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He had dressed himself in a suit - black of course, completing the look with a black shirt and tie. It had been his aesthetic the last few times that he had taken control - a timeless look that still clearly stated who he was. That was if the mortals knew enough to pay attention. Shadows twisted up out of the ground wherever his feet touched, whisping off of his person to an invisible wind from underneath his umbrella. He had hoped that he would get to take the mortal’s dogs to a park - the fact that the three reminded him so much of Cerberus made him miss his own pet - but it seemed like his brother had other plans. Or really, destroyed everyone else’s. As usual.

Passing by one of the many jewelry stores in the city (there seemed to be so much more than he expected) he reached into his pocket to find a diamond necklace had ended up there. It wasn’t a surprise, the world’s riches had always been attracted to him - and as he controlled them it just was as easy as breathing was for a mortal to take what he thought was beautiful. “Would you happen to like this?” he asked, holding out the necklace to a passerby, “I have no use for it, I have plenty more like it.” 

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Hestia loved when she was able to roam the earth again. There was always so much she missed. The warmth, the breeze, the sound of people chattering away and telling each other they loved one another. She wasn’t the Goddess of family for nothing. While the days of her being worshiped in homes were gone, she still felt important. Every time someone hosted a family gathering, every home cooked meal made, and every cup of hot cocoa enjoyed by a fireplace in winter felt just as wonderful to her.

The Goddess held a cup of coffee in one hand and walked right past a school. Little children were running out the doors and hugging their parents and loved ones. It warmed her to her core far more than a cup of coffee or tea ever would. What really caught her eye was a little child carrying a dragon toy. It felt familiar to her, and she walked right up to the small girl and her mother. “I hope you always feel like you’re the most important person in the world to someone,” she grinned at the girl. “You obviously are to your mom. That unconditional love is the most precious gift.”

Plot Drop #o2: Visit From The gods

Inspired by plot points in the films Coco and The Nightmare Before Christmas, once a year, the gods have an opportunity to manifest fully within their host bodies. This means that the abilities, personalities and traits of the Greek gods/goddesses will have a brief window to return, almost wholly.

If your character currently posses the spirit of a god/goddess, what will this look like for them? If they’re employed, will this have any affect on their place of work? If they have family close to them, how might their family handle this temporary change in behavior and ability, were the gods to display it in front of them?

If your character does not possess the spirit of a god/goddess, how might they react in the presence of a god?

Chat with your fellow members to plot out of some ideas and get some fresh threads going on the dash!

This plot drop will begin Monday Sept. 13th, which will be the date that the gods appear, and threads can continue through Saturday Oct. 16th. Have fun and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

The morgue was still cool - thankfully it’s cooling systems seemed to be fine while they were working overtime (because he didn’t want to imagine what would happen if THOSE went out). However, while he could easily hang out in there, the dogs couldn’t. With how sterile the room needed to be, he didn’t feel like deep cleaning the morgue when the heat had already zapped his energy. 

So instead, he bought a lot of ice and filled up a kiddie pool with it on the sidewalk, and let the three lay down in it. Blackberry fell asleep, Phantom whined, while Midnight had her body in the ice and her head resting in Luis’ lap. He hadn’t actually planned on talking to anyone, but as someone approached on the sidewalk, he sighed. “AC went out, if you have an appointment, you’ll want to call to reschedule,” he said, “If you live here, we’re still waiting on the repair guy.” 

Artemis stood in front of the quaint little tea room. It was elegant, full of florals and fragrant spices and the sweet smell of jam. She’d chosen this place partly because she thought Hestia would love it, and partly because she thought Athena would hate it. All Artemis wanted was some strong tea and a fruit tart. It had been so long since she’d tasted something fancy. 

She went in, gave the reservation name, and chose a corner table toward the back of the room. It was private, cozy, and perfect. Ferns draped over the cushioned corner booth, long white tablecloth brushing the floor. Tiny forks lay next to shining plates, and three lacy menus with delicate cursive lettering were arranged on the table. The quiet murmur of polite conversation was highlighted by the classical music piped through the ceiling speakers. 

Hades’ Outfit 

Somewhere, Pingu whined.

He was too fluffy for this. Even with a double coat that was supposed to help, it was too hot. Ionna knew this. Ionna also knew that the A/C in the apartment wasn’t keeping up as well as the bar, and even the bar was struggling in the mid-day heat. This building was old and wasn’t as well-insulated as it should’ve been, but that was the downside of the property.

The fans were running as high as they could. Ionna’s hair was up in something akin to a messy bun but it really looked more like a rabid furby at this point. Everything was sticky, and while she didn’t mind the heat, they did mind the sticky. The otterpop (popcicle in a plastic tube) hanging out of her mouth was a nice distraction for the moment, but it wasn’t going to last.

Pingu’s suffering, however, would if she didn’t do something about it. And so, a small corner of the bar was blocked off with the equivalent of baby gates, big, worn towels were strewn across the floor and a kiddy pool atop those.

He was meant for snow and cold. Walks in the winter could turn into a nightmare if he decided he wanted to lay in the old snow instead of come inside. And this was a bar. Ice was, for now, aplenty. And with a grunt, she hefted three large bags of ice over to what was now Pingu’s corner, situated on the entrance wall next to the Community Services office. Their liason could peek out the window and check on him, if they wanted.

The plastic bags were torn open with teeth and unceremoniously dumped into the blue, fish-patterned kiddie pool with a ruckus, and she whistled for Pingu who was patiently waiting by the stairs.

“C’mon, you big baby. It’s your favourite thing.”

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t chuckle a little at the excited sprint into his temporary but fortunately now-chilly pen. He’d quite likely stay there until it was time for either food or a walk, but either way he was quite content to lay on his frozen bed, happily panting away.

“Sorry about the noise, folks - and the wait,” she continued, walking back towards the bar, first to wash her hands and then to take her usual position at the behind the bar, making sure to toss the now-empty otterpop tube in the trash somewhere below the countertop. “Can I get you anything in particular? We’re not real keen on alcohol this early in the day with this heat - it’s dangerous, but you want what you want.”

The menus were both above the barback and on the counter, with several columns dedicated to different types of beverages, ranging from water, juice, soda - though mostly coke products if it’s not locally produced, wine, beer on tap, beer off tap, mixed drinks and cocktails, and the list went on. There was a separate menu for food including a few lunch specials, but most of it was hot food, and, well, it was already seventy-four degrees in there.

“We also have popcicles,” she mentioned, pointing to an awkwardly placed, probably new freezer stuffed absolutely full with boxes of Otterpops. 

Plot Drop #o1: H E A T W A V E

There’s nothing quite like summer in the city. Unfortunately, residents of the 5 boroughs are going to have some excess heat to look forward to, or dread soon. Although a heatwave is defined as 3 or more consecutive days at a minimum of 90 degrees (F), locals will have to endure over a week of triple digit weather. Some neighborhoods are at risk for temporary blackouts. Yikes!

This is a plot drop that will affect everyone in the RP. Although the heatwave will occur for 1 week RP time, members will have the entire month of July and a little bit of August to flesh out threads and interact with one another around this plot. For reference, the week+ heatwave will be July 11-20th but posts/threads can begin ahead of or after those dates.

Dive right into this plot and opportunities to chat up ideas with fellow members! I’ll include some questions & ideas to consider brainstorming on below the cut. Be sure to tag any starters or original posts relating to this plot drop: giaplot & giaheatwave! Again, everyone has the entire month of July, up through August 14th to enjoy this plot!