dominique leans against a wall, people watching from a distance. she is quite the social butterfly herself, but she is waiting to find the perfect prey. sipping on her champagne, cat-like eyes dart across the room to analyze each of the guests. it's like all of vegas is in attendance and considering the kind of pull that the weiss family has, well, she wouldn't be surprised…
throwing back the rest of her drink, she places the glass on a nearby table. contemplating her next move, dom bites on her lower lip as she makes her way over to the open bar to order something with a little more of a kick. she steps up and orders something strong but simple – vodka soda, only for someone to end up tapping on her shoulder.
“oh shit! did i cut you?” she flashes the other a smile. “my bad… here ya go,” she nods towards the bartender, “here, take ‘em first.. i didn’t realize.”
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After the godfather of the Weiss family had stormed off with his youngest daughter, Alice was left in the lofty dining room with the rest of the guests, half the them left whispering to one another while the other half attempted to make awkward conversation about anything but what they'd just witnessed. The journalist had been furiously scribbling onto her tiny notepad, trying to catch every word that Romi Weiss had said. At first, the speech had started out like any other but as it went on, the girl was clearly devolving into some sort of...madness, maybe? There was something off about her and Alice had noticed it even before she'd tanked her speech. To be fair, she didn't really know the girl, not personally. But something was clearly going on beneath the surface, that much had been made clear. As she'd ended her toast with a dark warning to her new family members, Alice had been hanging onto her every word, trying to decipher whatever hidden message lay beneath the heiress' words. But now that the show was over, she looked across the table and said "I can't believe I thought covering this wedding was going to be boring..." There was certainly a soft spot for Romi in her heart--as much as there could be, at least, considering she was practically a stranger. Still, Alice was grateful that her own father was a kind, gentle man instead of being someone like Peter Weiss. She knew better than to not be afraid of him. "At least the food is good," she said, popping a seared scallop into her mouth.
OPEN STARTER: ( @boneyardstarters )
LOCATION: cactus ridge trailer park
DATE: january 10th, 1997
Walker stared at his bike with an expression that could only be described as annoyance mixed with a soft reluctance, he knew the thing was on it last legs but her didn’t want to let the old girl go just yet. Having been the bike he had when he joined the cats and met some of the most important people in his life, he was stupidly sentimental some would say. He had another bike, one much younger and better some would say but he didn’t think so- it didn’t have the memories attached to it that his original did. With another annoyed sigh he stood, wiping the grease from his hands with his tank top not really caring about the thing ( it was covered in the stuff anyways ). Baby blues flashing up toward the face turned toward him he gave a crooked little grin and a shrug, leaning heavily on his charms. "She wouldn't start and I love her what can I say."
for: @boneyardstarters
where: the cupid's arrow
when: may 30th, 1997
The rodeo always brought in a huge crowd to the Cupid's Arrow. Wolfgang was celebrating his third year of working at the bar, and regulars, friends, and co-workers had all turned out to celebrate. While usually a server, floating around the bar, the owners had him stationed behind bar tonight, dishing out the signature drink - the rodeo clown - as a guest tender. Wolf had dressed the part, more or less; he was wearing his brown boots, a pair of dark blue jeans, a matching cowboy hat, and - of course - a brown leather harness across his otherwise bare chest.
The bar was packed, the music was high and energetic, and a large, muscle-bound bartender named Spike was waving from his seat in the dunk tank. Wolf looked up as another patron approached him at the bar. "Why, hello there!" he said with a bright smile. "Happy rodeo days. Can I get you anything? If you get a 'rodeo clown,' you get to ring the bell. But I won't tell you what's in the drink or what happens when you ring the bell."
it seemed like a common theme for jibril as of late was trying new things. so, here he was, simultaneously having two experiences for the first time. 1. going to the drive-in, something they knew was a classic american activity. 2. seeing a western at a movie theater. they didn't know much about the genre besides it involved cowboys, but they were willing to give it a shot.
he'd managed to get a couple of his friends to tag along with him. they had all piled into a car together. jibril's already invested in the movie, devouring handful after handful of popcorn absentmindedly. but, their hand freezes mid-way to their mouth when they notice something odd. it seems like the cowboy's eyes are turning red, is it just his imagination? is the cowboy somehow getting closer too? they feel a chill run down their spine, terror clouding their senses.
he spins around to face the others in the backseat, inadvertently spilling the tub of popcorn into iris' lap. jibril wants to ask 'did you see that too?' but can't find the words, mouth opening and closing a few times. instead, they notice something even more horrifying, words written on the back windshield. he raises a trembling finger, pointing at the inscription.
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lauryn + ??? : may 30, day @ the doll house burlesque club
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rodeos weren’t a thing lauryn attended. in fact, she’d never been to a rodeo before, but it reminded her of the times when she would go to coney island. or just to central park to spend a day there. sure, it was a big city like vegas, but it felt like a small town, seeing these businesses come together and make something unique and fun. she was dressed her very best for the occasion, an all denim ensemble with cowboy boots and the hat to match. but something she knew, was dancing. sunday morning clean ups in the nears home made for a family bonding that always seemed to end up in dancing around the living room and singing into brooms. she had music in her life again, but in a different way. cosmix was something she loved, let's be real. she loved coming up with melodies and figuring out slant rhymes that would make jay-z proud. but at times, she missed just singing and dancing for the fun of it. she had those moments with the girls, but they were few and far between. she found herself in the burlesque club, sipping on a homemade lemonade and watching the dancers, trying to maneuver her feet the same way the more competent dancers did. these cowboy, west coast line dances were something that lauryn wasn’t used to. sure, it had been a few years since she properly danced, but she wasn’t afraid to try. settling down her lemonade, she turns to a person sitting at a nearby table. “join me for a dance? or are you one of the ones with two left feet who can’t keep a tune?” her tone is playful as she tips her hat towards them and extends a hand.
TAG LURKERS: we are in search of the house mom for glitter gulch lounge and the owner of the doll house as co-hosts for our event !
break out the spurs from the back of your closet and get your country groove on... the desert is coming to life this spring for a buck off the mustang right into the spirit of a festival. three clubs across the city have come together to host the event inside and outside their premises: cupid's arrow, glitter gulch lounge, and the doll house, put together by wolfgang dimarco and [WANTED: HOUSE MOM OF GLITTER GULCH LOUNGE AND OWNER OF THE DOLL HOUSE BURLESQUE].
cupid's arrow drag queen club will be boasting the bulk of the hired entertainment. the local circus has rolled up for the rodeo, complete with a mime in full clown makeup. there's something a little off about him... aw, who cares ?? drink up with cocktails served by wolfgang dimarco and every purchase of a drink goes directly toward the dunk tank for our volunteer. ring the bell and drop them directly into ice cold water. the snacks (funnel cakes, fried oreos, corndogs, slushies, popcorn, kettle corn, etc) are being handed out from handmade stands by the drag queens at the club !
the doll house burlesque club is the place to be if you want to get your groove on tonight -- country music from a local band fills the room as people clumsily move out-of-tempo to a two-step. hot-diggity-dog ! dancers and singers that normally frequent the club as its employ are serving fresh squeezed flavored lemonade and alcohol with a big ol' smile on their faces and flowers pinned in their hair, which can be bought from the stands found inside the venue.
last but not least, glitter gulch lounge is catering to the more... eclectic aspects of the rodeo. a mechanical bull inside the building, and an actual hog lasso contest on the outside with cash prizes to the first lucky few that manage to win either one. up for a little mud wrestling after its all said and done ? fear not, the lounge is serving up a wealth of baked goods if you find yourself working up an appetite after all that hard work -- cream pies and lemon squares and blondie bars galore. round up the friend group and come have a rootin' tootin' good time !
SPECIAL TASKS CHARACTERS SHOULD TRY TO COMPLETE DURING THE PLOT DROP:
buy a flower from the charity stand and give it to someone
try to stay on the mechanical bull for at least 8 seconds
trade off dance partners with a stranger at the hoe down
for the boo crew ... investigate the haunted funnel cake stand
(optional) if you'd like to create an outfit for your character, post using the tags boneyardtask and boneyardrodeo
YEEHAW... or YEESAW ?
all new threads must take place during the event, but you may continue previous threads and responding to previous opens. tag your new opens with boneyardplotdrop and boneyardrodeo.
out of character, this plot drop will run from may 19th to june 11th, there will be continual developments between these dates. the in-character dates for this event is set in the year of 1997 from friday, may 30th to sundown on sunday, june 1st.
reaction role scenarios will start/drop on thursday, may 21st, but this general plot drop is now open for interactions !
if you have a scenario in the react roles, please feel free to interact outside of your scenario setting and we encourage posting open starters / gathering interactions with others.
giddy up and stick to the theme ! put on your best rootin', tootin' cowboy garments and test your luck on the big ol' mechanical beast.
Romi looked at herself in the mirror, the sounds of chatter and drinks clinking just outside the bathroom door. She'd just finished taking family photos with her new step-mommy and step-brother and she was itching to get away from this whole thing entirely. While she usually used with her hookup, per their agreement, she'd gotten antsy in preparation for a day like today and she'd tracked down another helpful hand in the past few weeks to get her what she needed. She couldn't do this shit fucking sober, not a chance. Moving quickly, she took a bump out of the necklace that hung around her neck, looked at herself in the mirror, and thought You can do this. It was just one little speech. How bad could it be?
On her way to her seat at the Weiss family table, she stopped by the bar and got a glass of champagne. She didn't usually drink but then again, she didn't usually do a lot of the shit she was getting herself into these days. In fact, she was starting to believe that it didn't actually make one damn difference either way. Who cared if she was partaking in her old habits again? Not many people seemed to notice, anyways, especially not her father. Did she want him to notice? Maybe a part of her did. She wasn't sure.
In celebration of his newly wedded bliss, her father had asked her to make a speech in his honor. Obviously, she'd agreed to it almost immediately--after all, it's not like there was really any other answer than 'yes' when the Don of the Weiss family asked you for a favor. Last week, she'd sat down to write it. She was hungover, sure, but she'd been sober and she'd spent a good three hours writing something down, erasing it, starting over, and struggling to find anything positive to say about this new blended family situation they all found themselves in. But she could not for the life of her find something nice to say. What could she say? Their mother was gone and regardless of what might've happened over the past year, the initial reason for her absence had been at the hands of their father. Or at least, that's what she suspected. Did she have any actual proof? Well, no, not really. But she had her suspicions. Then there was Petra, whose demise most definitely did lay in Romi's hands. Perhaps father and daughter were more alike than she cared to admit.
Regarding her new immediate family, she wasn't a huge fan. To her, it was clear that Cherry had no intention of being Romi's new mommy, not like the blonde wanted that anyways. Still, she hadn't even really seemed interested in getting to know Romi or Cassandra. And Elias? He was so clearly out for himself. Was she being paranoid? Maybe. But she didn't think so, not really. She could feel the position of underboss slipping through her fingers all over again and here Elias was, probably willing and ready to take it away from her. No way Elias was going to weasel his way into that position. He couldn't. It wouldn't be fucking fair. But were things ever fair in this family?
Suddenly, the day-of coordinator came running up to Romi, stressing about how she needed to go line up for the presentation of the family. Jesus. This dog-and-pony-show never fucking ended, did it? Lining up in the procession, her sister by her side, she gave Cass a look that could only be translated as 'This is bullshit.' Did Cass know she was high? She hoped not. Pull yourself together, she told herself. She plastered on a smile as the DJ announced the Weiss daughters. Soon after, Romi sat back and sipped on her champagne as she watched the newlyweds dance and smile at each other. "They barely fucking know each other," she said to Cass under her breath. At the very least, it was good to know that, for all intents and purposes, it seemed that the sisters' feud was behind them.
Then came the toasts. Romi's stomach churned as she got up and walked over to the DJ booth. She'd been nervous about this all day and now, with all of these people looking at her, she could tell that she was starting to sweat. Maybe it was too hot in here--maybe it was the coke. Or maybe it was all of these eyes staring at her, waiting for the darling baby daughter of the Weiss clan to dote on her father once again, as she always had. Even though she feared him, and even hated him at times, she wanted his approval so fucking badly. But as she stood up here, she couldn't help but think about how this was all one big fucking joke.
"Hi everyone. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Romi--I'm the groom's daughter. I know we're all so happy to be here tonight to celebrate the union of these two incredible people," she said, her perfectly white smile painted onto her face, as if it had always been there. She'd just started and already, this was a fucking load of horse shit. "When I first met Cherry, I could tell that my dad was smitten--call it love at first sight, I guess." Bullshit. "You know, it's quite amazing, actually. They say when you know, you know--and my dad must've known right away because these two only got engaged less than two months ago. Isn't that wild?" She was still smiling but in the back of her throat, she could taste the bitterness creeping up, getting closer and closer to spilling out. The coke was wearing off by now and she needed another bump--but she was stuck here at least until this speech was over.
"Of course, no one could ever forget our mother. She was my father's first love and she'll always be here with us," she said, putting her hand up to her heart. "But Cherry, I already know that you're such an incredible mother and we're so happy to welcome you and Elias to our family. I think you two fit in quite well already." After all, they seemed power-hungry and greedy and out for themselves. They'd fit right in! Was she projecting? Totally. But she couldn't fucking help herself. "The Weisses can be a bit prickly at times, of course, so just be careful," she laughed, as if it were actually a joke. "We can be a bit vengeful, us Weisses. Like, uh... When I was little, my sisters and I were gifted the Barbie dreamhouse." Even now, with just those few words, she could see her father's expression turn from irritated to dark--a look that on its own said 'Don't you fucking go there.'
"I mean, this Barbie dreamhouse had everything, even a little elevator to put your dolls in! Our mother said she'd picked it out for us--it was our one big gift at Hanukkah that year. We were told we'd have to share it--a hard feat for little girls." She didn't want to look at Cassandra--if she could step to the side and apologize for what she was about to do, she would, but that wasn't possible. Perhaps she should've remembered to say goodbye before she'd opened her big mouth but she couldn't stop now. "Anyways, one day, we were bickering about who got to play with what dolls--you know sisters, they only want what the others have. And we must've been so annoying to our dad because he comes out and he screams at us to stop fighting over these damn dolls. And of course, I start weeping as soon as he raises his voice." As she told the story, she was chuckling, as if it wasn't a core memory for her, something that that would be lodged in her brain forever.
"And so he's yelling at us, we're all starting to cry, and then he says 'Fine. Nobody gets a fucking dreamhouse.' And then he gathered all of our Barbie dolls and our dreamhouse on the lawn and set it on fire--made us all watch. It was supposed to be some sort of...lesson, about being ungrateful. I'll never forget the smell of that burning plastic--and there the three of us are, standing there, crying, watching our Barbie dreamhouse go up in flames." The room was quiet--painfully, awkwardly quiet--but she knew she had their attention now. Her father was still seated. "And I did learn a very valuable lesson that day," she continued, now looking right at her father. She was smiling but it wasn't a happy one. It was full of ire and a hunger for revenge. "Which is to always be grateful for what you're given. Because if you're not, even for a second, you'll spend the rest of your fucking life making up for it. And even then, even after you've kissed the feet of the king and begged for his coveted forgiveness, he still won't give it to you." She continued to look at her father for one more moment before smiling back at the new family additions. "So Cherry and Elias, welcome to the family--and beware of the wrath of the Weisses." She held her champagne flute up and signaled for others to do the same before downing it. By the time she'd put the glass down, her father was already taking her by the arm, dragging her to a secluded room...
