Settling down an empty glass of wine in front of her, Melissa traced the raised text of the card. The other attendees at the table were too preoccupied getting drunk themselves to notice her wavering focus. She had just finished with the 'e' in raffle when the waiter returned to give her the third glass of wine for the evening. She gave him the tip she had wrestled out of her wallet earlier when everything hadn't felt so removed, and proceeded to resume her tracing. Melissa had just gotten started with the second 'n' in winners when an unbelievably chipper voice picked up over the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the raffle winners are about to be announced.” 

The raffle. She looked down at her raffle number. She’d forgotten to put hers into the drawing when she arrived. Or maybe she hadn’t wanted to. She can’t remember. She took another sip of her wine and just stared at the numbered paper, thinking that it would end up in a box somewhere after this – crumpled up and forgotten. 

Her eyes tried to focus on the stage, where a blonde in a long black dress approached the mic. She greeted the guests with such a big, bright smile, Melissa wondered whether her face hurt and considered covering her eyes. But she didn’t, because the blonde is like flashing light, twirling on the stage like Vanna White – captivating in a way that wouldn’t let her look away. 

The woman sauntered over to the large glass bowl that sat on a stand, filled to the brim with papers of hopeful individuals looking to win some coveted item or experience or another. Melissa looked around the ballroom again, eyes sluggishly trailing over the evening gowns and tuxedos and crystal chandeliers. She wondered at how much this all cost them. How much they were shelling out in the name of charity? She was skeptical (she always was), of how much of the funds raised would actually find its way to the right people. She supposed it didn’t matter; not if people won something out of it, right?

Dragging her gaze back to the stage, she watched as the woman picked out a piece paper from the bowl, unfolding it and speaking cheerily into the microphone, “and our first winner of the night is ––”

In the weeks since the earthquake hit Grimmbrook, the town has been busy putting itself back together. Still, many of the local shops that keep the town thriving have suffered damages that are too expensive to repair right away. Several have remained closed in the week since the Spring Festival and others have owners who have loved ones with earthquake related injuries, or have some them themselves. Natural disasters are never cheap and several of Grimmbrook’s wealthiest families, including the Yao family and the Du Ponts, have come together, alongside the Mayor’s Office, to host a fundraiser at The Sherwood Hotel, in order to raise money for expenses ranging from store repairs to medical bills.  The black-tie event is open to everyone in town, in the hopes of drawing the community closer and will include an auction, raffle and many incentives to donate and help Grimmbrook heal.

ABOUT THE EVENT

The fundraiser will take place at The Sherwood Hotel on Saturday, May 9th, starting at 6pm.

There will be an auction going on throughout the night with various things up for grabs from lessons at Sebastian’s Music Store and personal baking classes at the Sugar Plum to rare items from Quasi Novi as well as a VIP stay at The Royal Flush Resort Casino.

The event will last in game from Saturday 5/9 at 6pm EST to Wednesday 5/13 at 6pm EST. This event is optional, so no worries if your character wouldn’t be present. You may continue your current threads and do event threads. We just ask that no event threads be created after 5/13.

Dress code is black tie.

It’s time to celebrate spring with Grimmbrook’s Annual Spring Festival. 

WHEN: FRIDAY APRIL 10TH 2020 TIME: FROM 8AM TO 6PM

MADISON REDDING’S MEMORIAL FRIDAY MARCH 20TH, 6PM

The sun dips in the sky, casting shadows that grow larger and larger until the town is in the dark. Bustling with movement, the streets are crowded with strangers, people who had never met Madison Redding, but that made the walk from her house to the memorial anyway. Candlelights led the way. The citizens whisper and mumbled through their moment of silence. A banner hanging across the street says WE WILL MISS YOU MADISON REDDING. The candles light up the streets as they march to the memorial setting and gather around it. Madison’s smiling face watches over the crowd from the gazebo. When her eyes catch the light, she almost looks alive. Comforting words are said, then people start approaching the makeshift altar, leaving letter, pictures, gifts, all sorts of memorabilia that reminds them of Madison. Most people only watch, like vultures feeding off tragedy. They won’t miss Madison. They didn’t know Madison. They are glad the bitch is dead.

“are you looking to bum a light, or do you have some kind of moral objection to smoking in the forest?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other. 

GRIMMBROOK’S SPRING FESTIVAL

Our second event is officially starting!! As per usual members are encouraged to post open starters on the various venues listed here or plot something beforehand. 

The event will last from today April 10th to Friday April 17th at 6pm. Members can continue non event threads if they choose to do so but we’d prefer for event threads to take priority.

We will also be posting an update half way through the event, possibly on Tuesday so keep an eye open for that. 

Don’t hesitate to reach out to an admin if you have any questions regarding the event or anything else !