#plotdrop;002

[easthavenhq]

East Haven's 4th of July Firework Show Accident

Everything was normal as Mayor Clairmont announced the start of the fireworks show. The crowds watched from the boardwalk, their seats on rides, boats around the lake, or around the park as the colors lit the night sky over Primrose Lake. Around 9:47pm, however, things took a turn...

Welcome to East Haven's second plot drop! Due to the nature of the plot, more details as well as those with serious injuries will be listed under the cut. Reminder that minor injuries are open and anyone could have them. If you have any questions, let us know!

Triggers for under the cut: Fireworks, explosion, fire, drowning, blood, surgery, injuries including: concussions, burns, broken bones, internal bleeding, head injuries

As the fireworks show started to get ready for the big finale, two local teens decided to go down and rearrange some of the fireworks. The person in charge of the fireworks saw them and in the panic of things, the fireworks got knocked over and started shooting towards the crowd. Panic ensued while the worker tried to stop it, but the fire extinguisher tried to get it out. Finally, someone ran up and pushed the rest in the water, stopping the threat, but not stopping the chaos.

Throughout the panic, rides were left without someone to stop them, booths were caught on fire, and people were running everywhere for cover. Multiple injuries have been reported ranging from minor to more severe ones and here is the details on those:

While working with his fellow firefighters, Callum Jackson was trying to help some volunteers out of Heart & Seoul's food booth when the whole thing came down. The volunteers were able to escape, but Callum ended up getting a broken arm, cracked ribs, and had to be taken into emergency surgery for internal bleeding.

Beyza Senkan was watching the fireworks with Diego Castro and their son, Devrim, when the fireworks started towards them. Devrim fell into the water and being the swimmer she is, Beyza jumped right in. At the same time, a vendor selling balloons pushed his cart to get out of the way and it fell into the water after them. While she was able to get Devrim, her ankle got caught in the some string of the booth and it started pulling on her as it was wrapped around a tank of helium. She passed Devrim to Diego and not wanting either to panic, said she'd swim down the dock to get up and told Diego to get their son out of there. She ended up going under to try to get loose, but the cart kept making her sink further down. Emre Ediz, his daughter seeing what happened, ran over and dove into the water and helped Beyza get loose, but not before she lost consciousness. He performed CPR on her and saved her life.

Reagan Flores was on the Ferris wheel with Dana Allen-Lopez when a firework hit it; causing it to stop and more coming at them. Trying to get them down, Reagan started climbing down the ride, only for more fireworks to head her way. At one point, one came close to her causing her to fall from where she was, landing on her feet: breaking her leg and ankle. She also suffered burns from the firework as it exploded against the Ferris wheel.

Seeing the panic, Chantel Bedford started helping people get out of the line of fire in the fireworks. As a firework hit Busy Bee's booth, she went to get out of the way only to shatter her ankle in the process; leaving her unable to move and giving her burns as well from the firework. She ended up needing minor surgery to fix her ankle.

During the chaos, Piper Fulton was riding on the Paratrooper when the person in charge of it abandoned the ride, leaving it going around and around. Debris from the Ferris wheel breaking landed on the ride causing it to stop and the people riding started to get off. From her height, she ended up falling and breaking her leg.

Simon Heywood was knocked around when the people of East Haven started to panic from the uncontrolled fireworks. In the midst of all of this, he fell to the ground where he sustained some cuts from debris. After he got back up from running, he side swept a pole trying to dodge more people and dislocated his shoulder in doing so because of the quick and hard blow to it.

When the chaos started, people started to run away from the fireworks and Lenny Clairmont was in the middle of it all. Looking for her husband in her own panic, she was knocked over by people and left on the ground. No one was paying attention to her as they stumbled over her multiple times. Lenny was not found until after the people had cleared out from the area and she will be left unconscious for several days with bruisings on multiple areas of her body.

As fireworks ended up in places that people didn't expect, Daisy Levitt came to the rescue while she was working around the Whack A Mole game at the carnival. She saw that people were panicking and running for safety. Due to her nature, she went into firefighter mode and began helping people get to safety without much regard to her own. While doing so, she sustained several burns that she had to get checked out at the hospital.

While trying to escape the chaos, a firework started to head towards Roman Rhodes, expelling shrapnel as well, who was watching the show with Andrew Jackson. Noticing a firework heading their way, Roman used his body as a shield to protect Andrew and got hit. This ended up with him having serious burns on his back and smaller ones on his left arm and left side of his face.

Viktor Pierce was trying to escape the park when a firework hit the Whac-a-Mole game and the debris hit him in the head, leaving in him unconscious for several minutes. Upon being looked at by EMTs, it was told he had a severe concussion.

Attraction Damage

The Ferris Wheel was running at the time of the fireworks show. Upon being hit by a firework, it stopped working and then was hit again minutes later.

The Paratrooper was running as well and was abandoned by the person running it. Broken parts from the Ferris Wheel got into the parts of the ride and ended up stopping it.

The Plane Ride was quickly stopped by the operator and parents got their kids off as quick as possible. Moments later, a firework hit the ride. No kids were harmed.

The Whac-a-Mole, Ball in a Bucket, and Busy Bee Botanical's booths were all hit by fireworks, causing them to burn.

Heart & Seoul Korean BBQ's booth was hit by a firework and collapsed while burning.

Davino's and Barb's Bistros booths were hit with fireworks as well.

The Aftermath

On July 5th, volunteers gathered at the park and helped clean up despite the rain. With everyone working together, the rides that were able to started running that afternoon after tests were done. However, the rides, games, and food booths above are closed for the rest of the carnival.

Everything on the lists were chosen at random.

[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?"

[bairdhq]

#𝗕𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗗𝗛𝗤  is  a  discord  roleplay  with  optional  subplots  that  takes  inspiration  from  the  hit  hulu  series  tell  me  lies.  following  college  students  trying  to  navigate  their  independence,  relationships,  and  friendships  while  struggling  with  their  own  inner  demons.  with  an  interactive  anonymous  gossip  channel  and  monthly  events  and  plotdrops,  bairdhq  aims  for  creative  and  character  development  !

001.     take  a  look  at  the  plotline. 002.     look  over  the  rulebook  of  campus. 003.     the  optional  subplots  are  known  to  be  juicy. 004.     click  for  the  full  navigation.

admin  status   :   online   /   offline roleplay  status   :   possible  reopening  post-holidays mun  count   :   1/25  (admin  included)

reserves  under  the  cut  :

n/a

[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​

[themisunderstoodslytherin]

Self Para || Cain and Abel

It was early hours in the morning when the screams first erupted. Spencer had been sat in the old wooden chair positioned by the window, sketching in an old book he’d come across, when he noticed a flash in the sky. A familiar mark lit up the night sky. The male felt panic set in him as his mind flickered to Andrew and his friends. He had to get them as quick as he could to help, images of Violet’s crumpled up body burned in his memory, he couldn’t let anything like that happen again. Just the idea of seeing his friends in that position made his blood run cold. The death eater was well aware that he wasn’t supposed to be worrying about anyone in the order, he wasn’t on their side, but it was hard not to. So much had changed during his time as a prisoner. The wizard shook his head realising he’d been lost in his own thoughts shooting up to his feet he made his way to the door knowing he had to go out and help - or at least locate Andrew and his friends. As his hand turned the doorknob he noticed it wasn’t opening. He shook the hand desperately, sighing as it didn’t budge. Well, at least they’d learnt their lesson from last time, it looked like none of the prisoners were escaping to join in on the chaos without someone coming to release them first.  A few hours had passed, Spencer was sat on the floor with his head resting against the door as he listened to the death eater’s screams and laughter, he could only imagine the kind of havoc the were wreaking upon the town. He tried to keep his mind busy but he found it repeatedly flicking back to the blond male who could have been lying in a ditch for all Spencer knew. The male let out a small sigh banging his head repeatedly against the door. Furrowing his brows together, he paused after hearing a noise coming from the corridor. Footsteps. Someone was outside. Muffled voices came from the other side of the door, he couldn’t work out what was being said but he was pretty sure he recognised the two voices. Spencer pushed himself to his feet and stepped away from the door nervously. “Alohomora.” The door clicked open. “Spencer.” The male wasn’t sure how to reply so he just forced a smile to his face. “Father.” He nodded at his brother acknowledging his presence too. They’d come to take him home. The only issue was that he didn’t want to go. He couldn’t go, not without knowing Andrew was safe first. Wracking his brain he tried to think of a way to get out of it but before he even had the chance to say anything he saw his father nodding at his brother before gesturing to Spencer with in his head. The Slytherin furrowed his brows together not understanding what was going on. “I’ll see you back at home once you dealt with this.” His father stated looking at his older brother before turning around and leaving. Dealt with this? Dealt with what? None of this was making sense but it sent a chill down the male’s spine. Something wasn’t right. “Hello little brother.” His brother greeted him with a sinister smile. Spencer stepped back away from his brother, confused and anxious. “Alarte Ascendare ” His brother shouted aiming his wand at him. The spell launched Spencer into air hitting the ceiling before falling and hitting the floor. A groan left his lips as he rubbed his aching arm before placing a hand on his head. He hiss, pulling his hand back to find blood. The male looked at his brother as if to ask what he was doing. Spencer went to push himself to his feet but before he could his brother sent another spell his way “Incarcerous”, the young wizard fell to his feet once again as cords shot from his brother wand and wrapped themselves around him. He found himself wriggling trying to free himself from the binds that had him bound and gagged but it was no use. Then there were those familiar words, the ones his father liked to use against him. “Crucio” Spence began to writhe on the floor. Screams falling from his lips, the cloth gagging him unable to muffle the cries. Pain filled his body, his skin felt like it was on fire and being pierced repeatedly by hot knives. The male had no control over his body that began to shake and vibrate with pain before finally falling still. His brother repeated the curse a further three times laughing while doing so. “You’re so weak, you always have been.” His brother spat watching Spencer squirm in pain. His brain felt almost numb, he was disorientated as he fell in and out of consciousness.  The male’s brother hit him with a defensive charm, sending a charge of electricity through him to wake him up. Spencer’s eyes slowly flickered open, but he struggled to keep them like that for long. He just wanted to sleep, for the pain to end. A small cough wracked his chest. “Come on now brother, you need to be awake for this. How else will you learn? What? You thought we wouldn’t find out that you’ve been getting friendly with the order? You’ve brought shame to our name once again. Blood traitor.” Without another word he used a conflagration spell, burning Spencer abdomen. His screams could be heard travelling through the walls. “Crucio. Sectumsempra. Afflicto. Crucio” Spell after spell hit Spencer rendering him unconscious from the sheer amount of pain that was being inflicted on him. His arm and ribs were broken. Blood seeped through his shirt creating a puddle around him as cuts and slashes covered his bound crumpled body. “Oh and brother, father asked me to remove this for you. He no longer thinks you deserve it.” The sadistic male didn’t care his brother could no longer hear him he was having too much fun, but he’d left the best until last. “Diffindo.” And with that the male proceeded to slice the skin with the dark mark from Spencer’s left forearm leaving a bloody mess that was sure to leave a horrid scar.

[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.