#apx:plotdrop

At first the public screams serial killer. The killings are gruesome, seemingly random, and difficult to believe could be the work of wild beasts.  Does california even have wild beasts? No one’s sure and as the bodies start piling up, rumors, paranoia, and fear runs rampant.

No one knows where the whispers originated but word spreads like a contagion and before long, even the least connected of people have heard murmurs of two feral wolves causing havoc in the city.  Instead of uniting people against a common goal, it breads further chaos in the city of San Francisco.

The city imposes a state-wide curfew. No one is permitted outside the home after 9pm - for their own safety. Park rangers from surrounding counties have been summoned to the city, searching the wooded areas in the city for any trace of these so-called beasts.

But that’s not all.

Local Medium Patricia Figalio was found brutally attacked in her home. What’s strange about her death is not that she was murdered, no, but the frantic scrawling of a single phrase on every visible surface in the house. It’s on the walls, scratched into the floor, doodled in the margins of notebooks, and even carved into her arm.  

“ think doll as a. ”

What does the phrase mean? No one knows but it haunts all those who’ve seen it.  Is it a warning? Last words? Omen of things to come? Only time will tell.

SUMMARY

People are dying. Their bodies are found mangled and torn to pieces, as if ripped apart by wild beasts. Rumors start to spread of two feral wolves causing havoc in the city. A medium is found dead with the words 'think doll as a' scribbled everywhere in her house.

'Think doll as a' is an anagram. the first person who can figure out what it means is allowed to have a character of theirs play a crucial part in the next plot drop.  Once you think you know what it is, submit your guess to the main!

Please integrate this plot drop into all your new threads. No special tag needs to be used.  The bodies started turning up this week and “think doll as a” was found scribbled in Patricia Figalio’s house on JULY 11, 2030.

it all started with a sudden influx of ...  new faces. people from everywhere, supernatural or not, drawn to this place with no explanation solid enough. the dead keep rising from their graves, a mystery someone has yet to find an answer for. nobody knows why.

MAY 2, 2030. it starts off small, nice and slow. a few snowflakes begin to drop from the skies, at a gentle pace. “ snow? now? it’s almost summer! ” many must have said that. even then, it wasn’t that weird ( global warming, anyone? ) until it suddenly is. the snow grows more abundant and temperatures drop overnight. 

on the morning of may 3rd, the people of san francisco woke up to abundant snow and freezing temperatures. 

WELCOME TO THE BAD PLACE. SOMETHING IS COMING.

PLOT DROP 2.01: OOC INFO.

hello, all! welcome back! the roleplay has just entered its second phase ( or ‘season’, how we call it ), after a successful revamp. more details on what this means will follow later, but for now ...  the plot drop!

this is the first of many plot drops and events to come and it’s the beginning of our new story. what it is exactly will remain a secret for now.

please integrate this plot drop into all your new threads. no special tag needs to be used.

The boiling point had long since been reached. If not for the spell over the house and the inability to be outside, fights would of abounded. Time was begging to pass and a certain someone’s anger was festering. Medusa had struck a bargain. In trade for her ‘help’ would be Poseidon’s demise. Make the fools believe there was a spell turning them to stone if they went beyond a certain point. It was tedious but effective. Plus the little power boost form her benefactor was all too fun. Seeing them scared out of their wits was almost worth it. Almost. It became apparent however, there was no care in her ‘partners’ part of the deal. They didn't care about killing Poseidon. 

So, for lack of a better term, she snitched. Phoebe Halliwell. The name was in the crowd and then all eyes were on the amnesiac witch. There was no deniability. Instead, her eyes turned black. Only for a moment though, before adjusting to normal, only this time with a sneer on her face. Laughter followed, at all the confusion among everyone else. 

“She seemed so nice.”

“Isn’t she a mother?”

“I thought she had amnesia?”

“I’m sorry.” She began to say, though one thing was apparent. She was, in fact, not sorry. “I couldn’t resist. I had to test them about. My powers.” Gleamed eyes scanned over the crowd. “I know you’re around here somewhere. All of you. You think you could keep it secret? What you did to US?” A chuckle. “That voice...” she looked over the crowd, instilling fear in most. “That voice was not lying. The Gods? Your Gods? They’re here. And you... you’ve seen nothing yet.” 

Then the women collapsed. A LIGHT emitted from her body, disappearing out the door before one could even process it. Then the smoke began to clear, the red color fading and people began to disperse. As all prepared to leave a beam of light emerged into the sky. A beacon. A special beacon, for special people. Demigods. 

The whole idea of the party had sprung with good intent. But, like Phoebe Halliwell, had been hijacked. Millennias ago, when the Gods had their powers sealed and were stuck as mortals, not all of them took it laying down. After securing her child’s life, Demeter secured her own. Demeter became a vampire, an old one with ties to many powerful witches. Witches who had no problem sending her into a different body when asked. 

The Godess turned vampire had passed Phoebe Halliwell and sensed her power in a instant. Without hesitation she had a witch send her into the vessel. She allowed the witch to ride front and center most of the time. The key word being most. Demeter wanted to test her regained abilities, and what better way then trapping everyone while her beacon went out. The beacon itself had been in the works since the supernatural’s entrapment in San Francisco. Though she had no desire to see Zeus, Hades or Poseidon, demigods themselves were always helpful. 

It was only after the message all had heard that Demeter realized how close the big three were. That they could see her beacon and put an end to it before any Demigod saw it. The timing for her beacon and the party coincided perfectly, of course Demeter had to make use of it. 

Now returned to her body, power’s intact, Demeter awaits for Demigods to come. If anyone could kill a God then it’s their children, after all... 

Notes

This is part three out of three parts. The big closer!

Like once you’ve seen this post.

This is our second plot drop and event, there will be more. Just like before, for future plot drops and events we’ll be including other characters in them as well. If you’d like for it to include one of your muses, contact us. We plan to keep a list and when the next event and/or plot drop occurs  we’ll talk to you about potential roles for your muse in it.

Keep in mind your characters only know of the information Demeter ominously revealed. No one knows the beacon is for Demigods nor the one who was in Phoebe’s body was Demeter. 

A new species is now available: Demigods. We will accept all Demigods from Greek Lore. However for OCs there will only be six slots. Keep in mind their age, because only Zeus, Hades or Poseidon could be the parent of anyone relatively young. Please also contact the mun of whatever God’s child you’re applying for prior to applying for an OC. 

             The unknown figure was tired. The plan hadn’t gone accordingly, not at ALL. Then, to top it all, in order to cancel out Poseidon’s out of control power they had to interfere. Using an ace up their sleeve they’d been SAVING. 

           The Meh-Teh, those monsters couldn’t be reasoned with. They were simply mindless killing machines. THESE? They’re a bit different. 

                 However, they weren’t cruel enough to release it without at least warning. Everyone heard it, all at the same time. A telepathic connection, a one way radio, for someone to make their intentions clear. 

            ❝ ATTENTION TO ALL IT MAY CONCERN. San Francisco Residents… your gods have failed you. They have failed us all. Prepare for the worst… because I assure you, IT’S COMING.❞

                They had no problems with everyone. Not truly. They were simply angry. VENGEFUL. After all... who wouldn’t be after their powers were sealed away and they were left to ROT as mortals? 

                Prior to her power’s being sealed, Demeter had been alerted by an Oracle something was going to happen. Something bad that’d affect all the gods. So she crafted something, a backup for when everything went WRONG. However, it wasn’t for Demeter herself. No, it was for her most important person. It was for her daughter’s sake. Persephone. A seed, one that would be able to hold Persephone’s very own (at the time, mortal) soul within it. She planted it into the earth, knowing it would sprout when the time was right.

               It was exactly a year ago,  on this very night, at the start of a new year, that the time became right. The big three were out of focus, letting the world run as it was and, frankly, careless. Everything was loud, everything was bursting with light, it was new years and Persephone came back. Back, with a vengeance. 

                 Her spirit found a new vessel, and with that new vessel she made choices. First stealing the sealed lesser gods, then the sealed monsters, NEITHER of which caught the attention of the big three. They were oblivious. Actually, oblivious wasn’t the word. They simply didn’t CARE. A realization which only motivated Persephone’s wrath. 

                 They could ignore the monsters, sure. The lesser gods? Who cared. But the Olympians? No. Not even the almighty Zeus would ignore that. Of course, Persephone was right. Zeus didn’t ignore it, in fact he fought her. No... less fought. More, ZAPPED. 

                   The moment Persephone escaped her vessel soon succumb to the injuries. A death, Persephone felt. As she laid dying, she felt fury like no other. Her dying mind hatched up a plan, one she would go through with no matter what. At least... in her next life.  With closed eyes, Persephone waited for death’s CLAWS to swoop in

                   It didn’t. INSTEAD Persephone awoke in another vessel, with new eyes, a plan, and the conviction to follow through. Persephone, the goddess of Spring-- no, the goddess of the UNDERWORLD. Persephone, the goddess of the underworld became Percy Graves. 

          The dominoes are still falling into place...            Who knows what they’ll bring down next…

Other Notes:

This is our first plot, there will be more. For future plot drops and events we’ll be including other characters in them as well. If you’d like for it to include one of your muses, contact us. We plan to keep a list and when the next event and/or plot drop occurs  we’ll talk to you about potential roles for your muse in it.

No one have any idea of what has been revealed in the plot drop sans the voice warning them that bad things are to come. 

Your muses could run into Greek Mythology Monsters at will, and once they figure out what they are they, they could begin to have an inkling whats truly going on. Do all the research, start figuring it all, especially with the mentioning of Gods in the warning.