canvas.

Unfortunately, ever since unlocking her demonic prowess at the masquerade, she hadn't been able to paint like she used to. No, there had been no landscapes of sandy beaches or past friends in flower fields. The canvas in front of her, instead, featured a wolf caught aflame, the fire spreading through the same wildflowers, leaving ruin in its wake.

Just as the door chimed, letting her know that someone had entered the gallery, the lights flickered and then went out completely. She flipped the brush in her hand, holding it handle side out like a weapon. "Hello?" she called, not moving from her position. "Who's there?"

[kallitheahq]

❛ PLOTDROP 002: QUANDO AS ESTRELAS CAÍRAM.

No primeiro minuto da madrugada que precedia a quinta-feira, o céu de Kallithea apresentou um espetáculo estranho e ao mesmo tempo hipnotizante.

Tudo começou com uma sequência de estrelas cadentes. Elas riscavam os céus com uma luz tão intensa que parecia desafiar a escuridão que havia tomado a cidade dias antes. Por um breve momento, poderia parecer um sinal de esperança, como se a atração estrelada fosse um comunicado de que estava tudo bem. Mal sabiam que era apenas um prelúdio para algo muito mais sombrio.

Conforme as estrelas desapareciam no horizonte, o céu deixou de ser o azul profundo da noite para se tornar uma escuridão absoluta, uma negritude tão densa que parecia engolir a própria existência de cada semideus na cidade. Era como se o universo tivesse sido apagado, deixando Kallithea isolada em um vazio infinito mais uma vez.

Às 2h45 da manhã, o silêncio foi quebrado por um som profundo, como o estilhaçar de vidro gigante: as barreiras mágicas que protegiam a cidade entravam em colapso. Criadas para manter os perigos longe, essas barreiras eram um símbolo de segurança há gerações e jamais haviam sido invadidas, ao menos não de forma tão brutal. Sem as barreiras, as criaturas vieram. Primeiro, os fantasmas de Melinoe. Não anunciavam sua chegada com gritos ou urros; em vez disso, a temperatura despencava subitamente, e uma sensação de vazio tomava conta das almas dos moradores. Os fantasmas flutuavam pela cidade como sombras líquidas, deixando um rastro de frio mortal. Olhar diretamente para eles era como encarar a própria morte — paralisante e inevitável. Em seguida, as sereias gregas. Diferentes das lendas que exaltavam sua beleza e canto hipnotizante, essas criaturas eram deformadas, feitas de escamas gosmentas e presas afiadas. Seu ataque era silencioso, mas devastador. Longe de lagos ou mar, as sereias conseguiam hipnotizar a distância, drenavam todos os sons e quando atacavam, usavam fragmentos de vozes humanas — risos, pedidos de ajuda, palavras familiares — para atrair e confundir suas vítimas. A cidade de Kallithea, antes protegida por seus encantos, agora se tornara um campo de caça. A escuridão era um manto que escondia as ameaças, e o silêncio, uma arma mortal. A cada instante, a resistência dos moradores diminuía, enquanto as criaturas pareciam ganhar força, como se alimentassem do medo e do desespero que permeavam o ar. E, no fundo de tudo isso, uma pergunta ainda sem resposta pairava no ar: se as barreiras foram derrubadas, foi por acaso ou por um ato deliberado?

NOTAS OOC:

› O plotdrop se inicia às 00h, com as estrelas cadentes. a escuridão total com o barulho das barreiras às 2h45. A escuridão acabará na sexta-feira aos 12h, no súbito da noite para o dia. › A reação de seu personagem sobre isso é exclusivamente dele: ele pode se desesperar, fazer piada, ter tido visões sobre isso anteriormente (caso seja condizente com seus poderes), ficar dentro de casa, explorar o mundo lá fora, tentar sair da cidade, criar teorias em relação aos deuses… vocês quem mandam. Somente sereias causam ataques físicos e mentais, os fantasmas são “menos” letais. › Selfparas referentes a esse plotdrop serão aceitos até dia 22/01, e valerão 30 pontos. Não esqueça de mandar no canal “pontos” do discord, para que sejam contabilizados. › Se tiverem qualquer dúvida ou precisarem de algo, nos contatem pela central do bluesky. Damos assim o início ao nosso plot. Esperamos que se divirtam!

[merry-macdonald]

“Did you hear that?” 

[coldbloodedserpant]

“Come on mousy, I know you’re in here. You can only hide for so long.” 

[missmary]

Where: Aila’s home, front doorstep When: 13th October 1982 Who: Mary && @ailajohnson​

Checking the Prophet daily was almost an obsession, always praying as she did that she wouldn’t read a name she knew. It was a constant tension and yet after a while of every name being a stranger, she had lulled herself into a false sense of security. So for an article to name not one person she knew, not two people, but three was enough to almost make her heart stop.

The first place she wanted to go was Kenna’s but magic was still something of a tetchy subject with her sister. Mary had never told her that Isaac was a wizard and didn’t plan to even with this news. She definitely couldn’t show up already knowing Rosalind was dead when there was a chance Kenna didn’t know yet. There was some news that moved more quickly in the Muggle world but death wasn’t one of them. Particularly sudden tragedies that the Muggles would have no explanation for. So, Mary didn’t go to Kenna first. She went to Aila.

Except, Aila wasn’t there.

Mary’s heart was beating double time. Her fingers were grey from the crumpled paper that was still in her hand and her eyes darted around the street, back to the door, over her shoulder, through the window. Maybe the paper had downplayed it. Maybe she was hurt. She could be lying half-dead in a ditch somewhere all because of Isaac.

Isaac.

Because of Isaac. Mary couldn’t believe it but looking at the paper again through floods of tears and the letters still hadn’t changed. The paper fluttered away from her fingers as she sank down to sit on the doorstep. Their last conversation was starting to make sense in such a horrible way and yet also not make any sense at all. Isaac had attacked Aila. Isaac had killed Rosalind. Mary’s head was a jumbled mess and she couldn’t breathe and oh god—

[beeavery]

The Aurors gave them the go-ahead to leave the Lestrange box and Brenton left as if it had been an inconvenience to be stuck there instead of a handy alibi. The crowd had descended into chaos and he had missed most of it but he could see the collapsed stand and blood ran cold when he realised it was where he had been sat earlier. With Rabastan. If he got hurt because Brenton had chosen today to prove he was capable of following orders...

He fought against the crowd, away from the exit that most of them were streaming for. A hex flew by, hitting someone a few metres over and Brenton turned automatically to look for the source, breath catching when his eyes fell on her. “Freya.” Then, louder to reach her over the crowd. “Freya!” He pushed passed someone, vaguely aware of them grumbling behind him and reached out for her, looking for signs of injury. “Are you okay?” Of course she wasn’t. Her reaction had been his first thought when he had been given the order but if it hadn’t been Brenton, it would have been someone else.

@freyasavery​

[badtownrp-blog]

[nectarhq]

The days after an announcement like Chiron’s about Dexter Holt’s sword were always tense at camp. It’s something that lingers at the back of campers’ minds, eating away at them. As if the clouds that seem to hang above camp more and more frequently weren’t ominous and oppressive enough. However, this isn’t the first time camp has lost one of their own. Yes, these circumstances are seemingly more suspicious than usual, but there’s nothing more to than move on with their lives, right? Not for the Asclepius and Apollo cabins. Their most skilled campers are up to their shoulders stuck within the troubling aftermath. Troubling, yes. Testing blood doesn’t take all that long, but when the results came in, they felt it was needed to test them again. At least before warning Chiron, or the rest of camp. There had to be a mistake there, someone must have swapped the samples. This must be some really bad practical joke. While waiting for the blood results the sword is also tested for finger prints. Also quite a few times. Because these results just don’t make sense. Then finally, 6 days after the sword was found, a decision is made. The results are unwavering, despite the dreadful and illogical scenario they paint. And so, with heavy hearts, they bring their findings to Chiron. The next morning an announcement is made.

—— CAMP ANNOUNCEMENT

“ Good morning camp. I hope you all slept well last night. I am aware times are troubling right now, and I’m afraid I will not be able to lift that heaviness any time soon. In fact, I received some information last night which I find severely disturbing. As you all know the blood on Dexter Holt’s sword was found just five days ago, placed under the gate by an unknown being, has been tested these past few days by our medical team. They also swept the weapon for fingerprints to find out who possibly brought the sword back to camp, since they clearly know more about what has transpired on that doomed quest. However, I’m afraid that what they found will only add to the confusion. The blood belongs to none other than Dexter Holt himself. And if that isn’t unnerving enough, the fingerprints found on the hilt of the blade are only from two people. Two people who we already know. Aria Davis, and Heather McKinney. Now before - Silence please! - Before anyone decides to question any of these individuals for themselves, I’d need to tell you that we can’t allow that. Both Heather and Aria will be questioned by me personally. After this I will arrange a war council meeting which will be mandatory for all cabin counsellors. Lastly, I’d like to once again point out our support group meetings on Wednesdays. This will be all. ”

[nottsoinnocent]

Knelt on the grass without a care for her no-longer pristine dress, Melaina had done her best to patch Rabastan up before his eyes came back into focus but it was too soon and she knew it would still be incredibly painful. Her head ached, like the adrenaline of moments ago had burnt off all the champagne she had drunk and left her with a hangover and a feeling of nausea. “Hey, are you with me?” she said softly, wand moving unsteadily over his chest, assessing the damage to his ribs. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay, you hear me? I know it hurts, but I’m going to need you to let me know if you can speak.”

@diisgustednoiise​

[cxrsedmuse]

CLOSED location: downtown timeline: plotdrop #002 @inaducursehqstarters

After slipping out of the house under Damon's unconscious nose, the soulless woman walked through the downtown streets, uncertain of her next move. In passing by strangers, she could nearly feel their souls calling out to her. We have something you lack. The knife she'd borrowed from her and Damon's supply weighed heavy in her pocket. How easy it would be to maim someone and drag them back to Raymis. The contract had instilled some sort of drive in her, it seemed, a drive to hurt and destroy and steal.

Just as she was about to slip the knife out of her pocket, the streets plunged into immediate and complete darkness. Ever better for her to work in. She slipped into the shadows just as the screams started, car horns and panic covered any bad thing Elena could possibly do. But she steeled herself, looking for the right target.

[stonehill-hq]

PLOT DROP 002 - Encontrando a Deusa da Vingança

Durante a excursão organizada por Andromeda na tentativa de apresentar alguns locais para Klaus, ambos acabam adentrando em uma trilha na floresta de Stone Hill. Após algumas horas caminhando, em um apelo por descanso por parte da semideusa, os dois se aproximam de uma estrutura curiosa, semelhante a um gazebo de pedra, corroído pelo tempo. Entretanto, ao observarem com mais cuidado, descobrem se tratar de um templo esquecido e engolido pela natureza, fauna e flora, local. A figura da divindade a quem se dedica o local é irreconhecível até mesmo aos olhos do semideus tão experiente e, muito embora o certo a se fazer em uma situação como essas fosse apenas partir, ouve-se um desafio ecoar pelo local. Oferecer preces para uma divindade desconhecida era arriscado, mas nenhum dos dois parecia se atentar a isso, presos demais nas próprias palavras proferidas em frente à estátua. A consequência dessa aventura atingiu Stone Hill alguns dias depois.

A figura em questão era Nêmesis, a Deusa da Vingança, e não somente a vingança crua e sem medidas, mas aquela da justiça e da reciprocidade. Você têm o que você merece, para ganhar algo você precisa oferecer outra coisa de mesmo peso, assim a balança se mantém sempre equilibrada. A figura da deusa da vingança fora esquecida há muito em Stone Hill, afinal não havia motivos para invocar a força por vezes cruel da deusa e os moradores seguiam em paz com suas balanças levemente pendidas apenas para um lado, logo, lembrar Nêmesis da existência da cidade acabou fazendo com que a divindade descesse suas bênçãos e suas maldições para cada morador que estivesse dentro das fronteiras de Stone Hill.

OOC:

Os semideuses chamaram a atenção de Nêmesis quando fizeram as oferendas em seu templo esquecido, assim a deusa está agindo sobre a cidade oferecendo aquilo que cada um merece, ou seja, se o personagem fez algo ruim no passado o karma dele será tão ruim quanto o que ele fez. Caso seu personagem realmente seja um personagem bondoso que só ofereceu bondade aos demais, ele vai receber tudo de bom em troca. É essa a dinâmica do plotdrop.

O tempo de duração do plot é de 6 horas, tendo inicio às 16h e findando-se às 22h do dia de hoje, Quarta Feira 02/02.

Os POVs serão aceitos até sábado 05/02 às 23:59 para valerem os pontos. O POV valerá 15 pontos com adição de 5 pontos para cada pessoa que participar do POV junto e também postar o seu. Exemplo: Se você fizer um POV em um grupo de 3 onde os 3 postarem o POV então você ganhará os seus 15 pontos e mais 5 pontos dos outros 2 que também postaram totalizando assim 25 pontos para cada um do trio. 

Não é obrigatório escrever POV, mas todos que estiverem em Stone Hill DEVERÃO ser afetados pelo poder de Nêmesis, então não tem como se manter alheio a tudo o que estiver acontecendo. 

Cuidado com o GODMODDING e com o METAGAMING, os moradores não sabem o que está acontecendo, de onde está vindo essa energia, quando vai parar e se outras pessoas também estão com problemas. Mas podem especular e tentar descobrir. 

Agradecemos demais a player da Andromeda, que mandou a sugestão de plot drop junto com a player do Klaus através do nosso formulário. 

SUGESTÕES

Se o seu personagem eventualmente matou alguém (ou alguéns rs) então se prepara porque o karma vai ser pesado e normalmente Nêmesis cobra morte com outra morte.

Considerem karma “pequeno” também, exemplo, ter um dia completamente azarado onde até o fazer nada se torna algo complicado pelas interferências do universo agindo, como ir fazer uma leitura e a energia acabar. Ir tomar um chá e a caneca quebrar. Coisinhas irritantes do cotidiano que também podem servir de karma.

Agora, se o seu char foi sempre bom e sempre ofereceu seu melhor lado para os outros, talvez ele mereça uma recompensa boa, certo? Ser promovido no trabalho, ganhar na loteria, achar uma pessoa desaparecida, receber a confissão de amor da pessoa amada. A lista pode ser longa.

E como sempre: se divirtam!

Tentem jogar com pessoas que vocês ainda não tiveram contato, procurem situações para uma interação com desconhecidos, usem e abusem da tag #STONECALL para buscar plots e interações também!

[gloriedgorehq]

       i am finally home from my hell that is work, i would of been home two hours ago but i got stuck at my boss’ house ! but i’m here now, working on replies while i lurk the main and binge b99, so while that’s happening, come take a look and drop an app ? we have an event and plotdrop 002 coming soon !

[violet-danes]

Violet was upstairs in bed when she first heard an eruption of noises. She shot up straight in bed, panic flooding her as she recognised the type of noises she could hear. Crawling to the end of her bed, she moved her curtain back to take a peek outside. Her chest tightened as she saw the dark mark light up the sky. The witch couldn’t help but to look down at her scarred arm, the raised angry red marks creating the same symbol that was spread across the night sky. She was frozen in place trying to decide what to do when she first heard a bang coming from downstairs. Scrunching her eyes shut, she held her breath as she tried to listen for any other noises. Footsteps could be heard pacing the wooden floorboards downstairs. The blonde slowly crept down the stairs, willing herself to be brave, hoping it would just turn out to be Andrew. “Andrew?” She called out quietly.

[cxrsedmuse]

closed — @salvatcres timeline: plotdrop #002 tw: blood, knives, violence

The dagger nearly vibrated in her hand as she drew it, keeping it close to her leg and out of sight in the darkness. Its power thrummed through her, spurring her on. As if being in its near presence was a danger. She'd let the idiotic and way-too-young for her man press her up against the brick wall of the alleyway. He whispered flirtatious and frankly meaningless things in her ear. She only nodded, giving a soft mhm, smiling at him and batting her eyelashes, just to keep him interested.

With her hand wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, she moved as he did. One for a kiss, the other for the kill. The dagger sank into his abdomen with one quick strike. See, who was Damon to say she couldn't protect herself? She was strong. The man slumped forward onto her and she made a face. Gross. She shoved him away from her, keeping her hand firmly on the dagger. He fell backward, landing hard on the ground. But Elena's eyes were focused on the glowing dagger in her hand, watching the blood spread from the tip to the handle, filling the circle at the center. It grew hot in her hand, so much so that it nearly burned, but she held, waiting for the ritual to complete. Once the dagger appeared clean again, and the inset circle filled, she pressed her thumb to it. That same electrical feeling thrummed through it and her, as the blood vanished completely and the dagger went dormant again.