#carthayplotdrop

[tnxgled]

Text || Everyone ( Anyone? )

Rapunzel: Oh my god? What on earth was that?

Rapunzel: Was that even from this earth?

Rapunzel: Are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?

[barrelselick]

@BAZSELICK posted a tweet!

@BAZSELICK: shaggy! shaggy! i cant see without my glasses! ok no wait but seriously, anyone else in carthay without electricity right now? i'm not saying its aliens but...

[fondly-fawn]

July 14,2019.

starter for @findingpeachx

After hours at the marine life institute had to be one of Fawn’s least favorite shifts to work. Despite not actually being an employee, they often kept her after hours as she was one of the few volunteers who didn’t mind helping out when the janitorial services were short that day. It wasn’t the cleaning duty she hated, rather than the overall eeriness the institute gave off at night. Void of people, minus the few employees in charge of after hour marine life care, it was just weird to see the halls so empty and quiet.

Lucky for her, she was finished with her last job of the day, mopping the empty hallway. Dragging the mop and bucket behind her, she made her way to the janitors closet, and that’s when it happened- everything went dark. “Um.. Hello?” She called into the darkness, trying to stop the shaking in her voice. She could make out a figure in the distance, or... was that a figure? It was impossible to tell. “Is someone there?”

[attinabenscn]

breathe in 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4

Oh the waves roll low, and the waves roll high ...

Attina Benson was generally a very logical woman. Emotion-driven when it came to others, certainly, but overall quite rational and focused. But there were some things that brought her back to a scared child again, hoping for her mother to come and sing her back to a state of calm. She never did well in the dark.

And so it goes ... Under a bright blue, endless sky

hold 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... 6 ... 7 

Waves try to measure, the days that we treasure

She felt ridiculous as she lent against the cool wood of her kitchen cabinets, feeling the tile underneath her legs and bracing her head in her hands. She continued her breathing pattern for what felt like forever, the melody lingering in her mind as the lights flicked back on. 

breathe out 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... 6 ... 7 ... 8 ...

Wave hello, and wave goodbye

[girlrags-blog]

       LIKE ON MOST DAYS ,  it was a part of sally’s chores to check the mailbox after coming home from work .  granted it wasn’t the most annoying of her obligations ;  if anything ,  it was nice to see that people still sent things to one another in an era where text messages  &&  e - mails were the norm  ---  even if some of those correspondences were just bills to pay .  of course ,  the envelopes were never addressed to her ,  but to finkelstein instead ;  except for today .  as she separated the small pile into two smaller ones ,  one for bills  &&  one for who knows what ,  the redhead noticed an envelope with her name written on it .  it was the first time she’d received a letter ever since arriving in carthay ,  &&  the girl had absolutely no idea who it came from .  why would anyone send her a letter anyway ??  once she was finished organizing the scientist’s mail ,  sally slipped the envelope inside the pocket of her dress  &&  decided to go on about finishing her duties around the house ,  finding it better to wait until she could focus only  &&  entirely on the letter she received .

      later that night ,  when the redhead was just about to lie down ,  she remembered the envelope from earlier  &&  prompted herself to take it out of the pocket of her dress ,  studying it as she walked towards her bed .  it had no information regarding the sender ,  which made her wonder if maybe ,  just maybe ,  the person had taken time off their day to physically deliver it to finkelstein’s mailbox .  it seemed unlikely ,  but so did this entire situation .  as she sat down at the end of her bed ,  sally carefully opened the envelope  &&  reached for its contents:  three snapshots of the redhead herself ,  a piece of scratch paper she placed face down on her lap  &&  lastly ,  a piece of rag from one of her dresses ,  which she instantly recognized as the dress she wore the day she stumbled into carthay .  the redhead’s brown gaze examined the rag in confusion while her other hand reached for the piece of paper ,  turning it over to reveal a small message .

      Do you remember?

      lips parted at the strange question .  sally had absolutely no memory of how she came to town  ---  her only memories of that day were the incredibly agonizing pain from having a twisted ankle ,  no more than that .  shaking her head as if to suppress the strange feeling creeping up her spine ,  the girl put both paper  &&  rag down on the bed ,  then reached for the three pictures she’d received  &&  started to analyze them .  for a moment ,  she could swear the same pain she felt on her ankle that day returned to her for a split second ,  until she saw the last picture .  behind her ,  there seemed to be a  blurry / dark  figure trailing from a small distance .  the sight made sally’s eyes widen  &&  although she didn’t let go of the picture ,  her delicate figure instantly crawling back towards her pillow  &&  covering itself up to her neck with a blanket .  after looking around her room ,  hoping that maybe someone would come out  &&  tell her it was all a prank ,  sally dared to look down at the picture once again .  never had she felt so lost or unsafe ,  even in her own room .

[spacestitch]

PLOT DROP ; RETURN TO SENDER ???

Stitch joked about those stupid dark web unboxing videos before, but he never planned on actually doing one. He had so many questions? What was inside? Who sent it? And why? Was this a prank? Or an honest mistake?  Stitch was hesitant to open it. Ripping off the tape and lifting a flap, what Stitch found blow his mind. Pieces of high end jewelry and if he wasn’t mistaken a couple of them that were known to be owned by famous actor James Sullivan. 

It was a normal day for Stitch. He had the house to himself as his two sisters were out doing their own thing. He had no class that day and was woken up his growling stomach. After a quick Eggo and a cup of coffee, he was going to start on the little task Nani had asked him. He had to check out something in back of the house. It was when he opened his front door to found an marked box. 

He didn’t remember ordering anything. He thought that Nani or Lilo might have ordered something but the box had so sort of labeling or anything on it. So what was this box doing there? Stitch had to document this. What else was he suppose to do? He went straight to Twitter and recorded him finding the box outside his door. Once the video posted, Stitch was just too curious to not open it. He brought the box inside the house after locking the door behind him. 

He placed the box in the middle of the dinning table. He had no idea what could be inside. It was light in weight, so there was a low chance of it being a body part or anything inside. Stitch joked about those stupid, dark web unboxing videos before, but he never planned on actually doing one. He had so many questions? What was inside? Who sent it? And why? Was this a prank? Or an honest mistake? Stitch was hesitant to open it. Ripping off the tape and lifting a flap, what Stitch found blow his mind. Pieces of high end jewelry and if he wasn’t mistaken a couple of them that were known to be owned by famous actor James Sullivan.

All of it was the real shit. Silver necklaces with huge jewels, a couple of gold and diamond rings and earrings. All of this could be worth a good couple thousand dollars. And it was just sitting outside his house. These could pay off so many bills if he sold them. But were they his to sell? He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell anyone. Stitch hid the box in his closet deep under his clothes. And to all the curious people on Twitter, he responded that he just forgot that he had an Amazon package. That was going to be his story. For now until he knew what he was going to do.

[barnesatsea]

July 14th, 2019.

It’s late, he knows that much. His head’s been spinning for almost an hour now and he can barely walk straight. People walk around him and as a small smile is forced on his lips, his eyes narrow to make something out of the circles of light lining up the path and he wonders... Would they think he’s drunk? Would they think he’s high? Would they think he’s ill and reach out a helping hand?

But Eric is neither of those things, he’s just... extremely tired. Numbers are something he’s never been afraid of. Math came easy to him as a child and yes, it got a little more complex as he grew up but it was never too big of a challenge to make sense of it. He understood numbers and as he went to college that understanding only grew... understood how they eventually came to rule the business world and with that, everything else. After college, Eric Barnes understood numbers so well he began to dislike them quite a bit. 

It’d been a busy afternoon, probably one of the busiest he’d had this year. Full of phone calls and random meetings and a whole lot of books whose pages were covered in company finances with a sticky note on top stating a due date. Numbers he’d then spend hours reading and analyzing and memorizing even. After the first hour he was bored, after the third hour he had a headache and after the fifth hour, the man was officially sick.

And so, now he stumbles with heavy footsteps across the pier and into his boat’s deck with very tired eyes and a very good dog guiding his legs to take the right step. The minute he’d stepped out of the office his body had craved the feeling of the water surrounding his soul; a reasonable translation for that at this hour of the night, was to lie back on his boat’s deck and let the rocking of the waves and the sound of them crashing against ships and rocks, clear his head. And so, he does. Barely two seconds into the deck, he doesn’t even bother getting himself into the middle lounge. Eric gets on his knees, turns around to face the pier and then lets himself lie back into the wooden surface.

It almost feels like magic when it happens. A sudden and very soft and low “boom” heard all across the city and reaching his resting ears.... and then nothing. absolutely nothing. For a couple of seconds he thinks of himself as in paradise with the rocking boat, the sound of the ocean and the pretty lights spread all across the sky– now shining brighter than he’s ever seen in Carthay. He would’ve honestly not been able to tell if he’d imagined it all, had it not been for Max’s barks.

They start small and not very frequent, just so that he can easily tune them out and enjoy his little paradise. But then they get louder and... insistent. Then, the man settles into a sitting position. He takes a look at Max, desperately barking at nothing but thin air, and then at the city: Completely covered in darkness.

It’s a strange sight but that’s not all there is. It doesn’t feel like it anyways...

And then a couple of minutes later, the lights go back on and the world is filled with noise once more. Maybe it wasn’t anything worth worrying, maybe it was all the spinning in his head making him imagine things. Either way, he sighs and leans back against the deck one more time.

[forgottenmusico]

It was late. Hector shouldn’t be up this late. He had to to be up early tomorrow. He sighed strumming the guitar he had in his hands. He wasn’t getting any good tips tonight anyways. So he packed his things he had set up outside the bar. With everything packed, Hector paused as he looked into the bar. One drink wouldn’t hurt. And it will help him fall asleep faster. 

Hector took a seat at the bar and ordered his usual. The bartender recognized him the musician and had his shot glass of Tequila ready for him. Hector enjoyed the music that played inside. He tapped his fingers to the beat as he let the drink take effect. He closed his eyes for a second. It was in second that he opened back his eyes, everything around him was dark. The whole bar was in confusion. Hector was one of the few people to check outside. The whole street seemed to have lost power. 

Hector stood out in the street with a few other confused patrons. From what he could hear from others, the whole city seemed to have gone into darkness. He felt like he should make some calls of his own. He might need to check up on Coco and Imelda. Coco required some machines for her health. Hector reached for his phone. His hand rested on his pant pocket. He couldn’t move. Something in the air seemed off. He felt frozen. No one else had noticed this odd sensation. That drink must have been stronger than usual or he his eyesight was finally going. As he stared out in the dark city, things were changing? 

Hector blinked until the street lit back up. The music from the bar filled the air again and he started to feel fine again. He need to get back home. After paying for his drink, Hector made his way back to his apartment. He also sent Imelda a concerned text just to make sure.