#apx:event8

[ofindcmitability]

        will wasn’t enjoying his time in the underworld per say, but rather he was waiting it out. surely this would end soon and everything would be okay. BUT. but then there was a voice. so familiar. “m-mom... ?” it was unlike william to stutter, but he couldn’t help it. “so you do remember me.” luciana spoke. “i guess you also remember how you left me to die.” shit. 

[ofisolaticn]

                   he was a bit groggy admittedly. last thing henrik remembered he was home, he’d.... fallen asleep. on the floor? no, no.... this was... was this NEW ORLEANS? it looked like the pictures of it, from all the movies and shows. he ran a hand through his hair taking in the sights. “this is... this is new orleans. holy crap.” 

[ofhollowcdheart]

              “so THIS is mount olympus?” minthe balked at the sight surrounding him. the golden thrones, the almost cloudlike floor, all the food and wine, and everyone seemingly having so much fun--- “i don’t know what i expected.”

[asphyxiahq]

APX EVENT#8 PART 1/4: PULLED

It was a SWEEP. All over the city, taking the consciousness and persuading them each to SLEEP all at once. The city was full of sleeping beauties all at once. 

At least, until they did. Not where they fell asleep. No. Instead, they awoke in four separate locations. Mystic Falls, Mount Olympus, New Orleans, and the Underworld.

Unbeknownst to our San Francisco residents, each place was cursed.

Mystic Falls? Nothing ever happens there. Truly. All residents who awoke there are utterly mortal. (IE: Every supernatural being, God or Vampire, wakes up as a human being).

Mount Olympus? Filled with thrones, wine, food, and extravagance. It was the place to party and have a blast. But every good thing comes with a trade. (IE: The more you have fun in Mount Olympus the more parts of yourself you lose. Whether it's your empathy, your eyesight or even the feeling in your legs).

New Orleans? Well, New Orleans is the city of parades, of bars and music, jazz. But also the city of the supernatural, namely, the peak of the supernatural. (IE: People cannot control their supernatural abilities. Vampires cannot put away their fangs, werewolves are trapped as wolves, other beings such as witches, cupids, can’t stop the magic they’re doing it and can’t control it. It’s peak power).

Underworld? Not the Charmed version but rather the place where Hades’ castle remains, where so many horrible souls are tortured. Everything looks… beautiful. It was filled with castles and grace. Tempting. (IE: Each moment spent in the Underworld was alluring, it tempted you to remain there, to eat its food and become a prisoner. Surely the Underworld wouldn’t be so bad… no taxes.)

You could find where your muse is HERE.

Good luck San Francisco residents.

Rules:

This is a mandatory event, it will be a long one too though we don’t know the actual end date as of yet.

You could continue your normal threads but please do not start new ones. 

As of yet, there are no exits for these places, any person who is able to transport suddenly finds their abilities unable to leave the confounds.

There will be one mini plot-drop and one actual plot drop, then the ending. Thus this is part ¼.

If you have multiple characters and wish for one not to partake specifically, please tell main and their absence will be explained at the end.

If you can’t find a muse on the list please contact main and we’ll fix that for you!

Please tag your locations in your starters.

If you have any questions or queries please just ask main and we’ll explain them as well as we can!

Please like this once you’ve read it and we hope you enjoy!

[wrckhvck]

                “  this  is  200  year  old  bourbon  and  a  bunch  of  high  schoolers  have  probably  been  watering  it  down  with  crystal  light,  or  those  stupid  flavored  waters,  so  yes  –  i’m  angry.    so  angry,  i’m  going  to  drink  the  rest  of  this  before  we  get  snapped  back.   so  you  can  either  join  me,  or  keep  your  judey  little  comments  to  yourself.  ” 

[ofvindictc]

        the  gun’s  not  his  weapon  of  choice  but  there’s  no  way  he’s  sinking  his  fangs  into  the  neck  of  a  clown.  no  fucking  way.   his  only  other  option  had  been  an  axe,  but  close  range  attacks  aren’t  at  the top  of  his  wish  list.  truthfully,  he  doesn’t  want  to  get  within  20  feet  of  it.   besides,  it’s  not  like  the  person  he  took  the  gun  off  of  is  going  to  need it;  they’re  dead,  neck  snapped  at  his  hands  after  he’d  fed  on  them.  as  far  as  levi’s  concerned  ?    he’s  done  them  a  favor.   it’s  a  merciful  death  compared  to  being  mutilated  by  the  pennywise  wannabe  stalking  the  streets  of  new  orleans.  whatever  it  is,  whatever  it  wants,  it  doesn’t  seem  inclined  to  give  him  a  break.  even  with  his  enhanced  speed,  it’s  seemingly  everywhere  he  turns.  (   he  refuses  to  think  there  could  be  more  than  one.   call  it  denial,  call  it  wishful  thinking.   )      

              he’s  down  to  the  last  bullet  in  the  chamber,  his  back  up  against  a  wooden  fence  as  he  fumbles  with  the  latch.  it  might  not  stop  the  thing,  but  in  the  least  it  should give  him  enough  time  to  escape.   he’s  so  fixated  on  securing  the  lock  and  shoving  a  shed  in  front  of  it  that  he  doesn’t  notice  he  has  company  until  it’s  too  late.   sensing  movement  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye,  he  whips  out  the  gun  and  points  it  at  the  person  approaching.   he  doesn’t  shoot;  hesitates  just  long  enough  to  determine  if  they’re  friend  or  foe.   “  there’s  a  killer  clown  on  the  loose  and  you  SNEAK  UP   on  someone  ?    are  you  trying  to  get  killed  ?  ”

[hxrbingr-a]

there’s a fire like fright exploding at the pit of her stomach  ,  as well as a god awful embarrassment that she’s definitely trying to shake off  ----  paired together it’s almost cataclysmic  .  since being in mystic falls she’d had a drink at the grill  ----  merely passing time since she wasn’t going to explore and GET LOST  .  but it was after she’d left that she’d seen something that couldn’t be described  .  it was what looked like and what she imagined to walk and sound like  .  .  .  a MUMMY  ??  and imagine how silly she looked when she tried to scream and blast him away with the usual power of her banshee scream  ----  only for it to come out as a pathetic yelp  .  emeralds scan to the person as she tries to catch her breath  ,  to kerb the blood rushing to her cheeks  ,  and to calm herself down  .  “  PLEASE tell me you saw that  ----  the monster  ,  not my ridiculously stupid attempt at protecting myself  .  because that will NEVER be spoken of again  .  ”

[clawedtrauma-a]

entirety of her being is on high alert  ,  mind completely frazzled and heart feeling like it was going to leap from her chest  .  she’s running  ,  as fast as she can  -----  lungs are aching from air  ,  air that wasn’t down here  .  surely what she just saw  ----  no that couldn’t be real  .  she had just stared at the very person who’s throat she tore out all those years ago  .  her dad  .  a cruel man  ,  someone who was devoid of love  .  and yet  ,  he was here  .  like it was some warped nightmare sent to punish her  .  she’s coming to a stop  ,  eyes frantically darting for some kind of hiding spot  .  it’s then that she sees someone and amber doesn’t entirely know what to do  .  “  .  .  .  are you REAL  ?  ”