#cancelled.event

[tomas-visser]

The notice was so sudden, going to work in the morning, one announcement and that was it, by midnight they were required to be at the new building holding the whole company. And it was frustrating. They didn't have time to prepare, Skylar was going to have to handle the bakery alone, with Prometheus also scooping up their baby sister. And that first night Tomas couldn't sleep, considering he should be up and prepping and baking by now. He found himself walking through the huge indoor garden, just needed something to do, letting Charles at least sleep while he stressfully paced, hoping to just tire himself out to sleep. But the herbs and fruits do actually look and smell amazing, such care taken over them, Tomas couldn’t help pinching a few - rosemary, lavender, strawberries, oranges, maybe going back into the kitchens Cora already gave him permission to use. “Sorry!” Tomas jumped hearing someone behind him catching him in the act, almost dropping the precious produce basket, “I- I wasn’t.. sure, if I could take them..”

[mrvandaan]

Halloween was Tammy’s favourite holiday: a chance to dress up and let loose for a night without anyone caring. Besides, no-one was going to comment on his choice of costume -- especially when the slightly-unbuttoned silk shirt and an artfully placed necklace redirected people’s attention to his knife-like collarbones (and a bad decision stick-and-poke)

With one or two drinks gone already, the night had barely begun and he felt damn near invincible.

“Come on!” He grabbed the nearest person’s wrist, pulling them towards the mystery shots. “It’s not Halloween unless everyone gets smashed!”

[jcunos]

The Funke-Flynns’ Halloween party was the first event Juno had dragged himself to since he’d got out of hospital. Since he’d finally caved and seen an occupational therapist, who’d directed him to someone who made walking aids, who’d made him a sleek, mostly unobtrusive cane. That didn’t stop it from feeling wrong, though; he was still getting used to it, painfully aware of how people would be watching, judging, making him wish he’d never turned up.

Baby steps. It was all baby steps, and Juno felt a lot more comfortable with Carrie curled around his shoulders like a furry scarf. She didn’t mind dogs, and the pack apparently didn’t mind her, seen as all she was doing was sleeping. Besides, he’d spotted a familiar face in the crowd, despite the costumes.

“Hey --” Somehow Juno felt a thousand times shier, like when he’d first arrived in Hollywood. “How’s your night going?”

[clearwvter]

liana was sufficiently fucked, to say the least about her current state. she’d spent the first hour and a half glued to the entryway, waiting on her inhibitions to lower just enough for the noise of the party to fade into background music. she’d taken a few bumps before getting out of the car, and was hitting her dab periodically, which normally would’ve been enough. but suddenly everyone was offering her shots and forcing her to participate in the fun, which had her much more conversational and giggly than usual. 

cut to the present, three hours in, and liana underneath the snacks table searching for her god damn tech deck again. her fingers closed around the oblong miniature skateboard and she smiled triumphantly, finding her way out from under the table. her butt backed into someone just as she smacked her head on the outer edge. rubbing her head, liana could barely keep a straight face as she looked into where their eyes should be, “shit. sorry. had to um, ya know.” 

[jessamine-bj]

Prometheus brought them here to die; that much was clear enough to Jess. Get them all in one place and it would be easier to pick off the dissenters, easier to make him into simple, sanitised bloodstains. And yet -- he couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but numb, a dull ache in the centre of his chest. All he’d been doing was staring at the ceiling for hours, spreadeagled on Julian’s bed with a crack pipe dangling between his fingers, not even bothering to shut the door -- the crack seemed to have lost its usual effect, only adding to the melancholy. 

He told himself he wouldn’t cry, but he was anyway, silent tears sliding down his cheeks. It was only then that he noticed someone else entering the room; rolling over hurriedly, he scrubbed the tears away. Quick to resume his dramatic persona, as usual. “God, don’t you know how to knock? I could’ve been naked, you know.”

[cancelledhq]

ATTENTION

Prometheus Productions' main priority is to extend safety to its employees and contracts alike, and in this uncertain time, Ms. Samson has opened up her private residential building to those involved in every aspect of Prometheus' daily life. To those that are not familiar with the complex, it is one of Los Angeles' most distinguishable structures that contribute to the famous skyline, as seen here. All amenities are at no cost, including 24-hour room service, spa treatments, indoor and outdoor swimming pool access, fitness center, Ms. Samson's custom indoor botanical garden, and more. For your own protection, contracts and employees are required to stay with a curfew at midnight. Those that are not directly employed or contracted by Prometheus are not obligated, but will not be able to have any contact with those that do should he/she/they decline the invitation. Apologies to any scheduling conflicts our production crews may face. As an additional precaution, there will be two guests per room, meaning you will be sharing with another. A list of partners is included below. Enjoy your stay.

Birdie & Dougie

Tomas & Charles

Nicholas & Alice

Micah & Claudia

Ingrid & Jade

Sebastian & Lynn

[Bram] & Julian

Henri & Eloise

[Juno] & Kingston

Eve & Lina

Tommy & Joseph

Miguel & Sylvie

Theo & Fabian

Cleo & Ade

Simon & Teagan

Cora & Sloane

Neta-Li & Maggie

Mary & Bri

[EDITED]

[antfunke]

@charlesirons​ @gilded-castle​

The train rattled and shook underneath Ant's feet. He knew it wasn't a real train, but it felt real, a deeply unsettling sensation. He tried, for the contracts, to smile, but his heart wasn't in it-- His heart was at home, with his husband, far away from this fucking horrible place. Still, the Contracts needed someone on their side in this fucked up little game, and Ant could hardly call himself part of the League if he wasn't willing to take a hit?

Ant ignored the cameras, even as they zoomed in on his face. He wasn't an actor. They knew that when they assigned him to it. "Let's just stay calm and get through this, okay?" Ant said, trying to keep his voice calm. "We'll get out of here in one piece and go home to our families."

[thomcsprice]

tommy price and ingrid hawkins will be attending the funke-flynn party dressed as everyone’s favorite onscreen couple troy bolton & gabriella montez. they’ve got the screen accurate costumes from the filmé, though they seem to have missed getting to the same scene. ingrid’s sporting a gold T necklace, whether for troy or tommy, no one really knows the answer. and be wary of the basketball that’s liable to go flying through the air at any moment, as tommy has no mercy, only the advice: you’ve got to get your head in the game.