#hwevent01

the city of washington has grown, the population soaring as more and more people are drawn from their homes, dragged into a world unfamiliar, or eerily similar to a life they believe to know. residents cannot explain, those in charge are at a loss as well, no one can figure out what has caused such power to swell. could it be the increase in citizens? the pooling of powers from across universes here within the city? whatever it is, the magic within washington has begun feeding from it, growing stronger and stronger, more and more people being dragged here and more minds being wiped of their pasts.

as the hours have ticked by, days becoming weeks, the magic seems to be taking on a mind of its own, waves like wind swirling through the streets. it has become unmanageable, unstable and off balance. there was not enough time for it to adjust to the growth in numbers and in strength, and it needs to be released, no cares of who gets trapped in the midst of it. those unlucky enough to be lost in the windstorm of magic are unable to fight it, their minds being wiped clear of their memories from before, or it has given them the memories they once lost back. the extend of the damage the waves can cause is unknown. it is unpredictable, no one knows how it works, or a way to stop it from surging again.

the only solution that could be thought of was to create safe houses, designating areas that those with magic had sealed off, keeping the residents safe for the time being while they work on a solution to keep the magic at bay once more. they hope not to keep the town locked away for long, pooling whatever magic control the magic once more. but until then, all residents are to stay out of the streets, to keep to their designated safe houses and not risk their lives to find their loved ones. we will all be reunited once the threat is gone.

no, there was no time for panic, she couldn’t focus on the flashes going through her brain. she couldn’t focus on anything but helping her people. and so leia stood taller, once more, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she approached the first person she saw. “are you doing alright? can i get you anything?”

High school. Not the fondest of memories for Sam. I mean, he didn’t resent high school or anything, really he enjoyed it. Or, he did when he got to spend more than a week at one. He was also picked on, ridiculed for his academics, his scrawny frame, and never quit being as “cool” as his big brother. HIgh school was pretty run of the mill for Sam - a jumble of emotions he didn’t quite know how to identify, let alone know how to live through.

Crushes on girls, stresses of the upcoming exam, endless hours of homework and striving to get the grades he knew would be good enough to get him away. Yeah, high school was pretty average.

Just eliminate the hopping to a new one every week. Or the above par fighting skills he had to use against teens with rotten hearts. Or the werewolf gankings, vampire slaying, and demon hunting. Super normal.

Sam didn’t see himself ever coming back to high school. He had enough of it, four years and another visit to one of his past haunts. Meeting with the teacher who told him he could do exactly what he wanted, pursue the life he deserved. To see the child, the friend, Sam had sought to protect. Enough of that, though, he didn’t want to dwell.

He was leaning against a set of lockers in Woodrow Wilson High School now. A new location for him - in both high school terms and general DC. He had wind burns across his cheeks when he tried to watch the wind. Tried to decipher what it was, how it was moving, was it sentient? Could he save these people before this chaotic wind took control?

It became too much, and to Sam’s great reluctance he took shelter wherever he could. He had tried to console, tried to stay stoic and keep a level head.

But he lost Dean, again.

And he was trapped. Caged. Forced into a small space where he wasn’t in control.

It was breaking his resolve.

He slammed his head against the lockers, they offered a rattle of disagreement in return. His cell was loosely held in his fingers - the signal spotty at best. He’d tried calling Dean hours ago.

Mon-El (DC Comics) ; group 3. 

Castiel (Supernatural) ; group 5. ( @seraphichearts )

Elsa (Frozen) ; group 3. ( @algifichearts )

Dean: Dude! Where in the hell are you? I just tried calling you only five billion times but the call kept dropping.

not delivered!

Dean: What the hell?! Trying this again. SAM? ARE YOU GETTING THIS?

not delivered!

Dean: Dude, I am going to throw this fucking thing across the damn room. This cell service is shit all of a sudden. Where are you?

hello members, good morning/afternoon/evening/night, and welcome to the first day of our event! the event has now officially begun, and with that, please pause all conversations outside of the event until it has concluded on the 28th of march. all members are allowed to make ONE starter per MUN. not per character! for today alone! please remember to tag your posts with “hwevent01″ and the locations in which your character is being kept! and please, if you would like your character to be affected by the winds, message us as soon as possible! 

and remember, if you have any question either refer to the original event post, or feel free to ask away!! 

most importantly, members, have fun and mix it up!! enjoy!!!

members, my dears, first off, let me just start by saying thank you so much for the activity and love and excitement that was felt throughout this event!! we’re so happy that it was as successful as it was, and that you all seemed to enjoy yourselves!! we cannot wait until our next event now because of that!! but with that being said, the first event of hiddenwashington has come to a close! sad but true! please, from this point on, do not post any new conversations regarding the event (new starters, or replies to event starters)!! that being said, you may continue to wrap up your event conversations, put a nice ending to them, or adapt them to work outside the event!! from here on out, the dash will be going back to it’s normal interactions, and feel free to start writing accordingly!! to make that transition easier, each mun will be allowed ONE free starter, just like the start of the event, for today only! tomorrow, our rules go back into place full force! remember that is one starter per mun! not per character!! and please try not to spam the tag, if you see a lot in there already, reply to them first before posting your own or we will remove this allowance immediately!! but again, we just want to thank you all for the support of this event, and look forward to seeing how your characters react now that they are freed from their safe houses, memories altered or not!!

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