#plot drop

Em pontos muito específicos, o bloqueio já não se manifesta da mesma forma. Não desaparece por completo, claro, mas deixa de impedir o deslocamento dentro de um limite restrito dos terrenos. Pela primeira vez desde o início, torna-se possível alcançar áreas externas imediatas, ainda que sem qualquer possibilidade de se afastar do castelo ou ultrapassar os limites mais distantes.

As investigações deixam de se restringir ao interior. Sempre com cautela, sempre em grupos, sempre evitando os pontos onde a barreira já havia se mostrado instável ou perigosa, professores e alguns alunos (especialmente monitores) começam a "testar" os limites das barreiras. E é durante uma dessas patrulhas que algo é encontrado.

Em cada um dos três castelos, uma dupla de professor e monitor patrulha o Campo de Treinamento (lembre-se que parte dele está acessível, mas outra não, porque a barreira repele e impede passagem). Durante esta patrulha, a dupla percebe, com certa estranheza, que a barreira cede, perceptível através da ausência daquela resistência habitual no ar, como se o espaço tivesse simplesmente deixado de "empurrá-los" para trás. Pequenos objetos lançados à frente deixam de ricochetear ou desaparecer como antes. Em vez disso, atravessam normalmente a névoa e continuam visíveis do outro lado.

Cautelosos, mas intrigados, avançam de varinha em punho até a margem oposta. Conforme caminham, o terreno começa a se alterar de forma sutil; eles atravessam para um espaço vazio, cercado de névoa, mas muito parecido com o terreno normal de Hogwarts. O trajeto deveria levar muito mais tempo, considerando a distância visível entre os castelos, mas não leva. Depois de cerca de dez minutos de caminhada, a névoa finalmente se abre. O espaço além dela não pertence completamente a nenhum dos castelos, mas é um trecho vazio de terreno, amplo e silencioso, como uma espécie de interseção entre as três versões de Hogwarts. A grama continua a mesma, assim como o céu e o lago ao longe, mas tudo parece desalinhado.

Nesse ponto, tanto professor quanto aluno creem que a barreira cedeu de vez e os deixará avançar em direção a algum dos outros castelos. Não há resistência, nem dor, nenhuma desorientação dessa vez e a magia responde normalmente. E então eles percebem que não estão sozinhos.

Ao se aproximarem, encontram um aluno claramente pertencente a outra geração. As diferenças são imediatas, perceptíveis nos detalhes, nas roupas, na forma como se apresentam. Por alguns instantes, eles conversam e é o suficiente para confirmar o que, até então, era apenas hipótese. No entanto, a decisão é rápida, o professor interrompe, voz da razão, e diz: “Precisamos voltar, precisamos relatar isso”. Aquilo é grande demais para ser explorado sem que os diretores saibam. Assim, eles retornam pelo mesmo ponto sem efeito colateral.

Cada patrulha acaba sendo observada por um aluno que, por curiosidade ou desconfiança, decide seguir o grupo à distância. Assim, o incidente se espalha para todos os habitantes dos castelos (testemunho desses alunos + boatos e rumores).

E pela primeira vez desde o início, existe um lugar onde os limites entre os castelos não impedem o contato entre os seus habitantes. E, diferente de tudo que veio antes, esse lugar é estável, não repele e não manda ninguém até a enfermaria. Logo, os diretores de cada linha temporal isolam o local, impedindo que os alunos possam entrar sem autorização. Mas a curiosidade e a vigilância de cada um permanece.

De manhã em 1976, a professora Minerva McGonnagall patrulha com Remus Lupin @lvppins. Eles acabam encontrando Ronald Weasley @weaszleyrb. Gilderoy Lockhart @glockhharts observava o acontecido em segredo e acabou presenciando e espalhando isso.

À tarde em 1999, o professor Julio Broadmoor @broadamor patrulha com Draco Malfoy @muffliatc. Eles acabam encontrando Lily Luna Potter @firecrackerlily. Azure Barkwith @tthestrength observava o acontecido em segredo e acabou espalhando isso.

À noite em 2026, a professora Luna Scamander @lovegcds patrulha com Molly Weasley II @musingwithspells. Elas acabam encontrando James Potter @fogocommaresia. Antonina de León @dinendash observava o acontecido em segredo e acabou presenciando e espalhando isso.

INFORMAÇÕES OOC

CRONOLOGIA DO PLOT DROP I. 15 a 18 de setembro: professores e monitores começam a patrulhar o castelo e testar os limites das barreiras. II. 19 de setembro: o acontecimento descrito acima ocorre. III. 19 a 22 de setembro: repercussão, comentários, investigações e interações posteriores.

Para que os encontros façam sentido e não haja um buraco no plot drop, os momentos de encontros aconteceram em momentos diferentes do mesmo dia. Em 1976 a patrulha ocorreu de manhã, em 1999 após o almoço e em 2026 durante a noite.

Novamente, apesar disso ter acontecido especificamente com esses personagens, todos do castelo acabam ficando sabendo do que acontece.

Os personagens mencionados devem postar um POV contando a experiência (de modo contrário podem ser substituídos). Lembrando que todos os personagens irão participar dos plot drops uma hora ou outra, então se você não foi agora, será questão de tempo!

DATA IC: o acontecido em si aconteceu no dia 19 de setembro, mas vocês podem interagir do dia 15 a 22 de setembro, mas não passar disso.

Vocês podem interagir em flashback se quiserem continuar as interações que começaram antes (só não se esqueçam de interagir no drop também, já que ele é bem importante).

Para qualquer dúvidas, minha inbox e dm estão abertas, como sempre!

Seojun had only recently gone off shift, though “off” was a generous term considering he had spent the last several hours buried in files regarding the recent deaths surrounding the town. Patterns. Timelines. Victims. He had learned long ago that violence always left traces behind no matter how carefully people attempted to conceal them. Alongside the investigations, there had also been his encounters with members of the Santoro family. Nothing substantial enough to formally raise concern within the precinct, but enough to remain attentive. One thing Seojun understood well about organized crime was that they rarely operated on the same level as everyone else. They stayed several steps ahead whenever possible. Anticipating that was precisely what made him effective in this line of work.

As for his secondary assignment, Seojun still maintained careful watch over Dulce. His route naturally shifted in the direction of her home. Security cameras remained positioned exactly where he wanted them, each connected to systems he monitored personally. Technology made surveillance effortless these days. Efficient. Quiet. When he could not physically remain near her, he ensured there was always something watching in his place.

Nothing unusual appeared around her home.

And after briefly stopping near her workplace long enough to confirm she was still there, the faint unease lingering within him settled just enough to be ignored.

For now.

His apartment sat only a short distance from the precinct, though reaching it required cutting through the park. As Seojun walked the path, he reverted naturally into observation. It was instinct at this point. He studied people silently--the way they moved, how they interacted, where their attention lingered. Human behavior often revealed more than words ever could. Posture alone could expose confidence, fear, aggression, insecurity. Most people searched instinctively for vulnerability in others. Someone smaller. Easier to overpower. Easier to intimidate. Seojun had never belonged within the category of victim. He was the kind of man people feared once they realized they had miscalculated him.

The vibration of his phone briefly interrupted his thoughts. Pulling it from his pocket, his gaze lowered toward the message on the screen. Hani, unsurprisingly. At this point, he was beginning to suspect she found genuine enjoyment in testing his patience. Earlier, he had sent her a reminder to eat something other than coffee for once in her life. As he continued down the path, a scream suddenly split through the night. Seojun stopped immediately.

It was not the voice itself he recognized but the sound. The pitch. The sharpness within it. Certain sounds embedded themselves permanently into memory after enough exposure, and that particular sound belonged to violence. Fear. The exact moment something terrible had occurred. Strangely, his body reacted faster than thought itself. As though years of conditioning overrode instinct before his mind could fully process it. He had seen countless bodies hit the floor before. Heard the gunfire. Witnessed the aftermath enough times to understand how easily violence reshaped people into something colder. Survival demanded distance. Emotional detachment. Walls thick enough to prevent vulnerability from becoming weakness.

Because weakness was what got people killed.

Memories surfaced in fractured flashes as he moved--the cartel operations, the sound of weapons discharging in enclosed spaces, screams blurring together until they became indistinguishable from one another. Training had taught him to continue functioning regardless of horror standing directly in front of him. So he ran. Without hesitation. He ran toward the sound until he could locate its source.

It appeared he had been too late. Even from a distance, Seojun could already see the two bodies collapsed against the ground. As he approached slowly, his attention sharpened immediately, assessing everything before emotion ever had the chance to interfere. Every detail committed itself to memory automatically--the positioning of the bodies, the blood pattern, disturbed gravel beneath shoes, distance between them. His photographic memory had always served him well within this line of work. It was also a curse. Some things, once witnessed, never truly left you.

His gaze swept the surrounding area carefully, searching for anything else. Signs of struggle. A discarded weapon. Footprints. An escape route. Was the killer still nearby? Had they left something behind in haste? Adrenaline often made people careless after violence. Seojun approached the female first before immediately pulling out his phone and dialing Hani Jeong. “We’ve got a situation,” he stated the moment the call connected. His voice remained firm, controlled, though beneath it lingered restrained anger. He had just missed whoever did this, and now two people were bleeding out in front of him because of it. “Two bodies,” he continued evenly. “One female.” His attention shifted briefly toward the second victim positioned protectively near her. “One male.”

A small nod followed at whatever response Hani provided before Seojun disconnected. He called emergency services immediately afterward, ensuring paramedics were dispatched without delay. If even one life could still be saved tonight, that alone mattered.

The next number he dialed belonged to Zahir Cole. “There’s been another attack,” Seojun informed him without preamble, immediately providing the location and surrounding area. “Female victim. Multiple stab wounds to the lower abdomen. Shallow breathing. Paramedics are on the way.” His gaze lowered once more toward her condition. Barely breathing. Not enough time. He would need to intervene himself until medical personnel arrived. “Male victim,” he continued calmly. “Lower abdominal stab wound. Significant blood loss. Lacerations across the hands consistent with defensive wounds.” A brief pause followed as his eyes moved across the darkness surrounding the scene once more. “another murder,” he concluded quietly. “I’m first on scene.”

Federal agent or detective, perspectives often differed depending on jurisdiction and procedure. Still, mutual understanding existed between people who dedicated their lives to this kind of work. Respect formed naturally through shared experience alone. “You need to head over,” Seojun finished simply before ending the call.

His attention returned toward the male victim afterward. The positioning alone revealed enough. Protection. Even while dying, the man had attempted to shield the woman beneath him. Blood loss suggested he had crawled significant distance despite the severity of his injuries just to reach her. Selfless. Even in death.Seojun’s jaw tightened subtly.

Not from grief. From principle. Innocent blood had been spilled tonight. And that unsettled something dangerous within him.

He called Hani once more moments later. “We’re going to need timelines on everyone tonight,” he stated firmly. If organized crime involvement existed behind this, they needed confirmation quickly. And when matters involved the Mafia, Hani remained one of the few people Seojun trusted enough to speak openly with regarding it.

By the time paramedics arrived, the scene erupted into controlled chaos. Medical personnel moved quickly toward the female victim, establishing IV access while stabilizing her for transport into the ambulance. Seojun answered procedural questions automatically, efficiently, though his attention continuously drifted back toward the scene itself.

Everything else faded into background noise. sirens. flashing red and blue lights. voices moving around him. none of it held his focus.

Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the blood staining the pavement where life had existed moments earlier. Nearby, spilled mango and strawberries had scattered across the ground, crushed into the concrete beside the crimson spreading outward. Slowly, Seojun lifted his gaze toward the sky. Sunset had disappeared entirely now, consumed by darkness. What an awfully painted picture death had woven tonight. People feared the dead far too often. The living were always worse. And somewhere out there, the person responsible still believed themselves safe.

That mistake would not last long.

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Acacia and Emmett - On an abnormally cold evening for Lucrece, Acacia and Emmett wake on separate ends of campus at 3am. Above them looms a smiling blonde woman who they can’t help but feel as if they’ve met before. Her presence is soothing, but there’s something strange behind her eyes. They wake again in the morning to find she was nothing but a dream, but they can’t shake how real she had seemed or how badly they wanted to see her again. 

(Motivation: Virginia didn’t seek these two out. As she attempts to make her way back to the mortal realm on the fifth anniversary of her death, she is drawn to them like a moth to a flame. A High Priestess needs her coven, and power recognizes power.) 

Tillie - Retreating from St. Joan’s and her roommate, Tillie camps out on DuPont Hall’s lawn with her newly acquired transistor radio. The only channel it seems to be able to reach in the middle of the night is on a Dave Clark Five marathon, and she’s almost grateful when the music shuts off before the machine starts talking to her.  “Hello Charlotte,” a voice, warm like honey, calls out to her. In a moment of fear, Tillie shuts the radio off. It turns itself back on and the voice doesn’t sound quite as warm. 

(Motivation: Virginia sees a bit of herself in Charlotte, the two both committed to their own greatness. Virginia knows just how seductive, and corrupting, power can be. What she’s really looking for in this endeavor is a new right hand (wo)man.) 

Natalia - It was late and Natalia couldn’t sleep. Restless to move but unwilling to put on shoes, she takes to pacing the floors of St Joan’s and ends up following the overwhelming, nearly cloying, scent of lilacs and petrichor to the far-end of the fourth floor, to a single window inexplicably covered in fog. Before her eyes, a large circle is drawn in the pane.  Something, someone, screams her name and the window shatters. With the fog cleared, she can see now that whatever it was wanted her attention on Dr. König’s cottage in the far distance. 

(Motivation: Virginia is smart enough to know that she cannot explicitly direct any of the students to Dom’s house, or tell them what it is that she wants that’s inside. Virginia is reliant on Natalia’s audacity to get her, and the others, inside of the cottage.)

Dae - Dae had made a mistake. As smart as he was, the excitement of recent weeks had led him to forget an upcoming essay on German philosophers … which was due when the sun came up. He had expected the cramped basement of the library to be empty, certainly at this hour everyone else had already realized they’d forgotten about the essay. Instead, where he went looking for Kant, he found a towering, nearly translucent blonde woman who seemed to have been waiting for him. 

(Motivation: Virginia is something of a predatory spirit and she can smell the grief on Dae, and she seeks to use that to her advantage. After all, Dae has questions and she has answers.) 

Eve - Eve, once again aggravated with her roommate, goes to write her 20th diary entry about the fact. What should’ve been a blank page is instead filled with a nearly illegible message, warning Eve to stay away from her French professor, lest she suffer the consequence of getting too close. To make matters worse, it seems no one else can see the writing on the page … or the next one as the entries keep coming.

(Motivation: Eve is obsessed with her man. Virginia doesn’t believe death annuls a marriage. While Virginia may be seeking to turn the others into followers, Eve has already landed herself on her bad side.) 

Meredith - Meredith had returned to her dorm late, with the sound of her roommate’s snores filling the dark room. Satisfied with the light of the moon, she made her way to her bed, dropping her shoes, bag, and clothes behind her. She had expected her mattress to be soft, instead something had been buried under her blanket. Retrieving the object, she found a strange book in what appeared to be a fictitious language. What was most strange was that Meredith could read it, finding its contents concerned with communicating with the dead. 

(Motivation: This is a bit of power transference from Virginia to Meredith, because the eventual object they’re stealing from Dom’s house is written in the same language. Virginia senses an overconfidence in Meredith that will keep her from being too interested in this book’s warning section.)

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To: Supernatural Council

For too long your rule has tolerated crimes against ordinary humans while elevating supernatural privilege above accountability. The council’s Golden Rule has been twisted into a shield for abuse, and the everyday safety and dignity of humans in Vievecor have been sacrificed. Artemis represents a large, organized group of citizens who will no longer accept that state of affairs.

This is a final, formal demand. Implement the reforms below within 30 days of receipt. If you fail to comply, Artemis will respond with decisive, sustained action to enforce human safety and rights.

DEMANDS

Registration & Identity

Mandatory registration of every supernatural being: legal name(s), known aliases, species, documented abilities, date of birth/death (where applicable), and a record of the person’s history before transformation or death.

Registration must include any identity changes that occur from prolonged lifespan or re-identification.

Immediately abolish the practice of marking humans with supernatural marks or any marking that treats humans as property.

Prohibitions on Harm to Humans

Outlaw all non-consensual bodily or spiritual violations of humans, including biting, feeding (blood or soul), siring, forced pacts, use of corruption auras, and any non-consensual transference or alteration.

Prohibit hunting, targeted mind control, unwanted haunting, glamoring of humans, and any act intended to kill or permanently maim a human.

Restricted Magic Use

Permit only the following categories of magic in public and private practice; any use intended to cause harm, pain, or permanent coercion is expressly forbidden:

• Blessing magic • Elemental magic (non-harmful uses only) • Light magic • Healing magic • Plant magic • Potion creation • Purification magic • Teleportation • Low-level transmutation • Order magic limited to Reincarnation Inducement only

Legal & Oversight Reforms

The council must include at least one democratically elected human representative with full voting rights on matters affecting humans.

Vievecor City Police Department shall be involved in every criminal incident involving humans; a human investigator or representative must participate in the investigation.

All alleged crimes against humans require a formal legal trial; sentencing decisions rest with a judge and jury, not solely with the council.

It shall be a criminal offense for a werewolf to bite and convert a human without that human’s explicit, informed consent.

Potions derived from the Lycocorpus plant must be made available free of charge to humans bitten by werewolves.

Decisions to alter or erase a human’s memory following discovery of the supernatural must be made with the consent of the human council representative.

Possession of, or body-hopping into, a human host is expressly outlawed.

Sires and creators are to be held accountable by their species’ Elders for harm caused by newly created beings.

Deadline & Consequences

You have 30 days from receipt of this letter to enact these reforms and provide verifiable proof of implementation. Failure to comply will leave Artemis no choice but to take forceful, coordinated measures to protect human life and liberty in Vievecor.

We are prepared to negotiate reasonable implementation timelines and oversight mechanisms, but not to compromise on the core protections demanded here.

Signed,

OOC Info:

This letter of demands has been created by our in-game Artemis characters for the supernatural community to respond to. All elder and clan, coven and pack leaders have received this letter as well. The Council Matters chat in our OOC Discord will be used to discuss this list of demands and how the supernatural leaders are going to respond. The following in-game characters have received this letter in the mailboxes of their places of work:

@eremington

@spiritvictoriawu

@narizeung

@arjun-iqbal

@artuswestwood

@isabellexlaurent

@naz-ulusoy

@ursanazyalensky

@matthew-alexander

@caleb-lycaon