The ball has dropped, but the party is still in full swing -- It’s gone on, well past midnight, only to stop once loud pounding comes from the front door. NYPD, OPEN UP. Without much hesitation, the party erupts into chaos as the door is busted open. Thanks to a noise complaint, and a long standing investigation regarding drug trafficking and a certain Rowan Tandel -- Chief Tandel led the charge in busting into Arlo’s home. A majority of guests are able to push through and get out before getting caught with anything, or landing themselves in trouble. For a few, however, they found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The following characters have been arrested for possession:
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Club Blur has never been a home for the faint of heart. It’s known as a place for drinks, drugs, and dancing -- Nothing less, nothing more. Of course, the weekends are the busiest nights for the club, patrons spending hours in line in the cold in the hopes to get in, maybe have to chance to run in to one of the owners, to be seen on the cover of Page Six, or even Gossip Girl. Friday nights are no exception -- The dance floor packed shoulder to shoulder, your only chance to get a drink at the bar is through pushing someone else out of the way. The music is loud, the lights are dimmed, and the dancers haven’t missed a beat. The night is a blur.
Then the smoke starts, the music cuts --- And all hell break loose.
Someone lets out a scream, coming somewhere from a private room, or near where the bar back sneaks a smoke -- Fire.
BREAKING --- Manhattan hot-spot ‘Club Blur’ destroyed in arson.
Details are still coming in, but Commissioner Smythe has released the following statement regarding Friday night’s incident: “What happened here was done with intention, and we can only assume that now, based on what we’ve gathered, that this was arson. Due to faulty wiring and a lack of proper fire alarms in the back half of the building, the fire spread from the storage rooms and through private rooms only to be noticed by club patrons once it reached near the dance floor. Among the injured includes one of the Blur owners, Sebastian O’Riley, as well as Howl chef Tate Rodriguez. Both have declined giving statements at this time.
There is only one confirmed casualty, who NYPD believe is the fire starter. From what is understood by the scene left behind, the arsonist started the fire, only to be stuck in the backroom with it do to a faulty lock. The NYPD can now confirm that the casualty and arsonist in this tragic event is Celia Santos. The motive behind this event is still unknown. The Santos family has declined to give a statement at this time.”
A quick bit of OOC information: While this is posted at the last part of the event, this would not be known information until after the event ends! As the event ends, this information will have been out for roughly a day in RP time.
As the last model reaches the end of the runway, the lights go out, the music ends, and confusion takes over -- What’s going on? An answer is quickly found, with none other than Celia Santos appearing on screen, half naked and on top of Sebastian O’Riley. It becomes clear what’s being shown to the audience, and just as quickly as it came on, the home-movie ends. A sex tape wasn’t part of the plan for the relaunch, especially not one that featured O’s step-sister, but it’s solidified FREYA as the true provocateur of the Upper East Side, surely earning O a spot on the front pages of any and every magazine. At least now, the party guests will have plenty of things to talk about over cocktails.
The guests have arrived, the jazz music is playing, the drinks are flowing -- And the party is in full swing. Guests of the Masquerade have their masks to hide their identity, but it quite save them from the truth. In the brief moment the band pauses their music before beginning the next song, a faint noise is heard. Ping. Within seconds, it continues, growing louder and louder -- From pockets, to the cloakroom, and everywhere in between. Ping. Ping. Ping. It’s enough to ruffle a few feathers, confusion abundant as nearly each member of the party reaches for their phones as the band begins again. As each member opens the message, gasps fill the room.
