#plot drop 001.

* DEHQ PLOT DROP 001

While the Children of Mothman have never been a stranger to the citizens of Devil’s Elbow, the equinox festival sure came to many as a shock. Most thought the group was harmless up until now. The ‘vision dust’ as they called it was actually neurotoxic dust and it is not harmful to most in small amounts, but the effects are a different story. Giving people hallucinations without their knowledge is rather unsettling and sent bystanders into shock in reaction, thus causing a domino effect which led to an overall state of panic. In result, there were fights, accidents, crashes, and medical emergencies leaving the hospital and clinic backed up. Even though the Eastern Atlantic Army ( Owen Westfall and his unit ) was able to work with Devil’s Elbow Peacekeepers to get the fans disabled and the festival ended a little over ten days after it started, by the end of April 2125 there had been over one thousand people hospitalized or treated and twelve dead in direct relation to neurotoxic dust inhalation.  The citizens of Devil’s Elbow are outraged by the results and are demanding answers from both the EAG and Afterglow as a whole. It was discovered by some that there is a medicinal mist called Serene that Afterglow Research Solutions has had available the entire time that neutralizes most effects caused from mind altering narcotics. The catch of this product being that it is only available from the EAA and Afterglow clinics and hospitals. This rumor has added fuel to the already wary undertone the presence of EAA units and uptick of peacekeepers in the city has brought. A paranoid sense that the Eastern Atlantic and Appalachia as a whole is becoming a military state, despite there being no proof to confirm such reasoning. Still, in order to quell the public’s concerns, there will be a special council meeting with a town hall afterwards to address how to handle the cultists in the future and other problems brought forth. So far, no arrests have been made and no extreme action has been taken. All other factions ( Jackals, Shamrocks, and The Silver Lining Militia ) have yet to make their feelings known. Last but not least, it is now known that there are giant moths in the environment, some with red and some with purple glowing eyes. It is unknown whether the eyes are caused by radioactive elements in their mutation or not, though some are attributing them to supernatural forces. Leaders of the Children of Mothman have promised the Night Mother will be addressing the eclipse soon. Afterglow Research Solutions and entomologists in the area are looking to get their hands on one of the species or observe them to find out more about them.

* OOC :

* 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 #𝟎𝟎𝟏 — princesa isabel?

a câmara municipal de maraú finalmente levou a votação a mudança de nome do bairro princesa isabel. um abaixo-assinado, seguido de um projeto de lei oferecido pelo vereador elias marciano, sugeriu a mudança de nome para "luís gama", o que, segundo explicado pelo próprio vereador na abertura da votação, é muito mais condizente com a história do povo negro e seria uma bela homenagem ao patrono da abolição da escravatura. a votação começou na sexta, dia 12 de maio, um dia antes do aniversário de 120 anos da lei áurea. encerou-se na segunda, dia 15 de maio, com uma votação de 7 votos a favor da mudança e 8 votos contra. a votação tomou as notícias de maraú e os estudantes e movimentos negros da cidade organizaram-se numa manifestação na frente da câmara municipal, para demonstrar sua indignação. o vereador elias marciano já deu uma entrevista dizendo que vai requerer outra votação.

                                    CHAPTER ONE : THE FUNERAL

WHEN: Sunday, February 2nd, 2020

WHERE: Wolvercote Cemetary, Oxford, England. 

It’s been two weeks since the death of Harold Knox, and on this dreary Sunday morning the procession has gathered in Wolvercote Ceremony to lower the coffin into the ground. The original five Oculus Academy members and Mr. Moe were selected to be pallbearers and bring the coffin to it’s final resting place. Silence falls, and only the patter of drizzling rain can be heard as it drums on the attendees’ umbrellas. For a while it is quiet, as everyone stares down at the box which holds the body of a great leader. 

The cherry blossoms are starting to bloom at the edge of the cemetery, and not far away the grave of J.R.R Tolkien (Harold’s favorite author) can be seen. It’s a somber setting, one befitting of such loss. But tension hangs in the air as the Oculus Academy’s former students stand shoulder to shoulder with The Enigmas. The Enigmas, dressed in black but still donning their masks to hide their identities, are only there at the request of their parent, Hollis Navarro. They have no idea why their parent is crying, and some tell themselves it’s just the rain. 

The paparazzi is gathered outside of the gate to the cemetery and some news vans are parked along the street. But the teams have hired security to make sure they can go through the day undisturbed, and any unwelcome onlookers are merely buzzing around at a distance and are easy to ignore. The faint din of speculation and rumors can be heard all around them, but each keep their head down and proceed with only whispers. The crowd of invited attendees is small: both teams, some of Harold’s distant family, some politicians and socialites, and some former coworkers from his days at Prism. No more than forty people are in attendance for the private funeral,  making people wonder how it was that The Enigmas were put on the list. 

As they leave the cemetery and get into their black sedans, the shouts of the crowd gathered outside reach a crescendo but are blocked out as the doors close and fade away as everyone drives off towards The Oculus Academy manor for the wake. The wake, much like the burial is quiet. No one is quite sure what to say. Since everyone is thinking words that may easily start something. The Oculus’ wonder why The Enigmas are in their home, and The Enigmas wonder so many things about The Oculus’ as they finally get the chance to pry into their lives. They amble through the parlor and lounge of the mansion, eating the food that has been set out and watching each other nervously. Mr. Moe exchanges a few polite words with Hollis and Florence, while Blitzbang seems to be giving Zephyr a tour. 

Then, loud enough for everyone in the parlour to hear, Blitzbang invites Zephyr to stay the night, instead of having to fight back through the paparazzi and sleep in a moldy old inn, Blitzbang says that Zephyr should merely take one of the guest rooms. Then calling out to the entire crowd, Blitzbang declares that anyone here is invited to stay the night in a guest room if they so choose. As they say “All are welcome here.” 

THE OBJECTIVE: Attend the funeral and pay respects to Harold Knox without starting a fight. 

◜ ENJOY THE SOUL FESTIVAL. ◞  

O centro de Myeong-dong sempre costuma ser movimentado porém os enfeites, a música e as barracas bem na rua principal chamaram mais ainda a atenção assim como os diversos anúncios do evento que prometiam shows de artistas famosos; seria um dos eventos mais populares e movimentados daquela semana porém havia algo que ninguém sabia .. o que rolava nas sombras ou o verdadeiro sentido daquele evento.

Enquanto todos curtiriam a festa, os líderes das gangues e seus segundos em comando teriam um encontro em um galpão não muito longe dali, um território neutro, para poderem discutir sobre um caso que estava atraindo atenção demais: o caso JG, como ficou apelidado pelos jornalistas.

Algumas semanas antes, 15 jovens haviam sido assassinados a sangue frio em um armazém no território da Orion deixando Lupus revoltado por não ser aquele que encomendou o crime como a maioria imaginava, mas nenhuma outra gangue assumia o caso deixando assim que o mesmo continuasse sem uma resposta que chamava ainda mais a atenção da imprensa, fazendo com que os policias - mesmo os corruptos - fossem obrigados a investiga-lo.

                                         PLOT DROP 001

“É com um grande prazer que venho aqui, finalmente conhecer as instalações de Arcadia.” A  expressão bem-humorada cedeu rapidamente ao olhar para as figuras dos diretores no palco, que sempre expressaram o desejo de separar a Academia das garras do prefeito. Era uma espécie de triunfo estar ali. “Congratulo todos os exímios estudantes, apesar da necessidade se mostrar cada vez menor...”

O discurso pomposo do prefeito foi interrompido por um estrondo, que também reverberou por todo o salão de festas, causando um dois lustres a cair nos alunos. Todos permaneceram estáticos e curiosos com o que estava acontecendo, até as portas principais abrirem-se subitamente, uma figura molhada e destroçada emergindo delas. Um homem alto, esguio, desarmado, vestindo trajes de um remanescente verde e púrpura, porém, ensaguentados e sujos ao ponto de irreconhecíveis. Ajudem-me. Conseguiu sussurrar a figura que poucos conseguiriam reconhecer como o infame vilão Charada, antes apagar-se por completo.

there were no celebrations, parades, or commencements the day first elijah mcphearson was born. he was a regular guy born to a long line of fishers, most of whom lived right here in rose cove. luck had never truly been on any of the mchpearsons’ side, which anyone could tell from the meager means they always lived. they belonged to the part of the town who preferred the easy life, not giving too much thought to the other half who flaunted opulence at their fancy parties. elijah cared, though. he spent most of his youth watching them, wishing and wanting in silence and the darkness of his bedroom at first, but eventually griping and cursing them under his breath when he bore witness to their upper class lifestyles. 

in all honesty, we wouldn’t be here talking about elijah if he had followed the path that was laid out for him, but that wasn’t in his cards. instead of following in his family’s footsteps, he often catered events for the prosperous side of town. he wasn’t as an avid a fisher as the rest of his family, and as such he found himself picking up odd jobs to make ends meet. he grew a reputation for his hard work ethic, and eventually he came to know the members of their society, and their families, on a rather close basis. that much is all well known, but it’s the next part that seems fuzzy in comparison. somehow he went from the town noone to local hero overnight. some people say he rescued a group of children from drowning. others say he used wild horses to transport them away from a fire. there are even a few accounts of him using a small fishing vessel to save a capsized boat in a storm. with every rendition, the tale seemed to grow more fanatical. 

regardless of the truth, the rest of the story remains. his heroism launched him directly into the life he wanted so desperately. he moved into one of the richest neighborhoods, began attending the finest parties, and for two decades he enjoyed the decadence he sought in his youth. he married a beautiful woman, had children, and to the outside world, he seemed to live the dream most people spent theirs trying to attain. but with all things in rose cove, things were not exactly as they seemed. no one thought to question it until the day elijah met an untimely end. an air of mystery surrounds his death still to this day, much like the one that surrounds the recent disappearance of shannon harper. he was found floating in the water just off the north south of town, and his death was ruled accidental. in fact, no investigation was ever opened, but that only feeds into to the way the locals love making up their own versions of elijah mcphearson’s life. to commemorate his life and the act of bravery he committed, the town chose to honor him in a festival that highlighted the best parts of their small town. he became the beacon of what it meant to truly call rose cove home. 

this year’s mchpearson day festival is the 75th anniversary of the very first one. the town’s pride and joy event, people travel from all over to come and kick off summer with a week long event. because it is the crown jewel of entertainment in the ares, the utter tragedy of last year’s festival holds the town the town in a vice like vigor to set things right. there is a tension, an urgency of perfection floating in on the morning waves, but not receding when the sun dips back below the horizon. everyone in town knows they must get this one right, or else suffer another year of empty shops and lacking tourists filling their rental homes. everyone needs this to flourish. 

as always, there will be a plethora of activities for natives and newcomers to enjoy. local entrepreneurs fill booths that line every square inch of the town square, where you’ll find everything from art fixtures to decorate your homes to homemade sauces, jams, and vegetables to fill your cabinets. down by the boardwalk you will find an array of rides such as a ferris wheel, giant swings, a carousel, and many other carnival attractions. food vendors will line the beachfront parking, where you can stop through poppa wheelie’s for your snack favorites, sippin’ away for a caffeinated pick-me-up, or indulge in typical fair refreshments like cotton candy, corn dogs, freshly squeezed lemonade, and funnel cakes. take the kids back into the town square for face painting, and if you’re lucky no one will laugh if you choose to get a butterfly of your own done. 

all of these amenities will be available to the public starting saturday with the annual racing of the horses at sunrise on saturday morning, and it will conclude the following saturday night with the crowning of a new miss roses. because our crowned queen of 2021 cannot be there to present the winner, her alternate, virginia smyth will do the honors. they will be escorted by reid kent, and following the coronation ceremony will be a memorial video played in honor of shannon.