Sutton was suspicious of the casino themed “charity” event. He wanted receipts that all the funds would go directly where the council said it would; He wanted the council to admit they had the money to do all this without the public’s help; and most importantly he wanted more attention directed to the homeless and low income folks of Faerune whose streets and homes (already under major disrepair) were completely demolished now. There were too many questions left open ended here.
He wasn’t dressed for the event, fine, but Sutton had been there, collecting donations. Still, a break had been in order sooner than he’d have liked -- people were too well dressed and it was too crowded so he stepped outside for a moment before he choked himself with the nearest tablecloth. He wasn’t expecting security to give him a hard time coming back in. But he wasn’t surprised. To be fair, this was one of the same security guards that always gave him a hard time at city hall. Why would tonight be any different?
“We’re really doing this right now... Hey, excuse me?” He called over the bouncer’s shoulder to the closest person walking back inside, “You didn’t happen to receive an official certified mailed invitation to this public event did you? Or am I mistaken?”
Interviewee’s description: Pale skin tone. Black hair. Green eyes. Appears to have a fine layer of brick dust on her. Rapidly healing bruising done from impact with wall.
Interview summery: Questioned in regards to magical attack against Faerune leadership.
It wasn’t the first time Briana had woken up in a cell. She stared at the wall she was facing, the stiff cold material of the cot beneath her did wonders to force her from falling back into the abys that was sleep.
“She’s awake.”
“Guess we’re doing this then. In you go.”
“Me? Fuck no. I’m not getting in a cell with the Black Banshee. You know she’s killed people, right?”
“Fucking pussy. She’s completely out of it. Has been since the hotel.”
Bri closed her eyes and sighed. What had she done now? Did she remember? She remembered...
Had she hurt someone?
Len?
Her memory was foggy and trying to make sense of it was hard. She remembered Len collapsing, seizing. Terrible black figures trying to hurt him.
“Alright, get up.”
She was pulled up when she didn’t move, still in her party dress. Forced to stand she was cuffed and walked through to the interrogation room. Much nicer these days than it had been three hundred years ago. Briana was sat down and the cuffs removed as the detective sat in front of her.
“Can you state your name for the record?”
“...”
Briana stared at the table, gaze distant. She could hear but it was like her mind and body had split and she could respond.
“Let the record note Miss Briana of Drombeg refuses to answer.”
She hadn’t heard her full name used in a while. Most people didn’t know the area she haled from, especially as new places and names came into fashion. Her head turned slightly in response.
“Witnesses place you alone with Councilman Larose moments before he collapsed from poisoning. Apparently the discussion was quite heated. Do you want to tell us what you were talking about?”
Briana closed her eyes. He’d... kissed her. The fool. Out there in front of everyone with no shame, no regard for himself. She’d been so mad. Then...
His confession, the temptation to just let him have what he wanted despite the achingly short amount of time she had been presented with. The pain in his voice when he realised something was wrong.
“You were seen attacking medical professionals who were attempting to aid him. Is that correct?”
Had she? She didn’t... the black figures. Oh no. Who had she hurt?
“Is he dead?” Briana croaked out, her eyes still not meeting the detectives.
“I’m... I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss Councilman Larose’s current state with you. You’re a suspect. Now, you historically have ties with the council but you also have a series of violent crimes against the council on your record. You spent... almost a century in prison after the battle for the feywilds for slaughtering most of your men. Is this you starting up again? Renewing your loyalties to the Seelie fae and hoping they forgive you?”
Briana got up from her seat, startling the detective just a little. “Do you have any real evidence connecting me to this?” She asked, her gaze finally meeting his.
“I well...
“Are you charging me with anything?”
“Not right-”
“Then I’ll be leaving.”
Briana didn’t give the detective anymore time to argue with her. She could only imagine the state she looked striding out of the station, her dress torn and covered in brick dust. She just wanted to go home and sleep and never wake up again.
Interviewee’s description: Using a glamour. Appears mid-twenties, assumed to be older. Brunette. Brown eyes. Medium skin tone.
Interview summery: Questioned in regards to magical attack against Faerune leadership.
It was awful to watch so many important Faerune leaders be hurt by some seemingly invisible force. It couldn’t have been the drinks because everyone else seemed to be fine. Mia had even doubled checked with Ryan to make sure he was okay.
When people started being pulled out for questioning Mia couldn’t understand why she had been chosen but there she was separated from her companion from the night trying to hold her glamour together.
“Do you understand why you’re here?” She was asked and she shook her head truthfully. She didn’t. Why would she want to hurt the council? Why would she want to hurt Ryan’s boss?
“Can you state your name for our records?”
“A-Amelia Fraser.”
The person interviewing her seemed to frown at that response. Like they hadn’t been expecting Mia to say it.
“Well, Miss Fraser. the attack on our cities leadership tonight was one of magic in origin. We’re doing our due diligence and making our way through magic users and those with ties to magic users. You flagged up among the guest list.”
Mia’s brow creased. She could barely count, could she? She had no control over her abilities. The last time she did anything of note it was to burst her and Ryan out of the pocket they were trapped in. She couldn’t even encourage plants to grow.
“I’m not sure I have the type of skill you’re looking for. I barely know how to control my glamour. I couldn’t do something like this. I don’t know how.”
“Convenient cover. A young woman who appears out of the blue. No records.”
Amelia looked down at her hands. She had gotten herself to where she was because of fake documents. There was a real possibility she was about to lose everything.
“I-It’s not...”
“You didn’t do a very good job of changing your appearance. Sure you kept your head down but we know you’ve been at the scene of every major unexplained incident since October.”
She looked up in confusion. Changing her appearance? Mia shook her head. What exactly was she being accused of here?
“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Of course I was at those events, anyone can go. I was trapped during the earthquake. I was in the crowd watching the councils speech. I was just here because I’d never experienced gambling before. I’m not... I don’t know what you want me to say.” Mia wanted to leave but she didn’t know if they would let her.
“You’ve been gone for a while so I’ll admit a few people weren’t clued in on your brand of chaos but I knew I’d seen your face before. You really want to sit there and pretend you’re some unknowing fae, Lilium?”
That name. She only knew it from once place. Her birth certificate. What did this have to do with her mother?
“I... That’s not me. My name isn’t Lilium. It’s Amelia. I’m fae. You know I can’t lie to you. You know i’m not lying.” She insisted.
“Amelia Fraser didn’t exist a year ago. You didn’t exist a year ago. Suddenly you’re established within the city. You have a job, a bank account, cute little human boyfriend. I’ll admit it’s a good cover. Acting like you agree with the union. You expect us to believe that this isn’t some elaborate plan? You’ve been a thorn in the council’s side for decades. You think covering up the blonde is fooling anyone?”
Mia flinched, her eyes scrunched shut as she tried to remain calm. “It’s not me. It’s not me. I think you’re talking about my mother.” She replied quietly though the realisation was heart breaking. She really had to let all possibilities of a normal family go. “I’m... My name is Amelia Fraser. I was born on December 11th, 1996. Right here in Faerune. There’s a birth certificate. I’m... I present in my fae form mostly like my father. I’m not... her. I don’t know anything about her. I didn’t have anything to do with this. Please... Look.”
She lifted her shaking hand and pulled back her glamour, revealing the blue skin underneath. The person questioning her seemed to have some kind of internal argument with themselves before leaving the room for a moment.
Amelia wasn’t sure how long she was sat there alone but eventually they came back. “There was a baby girl, part Naiad, born 25 year ago. Police report says the baby was stolen from her mothers home. You’re saying that’s you.” Mia nodded but didn’t give them eye contact anymore.
“Alright. Say I believe you. Lilium, your mother, she’s a dangerous woman. A known terrorist. It would be wise if you didn’t look into her. The last thing you want is to be pulled into whatever she has planned.”
This was worse than finding out her father was a deadbeat. It was worse than Ellis rejecting her. Her mother was a bad person and worse still she looked enough like her people thought she was her.
“Can I go now?” She asked quietly.
They nodded and Mia left her seat. As she left the room she looked around, unsure what to do for a moment. Seeing Ryan she immediately hurried over to him, holding back her tears. Wrapping her arms around him she buried her face in his neck as she tried not to cry. “Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t want to go home alone.”
Jasper wasn’t prepared for the evening to go as awry as it had. He’d had plans to go check in on the resident Sad Bitch, go home and then maybe pass out for a few hours before work the next morning. Instead, all hell had broken loose, just when he’d let his guard down enough to have a drink with another familiar.
One by one, high ranking council members and pack leaders dropped across the ballroom - and even outside, beyond the doors, further than he was able to see. The gambling event was now an active crime scene - and his night just got a whole lot busier.
He had to go find Conner, to help him lock down the scene, but first, he had to take stock of who was down and who might need medical attention. Councilman Len had been one of the first to collapse and watching Bri react to that had almost been disastrous. Bri didn’t take it well - trying to force away Len’s own family. Jasper was confident, however, that Bri would be fine, despite the drywall bath she was taking thanks to Percy’s quick reaction, but he didn’t quite know what to make of October’s sudden altruism.
From the sounds of it, Simon had had to rescue Lucas from the outdoor pool, after Lucas had also collapsed. He was rather proud the boy had managed to rescue the man and keep a case of suspected poisoning from turning into a murder.
Miss Croft had collapsed in front of one of Faerune’s most capable neurosurgeons so Jasper decided to leave that one in Doctor Mahajan’s capable hands. While he had no doubt the elder vampire would be fine, Miss Croft scared the shit out of him anyway and he didn’t want the trouble. He could make inquiries later.
Making his way toward the doors, Jasper spied Sutton trying to assist Wisteria Addler outside. Jasper made a note to talk to them later too, but he did take out his phone to call for medical, considering Wisteria was bleeding from his mouth.
Spying no one else affected so far, Jasper went off to hunt for Conner - determined to do things right.
50 different questions played on a loop in the back of his head. Poisoning. What kind of poison affected all sorts of supernaturals? Was it poisoning? Was it a curse? Who would have done it?
Jasper had a funny feeling he was going to end the night with far more questions than answers.
On the night of April 1st, throughout the evening at the casino night fundraiser, those in power began to feel themselves grow weak. Councilmembers, Alphas, Coven Priests, they all felt their energy drain from them. They felt their heads slowly ache until sharp pain burst across their brains. Their stomachs twisted and turned, and those that could sweat soaked through their clothes, running high fevers.
One by one, they began to fall, seizing on the floor until finally darkness, quiet, still, as one by one they fell unconscious.
They awoke minutes later, still weak but seemingly symptomless, to a scene of complete chaos.
As was intended.
((the drinks of a select few have been poisoned with magic! those sensitive to magic will be able to tell that it’s some kind of magical attack. those player characters poisoned are:
Elizabeth Croft
Len LaRose
Lucas Walker
Natasha McNaughton
Natalie McNaughton
Reyna
Wisteria Addler
the muns can determine the severity of the symptoms and after-effects! but everyone goes unconscious, appearing dead, until they wake seemingly symptomless three minutes later.
new starters can be made, or current threads can timeskip! all threads may continue until their completion, but please don’t post any new event starters after April 16th.))
Unsure of why she had even come when she was pretty much broke, Nash hovered near the food table. There were plenty of familiar faces but none she had any connection with. Damn she really was a recluse, making a mental note to socialize more and adding a second one to forget the first after watching someone fail at trying to play pick up artist.
She sighed and picked up her glass taking a sip before asking the person at the table with her, "How long until you think there's a body? Does anyone have a betting pool going yet? That's where the safe money is." It was morbid but she thought it was funny.
The warmth of the drinks burned under her skin, cheeks starting to hold the red hue, as Sid finished another drink. She was here to be messy and let loose. She knew that she couldn't party like she did back home but she'd find the line to walk. Early on in the event she had seen her parents together and that was just more to add on to her anger. They were acting like normal, how could they be so cavalier? It was making her miss home more than she thought she would. Obsidian huffed in frustration with an eye roll before grabbing another drink.
There was a table near by that Sid decided to claim as hers to set her drink down and make a plan for what to do next. As she approached it she noticed a pretty fae with long dark hair standing close to the table, "Do you mind?" She asked nodding at the table with a smile.
