∘₊✧── SHRIKE HEIGHTS EVENT; SHRIKE TOWN FUNDRAISER.
the governing body of shrike heights has decided to hold a fundraising event in the town center !
a variety of local shrike artists have put forth some of their works to be viewed and purchased to raise money for the town ! set up in the town square will be numerous stalls and tents in which artists can display their works. you’ll find that some of these pieces are actually quite affordable for the every day shrike resident ! around sundown, mayor sweeney will make an appearance in order to make a speech and reveal the artworks donated by distinguished shrike residents that are to be auctioned. if you can’t afford to buy some art from our local artists, the town center stores have set up donation boxes that you can deposit any amount into ! shrike heights thanks you for your generosity !
time: 3PM ONWARDS.
date: 06/01/1988.
location: SHRIKE HEIGHTS TOWN CENTER.
ooc info – this event runs for one night only in the town center. local shrike heights artists are encouraged to rent booths where they can present and sell their work. a percentage of profits will be going back into the town fundraiser, along with the fee for the booth rental. The entire town is encouraged to attend – the event is free and donations are not mandatory. please note that there will be a plot drop in relation to this event. please feel free to ask us any questions about the event if you have them !
who: open to Bunker Squad™
what: rory trying to be chill about this & all of us pretending she was there the entire time i definitely did not miss this event shHH
where: the bunker
Sitting with her back pressed to the bunker wall, her long abandoned heels on the floor next to her, Rory couldn’t help but feel an acidic I told you so burning in her throat- one for all of the townies who had partied the night away in blissful ignorance. The gang had known this night was bound to spiral into chaos- a when not an if. It had been a long time since they faced the actual Candy Girl versus her copycats, but tonight was the perfect reminder that while the LDB’s danger had seemed deadly, they still had nothing on the Candy Girl. The sorry state of her friends could speak to that- at least half of them left in varying stages of bleeding and broken. And now they were stuck here. It was making her skin crawl. Small spaces always bothered her, but being trapped felt almost unbearable after being stuck in the box on the beach. At least this time there wasn’t any water. She wasn’t alone. Then again- everyone who had been coming to help her before was now trapped inside too.
“Secret passageways always seemed fun when I was a kid, but I’m kind of secret-tunneled-out at this point.” She tried to quip lightly to the person next to her, but her throat was too tight for the words to come out entirely casually. “I think the next one should at least come with a map or something, right?”
❝ not really sure how i feel about the government of this place . ❞ maybe it wasn’t this place exactly . from what he’d picked up about where they were , a planet called alderaan , things were run by a senator of sorts . individually , the planet wasn’t terrible . however there were larger forces at work . the entire galaxy was under some sort of dictatorship , a galactic empire . ❝ seems a bit ... harsh . ❞
After the disaster that was the winter potluck staying home from this event hadn’t been a difficult choice to make. Jasper wasn’t going either, so Michael had asked him to come over, Now they were both in the living room, Michael curled up in the corner of one couch with a worn out paperback. From his position her could casually glance over at his friend, and smile seeing the other boy read.
Hey Jasper, can I tell you something? he didn’t say. He wanted to, but the words got stuck in his chest, refusing to come out, so he looked back at his book instead. After a few seconds he said something completely different, “do you want some snacks?”
Kayden arrived late, wearing a new suit. His notebook and lucky pen were in his inner pocket, and he was in most aspects a man on a mission. He’d been wanting to get to Hawthorne for a good while now, and finally he’d made the move. There were layers upon layers of deception to his plan, but that was nothing new. He was sure someone in Hawthorne would recognize him, and that his fake name could only last so long anyway.
He made his way to the open bar, mostly for an excuse to strike up conversation. While in line he turned to the person next to him. “Hey there, I’m Noah, I just came into town earlier today.”
who: @malaicit
when: around 9:10 pm, 27 July 2018
where: luna park
Trying to make himself feel better, he was setting off an internal monologue about how anyone would have been fascinated with the rocks, glinting like they have stars inside of them, and that they feel too damn warm, comforting. Simply thinking about it was making him crave another second with them, but he willed himself to walk away - don’t touch them again! - he reminded himself, shaking his head.
After that instant high, the surge of warmth and happiness, was the sudden down, like in a vicious roller coaster ride. Except the down wasn’t scary, or fun, or enthralling, it was just downright depressing. It was like all his feelings of despair before holding them were just magnified tenfold. That was the last thing he needed.
Confused, frustrated, annoyed at himself, Hyacinth pulled his phone out and fought through the headache. Immediately, he thought of Malachite. If anyone would know even the slightest thing about these rocks, it would be the alchemist. Hyacinth trusted the archfey’s hundreds of years of knowledge and experience. Maybe he could help.
Speaking of Malachite, a #10 wouldn’t be so bad right now...
Shaking his head again, he began to compose a message: “So many weird rocks around here at Luna Park,” he started. His fingers hovered over the screen, wondering how to summarize what happened, head throbbing. “Held some, made me feel good. Almost couldn’t let go. I did though and now I feel lousy,” he sent this message. “Maybe you have an idea what these things are?”
It’s summer, and who doesn’t love a chance to get outside for the summer? The au-reality of our game, it is not currently thunderstorming and threatening us with a flood warning (as it currently is in real life). Prime time escapism: in the Feywild verse, it’s a beautiful summer night and Luna Park (in Coney Island, Brooklyn) is having a “Summer Friday” event where all tickets before 9pm are half price. There will be fireworks at 9:30pm and all are welcome.
For timeline purposes, the event is timestamped for July 27th at sunset.
It’s warm out, humid even by the shore, once you make it down to deep Brooklyn. It’s not a feyry event, and so there’s no compelling to go, but quite a few notable fey had mentioned they would be there, and the rumour mill started churning and now it’s become one of those ‘hunting’ nights where the fey show up in whatever they deem most fashionable for the situation and prowl on the humans for their fun—though there’s also fun, of course, to be had in the midway games and on all the rides.
The most notable of these rides is, of course, the Coney Island cyclone. It’s the mother of American roller coaster culture that first debuted on June 26, 1927, with 12 drops and 27 elevation changes that will still take your breath away. There’s also the Sling Shot, the stomach-turning Zenobio, and the Thunderbolt, among other thrilling options. There are midway games like the Fishing Pond, the Water Race, Balloon Darts, and Whack-A-Mole. Dining options include Coney Island Cones, pizza, hot dogs, White Castle, fried carnival fare at Luna Snacks, and down by the water, Place to Beach.
Coney Island is known for its colourful crowd of people. Don’t wander too far beyond the park as the surrounding blocks can get a little rough and hard to navigate, but inside, this is the stretch that produced the stuff of the Coney Island Mermaid Parade held last month. Attire can be as boisterous or as casual as desired. There’s also something to be said for tonight of all nights attracting the weird and wonderful from out of the woodwork: there’s a total lunar eclipse at 5 degrees Aquarius tonight. It’s the longest one of the century.
That’s just four minutes short of the longest such event that's astronomically possible.
That brings with it its own shifts, as it turns out. The hungry grass is found in the cracks of the sidewalks here, but even more prevalent are the occurrences of the hungry rocks. Some people have already found these littered about, but they grow in clusters all around Luna Park, looking almost on purpose, like displays. The hungry rocks have an allure about them, they seem to call to you, the way you’d pick up or touch anything that seems interesting when laid out so innocuously. If you touch these rocks, you’d feel a warmth radiate up through your fingertips and to your heart like a tingling.
The longer you hold the rocks, the harder it is to let go. If you hold them for a few seconds or a moment or two, it will feel really good, and you may not want to let go. During this part, the rocks will feed off your memories; the shorter the touch, the smaller and more inconsequential/unnoticeable the memory would be. Might be of your lunch yesterday, or how you got home—nothing you’d miss. But if you hold on longer, it will take more from you. It may take childhood memories, or memories from one of your lost loves, or memories of your siblings, your parents, your pets—something meaningful.
It’s up to you what memories are taken, but please send a bullet list of these memories to the main for us (they’ll be relevant later; giving us this only gives more depth for your muse for a later event, so we encourage it).
Your muse can break contact early on, but the longer they hold, the harder it will be to break that trance contact and the more they’ll need help to break the trance. The odd thing is, the only thing that seems to be able to break this trance is a song from a Lark—if you can find her, if she wants to help you—or Brielle’s pipes played, but there’s little to no reason for her to have brought them. After you’re no longer touching the rocks, you’ll feel fatigued. These hungry rocks are scattered, waiting throughout the park, for anyone who is lured into interacting with them, shining like quartz lit from within.
Trigger warning: death, gore.
The rocks are only part of the shift. During the lunar eclipse, two things happen: the fey lose their ability to perform glamours, underscoring the weakness within the Courts. Perhaps—perhaps—the hungries and the weakness might coincide. But is one the cause or the symptom? And then—someone—amidst all the fun and the curiosities—toward midnight—Hyacinth* finds the body of an Unseelie fey in the style of Eurya from Imbolc: the fey looks... not newly killed, but rather purposefully moved there, to be found, and on the forehead is a 7-pointed star, as if mocking the protection of the fey.
The Unseelie fey, Spruce, showed the same the slack of jaw and the iron coffin nails that had been impaled through the man’s eyes, killing him. It was long enough ago that it could have been done last month, or last year, depending on method of preservation used by the attacker. Lark identified the body as her adopted father’s cousin and a feyry coroner would later find he had both elixir #10 and a Seelie herb tranquilizer in his system, like the Imbolc attack. Nothing else was found near the body, resting as it was, sunken as it was, waiting as it was to be found beneath the blood moon.
**Notes: Akira, if you would rather Hyacinth not be the one to find the body, let us know! And if any Unseelie fey would like to be the “someone” who identified Spruce, just let us know and we’ll confirm for you if it was your muse! First come / first serve, hit up the main. [DONE] And a note on what I know will come: no, the loss of the ability to do glamour for all fey doesn’t effect the ability or potency of #99 (as that’s already been created through a Wild Hand). Mal can’t make more till his glamours return, though, so it will make #99 in higher demand, rarer, and more expensive.
