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𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚡𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚔-𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙻𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

Look, technically Shakespeare died on his birthday––he was a Taurus, an April baby––but technicalities have never steered Yates students away from extravagant event planning. A thirst for showing off is an application necessity (read the fine print), even if it means fuck the calendar! Time’s a concept anyway! So no, the Midsummer’s Masquerade is not on dear William’s birth-death-day, nor does it fall in line with the summer solstice. These Yates kids, they’re only human, you know?

Somehow, Hastings acquired the rights to the masquerade despite a slew of Calloway members threatening their lives in light of the announcement that revoked their right to hold any events for the entirety of the summer semester. Two strikes and you’re out, I guess. Shoutout Dahlia and... that other person. 

Anyway, our (rightfully) overwhelmed hosts managed to outdo themselves for once. The whole first floor of the Hastings building looks like a wrong turn could send you reeling into another realm––vines strewn from chandeliers, vintage bottles filled to the brim with mysterious liquids, all lighting reduced to flickers beating against a candle wick. Needless to say, everyone is buzzing with excitement. Even Calloway. 

All they ask of you is this: come donning your best Shakespearean attire, bonus points to those whose costumes we can tack a name to. 

Okay. We have a little announcement to share that we think will make the carnival a lot more fun! It’s a school wide game of truth or dare. Tomorrow evening all of you lucky students will be receiving texts from us with a little, easy dare. Want to pick truth instead? Sure, you can do that. But if you do, you don’t get to pick the truth that gets revealed. Remember the “dirt list” the police were looking for in MJD’s stuff? Yeah, we still have that. We still know everything bad you’ve done. Guys, if I were you, I’d just keep my phone on tomorrow. Youtuber vc: watch this space! If you don’t complete your dares by the end of the carnival, we will absolutely put you on blast.

When was the last time you saw Valerie Mulloy?

While students at Yates spilled into the campus for fall semester, glittering and punch drunk at back to school parties, Valerie’s friends lost sight of the girl at a Hastings House soiree. Valerie was hard to miss last night, taking shots and snorting lines off the precious rare books of Hastings house. Not the kind of behavior you’d expect from Dean Mulloy’s daughter, his one and only pride and joy. But Valerie has always been a controversial figure at Yates. The girl with grades so low they were in the decibels, a product of nepotism, her father the only reason she attends prestigious Yates University.

But Valerie has quickly made himself indispensable to the student body from the second she stepped foot on campus. Alison DiLaurentis in prime form. She’s well liked, a confidant, the center of attention anywhere she goes, the dark center of the universe. She’s useful. Need to find the answer’s to Friday’s test in Bio 101? She knows where the janitor stashes the keys to professor’s offices. Your regular dealer isn’t pulling through? Valerie can find you another number to text on Saturday night looking for Ritalin. She’s dated her way through the student body, using Tinder like a weapon. It’s like watching a black hole; you can’t look away, and the longer you stand around, the more likely you are to be pulled in. How she worms his way in, learning your secrets and then using them against you is almost something to be admired. The worst thing you’ve ever done, told in confidence to a friend, then used against you. She almost makes the gossip blog redundant.

You might have been relieved when you realize Valerie isn’t around tonight. Finally, a night free. I mean, she’s great, right? But you know how she can get. Then your stomach sinks. The odd string of disappearances on campus. Nothing at Yates in a coincidence anymore. The last time she was seen, she was sunken into her phone, watching messages and Snapchats rolls in from the gossip blog. You have to assume the worst now. Think back to what you know. The way she isn’t responding to texts. How Valerie is everywhere. How she makes it know she’s there. And then panic. She knows everything. The person you’ve entrusted with your secrets is nowhere to be found. And then, more importantly, where did she go?

OOC ADMIN ANNOUNCEMENT LISTEN UP

You’ve met him before––you crossed paths in a dream a long, long time ago. 

SO, before we make any concrete changes, we wanted to ask the members how they would like to see the issue fixed. Would a rule help (maybe, like, for every closed starter that you have you should be required to reply to an open one)? Or... I’m not sure yet. I also have this weird, only half-formed idea where every once in a while Olive and I could randomly assign mini plot prompts and pair characters together to ‘write it out’ sort of, maybe adding connections where there wouldn’t have been any before. Anyway, please let us know!

Xo,

Hear ye, hear ye! What’s up, losers? Jk we love you all. Ahem. Us admins have an announcement regarding the winners of camp wars. Eeeking out the smallesT of victories, but just ONE POINT, we here are very proud to announce that our members posted a total of FORTY FIVE EDITS during our last event! Can you believe? ANYWAYS. Right, the winner. The winning team? Your secrets are safe for now. As for members of the losing team, give this a like if you’re okay with your secret being revealed on the gossip blog. Au revoir!

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