#wr.event

Maia knew she wasn't supposed to be there but it was a thrill trying to get in some place that was off limits to her. And after all she was trying to be good since coming to town, even so much as giving up her old ways of life to try to be normal for the first time ever, so she felt like she deserved to do something fun for a change. So of course that meant crashing the werewolf party that was invite only.

She came prepared of course, in full gown and mask, but there were still some things she didn't plan for. First she was having a killer headache that she couldn't remember the last time she had one this bad. But she tried to drown it out with music and alcohol as best as she could. Her eyes started to wander around the artifacts, seeing what the museum held and if anything was worth swiping.

Maia knew the secret of getting away with things was acting like you belonged there. But that was hard when she took a very clear wrong turn and ended up at a dead end, turning around to find someone blocking her only way out. She figured there was no use but to come clean. "Okay so maybe I crashed. I'll give you $20 if you forget you saw me. Or another $20 if you add me as a surprise plus one."

The last family picture that was taken when Carina was still alive has gone missing from it's frame, which is still right where it was left. A third gaping hole, but this one comes with impact. A different window of the house was shattered, and the shambles were arranged to form a few words:

"In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, they sleep. What am I?"

roman baudelaire, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn't you like to know. your character is missing two family members and one sacred object. they can choose to search for them, or they can get lost in their worry and don't. (but who knows, maybe they'll find their way back home on their own). your character was sorted into search group number 5, alongside finn, aeragon and spencer.

please post this plot drop and your character's reaction to it, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: are they searching for their lost family members? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.

“Fuck me,” he grumbled as he shifted in his lumpy bed.  It had been ages since he slept that deep and it brought back the terrors that plagued his dreams in the past.  The question now was, how many drinks did he have the night before, but he only remembered a few before turning in early.  Roman sat up and took a moment before pushing himself up out of the bed, not noticing the shattered window on the other side.  No, he was too focused on making it to the bathroom in time.  “Fuckin’ prostate.”

As he made it to the bathroom, he noticed the sight of blood and a small window shattered, shards scattered across the tiny bathroom.  “You got to be shittin’ me.”  How drunk did he get?  Sure, he had the occasional fist fight with the wall, but this was another level.  Barely holding it, he quickly walked through the hall into the living room to see even more damage, but was unable to focus until he made it outside to relieve himself.

Once that was settled, he walked back into the trailer and his eyes wandered all over the place as he cursed under his breath.  But even worse, the last photograph that his family took before the death of Carina was missing from its frame. What the hell happened?  Fear struck him, did he do something that he was going to regret?

Roman began frantically searching the trailer for the photograph.  It was already bad enough his children hardly had much to do with him.  But if he destroyed the last photograph of them with their mother, well he was positive that would be the end of anything with them.  Wandering around the trailer in his boxers and white tank, he continued looking.

 It was when he stepped back into the bedroom to see the glass slivers arranged saying something on the otherwise of the bed.

"In this place, people lie,  people cry, and people ask why.  In this place, they sleep. What am I?"

Now this was creepy as fuck, he may be a belligerent drunk at times but this was beyond him.  Confused and scared, he decided to reach out to his three children.  Needing to know they were okay. And what the fuck did this message mean?

The darkest, oldest witches are usually also the wisest, no matter what they use their magic for. They have met almost every single use of power, and yet, Lana is still affected by the night of endless and deep sleep, that nobody in town can overcome. Darkness clouds her mind like it clouds the others’, and when she can finally wake, her place has changed.

Her obsidian ring is missing from it’s usual place, but it was taken without someone else leaving a trace. Though there is something for her to see left behind: A riddle, written out of flowers ripped from the ground, smelling suspiciously like death.

“A misty curtain, rarely to be lifted, you must be certain, or you could be rifted. What am I?”

svetlana romanova, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one sacred object. they can choose to search for them, or they can get lost in their worry and don’t. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own). your character was sorted into search group number 1, alongside natalia, lino and cole.

please post this plot drop and your character’s reaction to it, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: are they searching for their lost object? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.

Lana had a huge grin on her face. The sun was shining down on her and her big brother as they sat on the grass, a nearby oak tree providing shade in the open backyard of a three-story, three-winged mansion that highlighted the detailed craftsmanship and structural innovation of Antoni Gaudi. I always hoped that it had been something like this — heavenly, calm, and vivid. Basically hope, without the prerequisite misery.

❝ Have you already figured it out, Svetlana? ❞ her brother asked, a worried expression on his occasionally blurry face.

❝ You always have bad timing, brother, ❞ Lana heaved a sigh, her bright smile turning into a disappointed scowl. ❝ This is my dream. I will take my time. ❞

❝ T̷̹̯̙̜̜̻̹̠̘͂i̵̡̨̺̹͎͗̊ͅm̶̺͑̌̃͗ě̷̢̼̦̟͉͉̪̬̗͘ ̵͕̀̽̾̎́̒̈́̕i̷̲̗̦̤͋͋̄̽̈́s̷̛̜̮͍̰̤̲̈́̌̋̓̈́̓͘͜͝ ̵̖̪͖̜̖͕̙̈́͛̈́̈́̀͑̋͜͝ͅn̶̢̨̫̼̱̰̩̦̝̊o̴̥͙̞̣͈̥͚͝ ̵͎̀͐̽͛̃͋͝l̵̨̨͙̜̠͍̝̞̩͑o̷̟̓n̸̥̫͋̉̇́̄͗̏̕͝g̵̡̎̓̆̂̋̅ē̶̡̡̪̦͇̱̝̘͎̊̂͒̌̚r̶̪̣̘̟͔̉̆ ̸̧̳̝͖̪̯̥͖̲̭͒̒͑ẙ̶̭̜͓̻̈́͋͆̍̈́̉̾̓̚ò̸͓̻̩̮̲̰̲̫̫̀̃̈́͂͊̏̍u̷͚̒͋̍̾̈́͌̓̐ṛ̸̡͙̣̥͇̖̜͘ ̴̮̳̙̱̝̯̳͈̼̣̎f̸̛͎͈͓̱̳̈́̑͐̋̃͝͠r̴̢̩̮͒́̇̋͐͆́͆́ì̶͕̼̻͌̈́̃̊̈e̸̡͇͚̤͕̱̋̅̽̕̚͝n̵̩̤̠̤̿̉̉̎͌͠͠ḑ̸̭̰̟̝̼̠̈́̅̓̌̕,̴̻͍͖̩̟͎̩̟͘ ̸̛̀̑̔̇́͒̀̒͘͜d̴̬̖̺̘͇̀̇̋̂̌̔̑͘a̵̧̢̮̤̠͙̭͍̭̟̋̍̀̂͝r̷̨̪̘͈͈͓͓͓̮̥̒k̷̢̨̹͚̗͉̩̰̮͑̃̀͆̈̏̉̾͘ ̶̛͈̩͒̿́̈́̌c̷̢̀ḩ̶̼̩̼̯̻̣̀͐̀ͅi̵͚̘̰͕͖̭̖̖͍̋͝l̶̨̯̱͕͌ḑ̸̛͓͔̼̱͎̰͇͌̍̀̾̃͝, ❞ her brother’s features began to morph, twisting into a nightmarish form that barely resembled his barely visible likeness, now resembling Lana’s own, though deformed and hellishly grotesque. The malformed abomination suddenly appeared behind her instead of where it had been, wrapping its spindly black arms, ❝ ̴̧̡͈̣̙̳̬̞̆͆̃̇͝ͅͅI̶̥̦͑̇͋̇t̸̬̯͙̟̞͎̼͋̚ ̵̨̣̳̳̻̪̮̖͛̉̇̔̀̎̓̉h̶̯̬̑̏̽̅͒͐͛͊a̴̢̛͎͖̝͐̍̅́͆͝͝s̸̟̤̣͋͑̉ ̶̛̗̙̍̍͒̃̋͛̚̚a̵̮͉͠b̴͉̪̯̗̼͓̹̑͜a̵͓͂̚͝n̴̡̡̨̰͍͇͊̉͂͂͗͆̓̚̕͠d̸̞͉̣͍͈͖̟̟͛̏͆́̂ǫ̷̜͍̰̽̐n̶̢̹̘̱͙̙̙̰̆̓́̂̅̉̊̽̅̂è̷̞͎͙̞͚̝̜̟̲̝d̷̨̗̻́̏̊̇̉̌́ ̵̢̻̟̻͚͚͖̩͚̙́͛͌̃̀̉́͝͝ý̸̧͙̘͍̲͙̉̉͆͘͠o̸̻̩̞̫̙͈͍̭̯͇̾̈́͋̆u̴̡͍̮͕͍͑̓̈́͌̽̊͊̓̌,̷̖͋̓̏̈́̇̈́̀͑̐̚ ̶̡̜̥̭̺͈̭͍͓̲͐͘a̴̦̯̓̓̏̈́̇̄̀͐̉̇n̵̮̆̓͗́́d̷̺͔͔͖̜̲̫̓̓̿͜ ̴̧̗̬̾̑̇̍̄͒̾͝i̴̛̫͔̋̓́f̷̼̩͕̪͉̺̙̥͑̍̋́͊̆͜͝ͅ ̵̧̤̠͕̭͎̤̹̌̈́̃͊̉͝y̶̰͖͂̃o̷̧͓̥͔͎͛ȗ̶͉͎͉̲͕̝̝̮͊͑̆̔̕ͅ ̸̡̝͕͖̓̏͗̋̐̅̀̑̇d̴̲̳̽̄̈́͊̏̈́̌̏͝ọ̴̥̱̫̱͋͒̈́̒̓̉͘͝ͅͅn̸̢̡̨̩̠̣̼͚͈̅̈́̓̐̕'̶̗̠͔͍̂́̓̅̉̋̋͑͂̚ţ̵̺̺̲͆ ̶̨̪͓̱̇̒͑̋̽̉ḩ̴̫̫̯̻̱͙̈́̉̒́̃͋̈́ͅu̴͉͓̓r̵̡̼͙̭̄̿̀͋͆͘r̷̘̭̯͔̟̦̊̿̿ͅͅy̵̮̩̙͉͇̟̦͂͑͐̓̎͜,̵̖̭̺̭̺͈̜͈̠̞̈́́͌́̚͝ ̷̠̖̹̗̬͔͌̿̅̉͘ỵ̴̦͕̦̤͕̠̠͋͒́̇̀̚o̸͕̱͂͑͒̓̉ű̸̡̖̮̫̮͜͠ ̵̨̛̦̬̿̄̒͋͆̿w̶̛͈̠̳̲̬͎͈͇͂̈́͐̈́̇͑̅͝i̴̺͉͙̪͍͓͌͝l̶̨̳͍͇̦͈͓̭̺͓͛̆̋͊̐͗̕͝l̵̡̲̰͍̠͓̊ͅ ̷͓͈̫̟͙͕̎̎̈́̊̋̉͜é̸͓̟̫̜̖͔̭̓͆͆ņ̵̭̗̟̹̟̎̓̂̇͠d̸͖͛̈́̒̒̍͒̒̓͘ ̷̛̜͖͖͈̼̪͓͉̦͔̎̌̏̑u̸̯͍͈̹͐̎̔̎̈͝͝ṗ̵̨͇̻̩͈̪̀̽ ̵̩̼͉̪̻̖̘̃ȃ̷̢̜̘͓̩͐͌͌͌ḇ̵͙̩̱̳̀̓̈́̍̈̏͑á̶͖͌͜n̸͔̤̳͕̰͛̌ͅḍ̴̡̦̳̞͔̀̎͛̈́̍͘o̶̡̜̗̖̊́̈́͑͝͝͝ṇ̶̪͎̺̣̋͗̔ī̵̟̱͇̩͂̉̏̏̓̔͠n̵̹̯̼̦̺̺͋́́͊̾̀g̶̢̧̘̜̹̳̤̠̼̰̽̉̐̆̀ ̶̡̧̟̗͔̗͉̮̱͐̆y̵̺̜̩̟͇͈̓̔͐̔̏̈́̑ō̷̡̦͖̩̭͔͗̕͠û̵̧̩̳̗͎͙̹r̶̢̤̝͖͐̄̿̀͑̿͑̀̍͘s̸̫͍̫͙̰͓̲͗͑̓͐́͐̈͜ȩ̸͖̫̼̜̖̪͙̻͛̔͜l̵̜͇̫̩͍͍̓̽͑̔̓͊̀f̸͙̲̒̌̆ͅ! ❞

Lana screamed, breaking out of her nightmare and violently returning to her body, arms and legs flailing in bed, tossing and casting aside white sheets and pillows, as she furiously forced herself awake. Heaving and panting, she placed a hand on her forehead, beads of sweat all over her bare skin glistening as patches of sunlight breached her room.

Then she remembered something, what that thing had said, and with eyes wide in horror, she dashed to where the obsidian ring was, finding nothing but the stinky riddle in dying flora once more. Lana knitted her eyebrows together, letting out a very annoyed tsk followed immediately by,  ❝ I guess I really have to start searching for that ring now… ❞  

Alongside the missing family member, Valentine’s ruby pendant has disappeared from it’s usual place, but it remains the only missing object in the whole entire house, to be discovered after the maid wakes them with terrified screams.

Written in Rowan’s blood, on the entrance hall’s ground, is the following riddle:

“I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?”

valentine hawthorne, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one family member and one object sacred to them. they can choose to search for either, but the other may get lost in return. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own). the hawthornes have issued a private search group, search group number 8, in which your character can take part.

please post your character’s reaction to this small plot drop, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: what are they looking for first? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.

“Just go! Begin the search!” Her voice lacks its typical musical charisma. Instead, the tiny Huntress burst past her parents and others summoned to initiate their grand inquisition. “I can take care of myself.” Hadn’t she proved that time and time again? “I’ll focus on the enigma. Go.” The demand isn’t laced with her standard bratty tone. Rather, it holds strength and leaves no room for argument. Without another word, Valentine storms from the living area, clambering the spiraling staircase, with sights set on their hidden war room.

Behind a bookcase in the office, a panic room the size of a trailer lay concealed. Bright lights, rows of weapons, wardrobes of garments. Any and everything a Hunter could desire. With swift ease, she removes her crimson freckled night gown, scrapping it to the sleek metal ground before pulling on a skintight leather top, a high-low skirt, and knee-high boots. Fingers attached a holster around her thighs, one sporting a ruby-encrusted pistol, the other shimmering with silver blades.

Exiting the chamber, she finds her way back to her suite. Digits make brisk work of splitting strawberry locks into braids. Instinctively, she reaches for her grandmother’s pendant, only to recall that her brother hadn’t been the only essential item to go absent. With a pause, her mind flashes to Rowan. The last time they’d spoken… It couldn’t have been the last… She wouldn’t allow it.

Snatching her phone off the nightstand, manacured talons skim across the screen. [TEXT to Natalia]: SOS. Are you safe? You have five minutes to reply. Rowan has been taken.

Rushing back to the office, shifty eyes begin scanning the shelves. “I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?” “I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?” “I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?”

The riddle recites in her head like a haunting spell, teasing, taunting her. “What the hell are you… A photo…” Ivory sinks into the tender flesh of her lesser petal as she yanks several books to the ground. Kneeling, she thumbs them open, flickering through photos, creature guides, journals from Hawthorne’s past.

“I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?”

“A postcard? Jumping up from her perch, she scampers to her father’s desk, forcing drawer after drawer open in search of the family’s travel book. But as parents and documents flutter around the room, she gives pause. “Wait… I have forests.. but no trees…” Her fingers trace along the sheet. “I have rivers, but no water… I have hills, but no ground.” Yanking it up, the vixen lets out a weak chuckle. “It’s a damn map.” Folding the article, she stuffs it into the safety of her pocket before darting out of the room, heading down the stairs, working on another text. [TEXT to Marlowe]: Where are you? Tell me you’re safe? Stay where you are. Rowan is missing, and I don’t want you getting caught up in whatever is going on.

Bursting free from the manner, the redhead wastes little time in jumping into one of the family Range Rovers, allowing the engine to roar to life. Snapping it into gear, she slams her heel on the gas before jolting to a halt. Glancing at her phone once more, she sends one final text before speeding away. [TEXT to Roland]: Thinking about you in a time of peril. Stay alive.   Feat: @blacksheepfms & @peaceworn​

EVENT 002: THE HIDE AND SEEK

Like every night, darkness lets it's talons seep through Westray's alleys and roads, wraps itself around it's buildings and allows itself to enter it's homes. On the night of SATURDAY, AUGUST 23RD, the dark comes with faces and strangers. First suspicions are directed at the Leader of Clan Solune, ALEXIOS DOUKAS. However, this time, he is not at fault. While most of Westray falls into a strangely deep sleep for just one night, and no one wakes, some disappear from their homes, workplaces and off of the street. What is left, are strange riddles and words, sometimes scribbled with the blood of the abducted, who were taken alongside some of the residents' most priced possessions. No one knows who's the cause for this strange event, and humans suspect a group of criminals. However, the message is clear, written in blood on the snow white walls of the city hall: 48 HOURS TO SEEK WHAT HAS BEEN LOST. WE HAVE HIDDEN WHAT IS DEAR, COME FIND THEM NEAR, OR DO FACE THE COST. Everyone that is missing something or someone, has been asked to come to the city hall to join the large search groups that are being sent out into the forest, to the beach and through the city. Can the combined forces find what has been lost?

Still, there is not a single trace of someone breaking into her home, no doors were broken up and no windows were destroyed. One thing has changed in her house, though. In the floor of the living room, someone has poured flour onto the ground, and carefully pushed together to form words.

They read like a riddle:

“The more you fear me, the stronger I grow. I live in your mind, yet you can never touch me. What am I?”

marlowe leone, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one family member and one sacred object. they can choose to search for them, or they can get lost in their worry and don’t. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own). your character was sorted into search group number 4, alongside levi, liam and sam.

please post this plot drop and your character’s reaction to it, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: are they searching for their lost family member and/or object? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.

the second she opens her eyes, marlowe knows something’s wrong. there’s a pit in her stomach and it feels different than the unease that has infiltrated her every waking hour since the masquerade. supernatural beings were all around her and she had been none the wiser for nearly thirty years. maybe some of them were like the love interests in the romantasy books she used to fawn over, but many were cold blooded killers. enough so that the hawthornes (and the averys) in town alone spent their time hunting them down. fear and a sense of guilt had been swirling in her mind in the weeks since. one of them had killed one of her baristas. should she help protect people from dying at the hands of a supernatural being with enhanced predatory skills? at the very least, she felt an overwhelming urge to learn how to protect herself from them. valentine’s been a great teacher in general self defense skills.

the revelation has also sparked her brother’s missing person’s case wide open. did he fall victim to a werewolf or vampire or whatever the hell else in town? she hasn’t allowed herself to dwell on thoughts like that long, because she’s already been drinking a lot more simply as an excuse to not be home in her apartment alone. however, focusing on the renewed sense of hope that he’s alive out there and the letter she received was more than a cruel prank twists her stomach. marlowe’s unsure if she would be able to survive finding out he’s truly gone after pushing through years of her life, trying her best to remain positive. 

with the weight of these newest developments in her life already pushing her to her limits, would anyone truly blame her for wanting to avoid whatever is happening now for as long as possible? instead, she snuggles bruno who curled into her chest closer to her, her fingers running across his soft brown fur absentmindedly while she tries to focus on her breathing all the while attempting to convince herself that maybe the tightness in her chest is merely a product of a nightmare she doesn’t remember. it’s only when her phone almostvibrates off her nightstand with an increasing bombardment of notifications that she finally roles over to face reality. 

weary eyes trail over the top banner, a text from valentine asking her to call her NOW. this immediately makes her shoot up in bed. bruno falls into her lap with a startled meow and loey pats his head in a silent apology as her eyes scan over the missed calls and various texts from family and friends around town. an emergency blast insisting the citizens of westray come to town hall for their safety makes her nauseous. immediately, she swipes open her phone and the tone of an outgoing call to valentine echoes through her room that feels far too quiet. what valentine has to tell her grips her heart like a vice. rowan’s missing. was he on a hunt? does valentine know why the city is asking everyone to gather in one spot? neither of them have any answers. she leaves valentine with a promise to meet up with her immediately and assurance that rowan would turn up before she reluctantly ends the call, despite wanting to ask her best friend to remain on the phone with her until they’re within each other’s company. not only does marlowe need to be brave in this moment and pull her big girl pants on, she also needs to get in contact with her mom.

an arrangement is made while marlowe is pulling on her clothes to drop bruno off at her childhood home with her mother and the two of them to remain locked inside until marlowe has a more clear picture of what the hell is happening in town. the rush out of her bedroom with her cat in tow comes to a screeching halt the second she turns on the light to her living room. the flour all over the floor couldn’t have possibly been bruno, though it is her first thought until she notes that it’s spelling something out. her eyes wildly flash around the room as if the intruder would simply be standing in the open waiting for her. she can see the front door is still locked and shut from her vantage point. who could have possibly done this and how did they get in? why does she suddenly feel like the next victim in a slasher film?

the more you fear me, the stronger i grow. i live in your mind, yet you can never touch me. what am i? she reads the words a few times and plays them over in her mind. anxiety? phobias?  loneliness? ❝ why the fuck am i focusing on this right now?? ❞ she admonishes herself aloud as she starts toward her front door for bruno’s plush cat carrier. her eyes catch on something amiss with her carefully crafted basket of her brother’s things on top of a small bookcase. it’s full of a few of his belongings that she hadn’t wanted to get dusted or moth bitten in her mother’s attic after they’d been forced to clean out her brother’s place when he vanished. a quilt fashioned out of his onesies, bibs, and baby blankets by their grandmother always sits perfectly folded on top to make it feel more like a decoration than a memorial box for herself and guests alike. however, the blanket was nowhere to be seen, the storage cube looking pathetically empty without it. this is when the tears start falling, even though the last thing she has time for is to give in to it. 

she busies herself with settling bruno into his cat carrier while the tears continue to fall, dampening the soft interior of the bag as well as his head. a shuddering sniffle serves as her best attempt to pull it together and suppress the emotion bubbling out of her as resolve to find whoever could be so cruel and get her brother’s quilt back surges through her. she would have time to let it pour out of her later, but it would do shit all for anyone now. she snaps a picture of the mess of flour on her floor before slinging the cat carrier over her shoulder and exiting her apartment while wiping the evidence of her tears away from her cheeks. trembling hands send valentine a quick text detailing that someone had broken in undetected and is fucking with her as the click of her apartment door sounds down the empty and dim hallway of her apartment building. another sends to rowan to let her know he’s okay the second he lets val know first. even as that this is an elaborate nightmare dwindles, a piece of her hopes that he’s simply passed out in a penthouse suite after a heavy night of partying.

worse than that? she’ll have no idea that her cousin is also missing until she runs into her husband at city hall.