despite the fact that the school had given everyone the day off, blair still found herself sitting alone in a booth at the diner, several piles of paper surrounding her and a basket of fries. head down, attempting to read another reading reflection her students had written about ‘lord of the flies’ where all they wrote about was the man parachuting from the plane and how the boys thought it was a beast. movement from the other side of the table cause her to draw her eyes upwards, a smile making its way onto her face in greeting. “you couldn’t have come at a better time honestly, if i had to keep reading this i might cry.”
INTRODUCING... LEVI FISHER, a man who never secretly cried over a ouija board not responding to him !
born and raised in beaver creek, colorado levi has now spent twenty-seven long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a sober companion, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.
name: levi fisher.
age: twenty-seven.
career: sober companion, currently working towards a psychology degree.
residence: 123 Street Lane, apt 123 // single-bed apartment.
spouse: n/a.
children: n/a.
pets: a turtle named mike.
facts:
triggers: brief mentions of death and drug use
voted least likely to win the lottery.
yes, his parents still died, but it was an actual murder case ( what given that they weren’t living in a huge mansion ). yes, his grandparents still died, but what else is new ?
yes, he was also still an addict. he fell into it to dull down his constant fears, but was brought back to reality after he helplessly watched an old friend of his overdose because he’d dragged them into that world. between that and some familial and platonic intervention, he went to rehab.
and he went a couple of times, but is now two years clean and feeling good. he wants to help people who were in a place like he was, but he doesn’t have the qualifications yet.
he’s started attending the local college, hoping to earn a bachelors, and eventually a masters (at the very least) in psychology so he can go work his genuine dream job.
until then, he’s taken on the role of a sober companion which... actually makes more money than you’d think. although his role is basically to just keep whoever he’s been hired to keep sober sober, he tries to go further than that and... might get preachy at times, but it’s with the best intentions.
actually has a working phone. never overdosed, therefore never earned the nickname ‘fluke’ ( so going back and typing that next week will be hard to remember haflksd ). siblings are all still alive. would still die for jo, but not in the creepy william faulkner type of way.
It’s about that time! Now, please follow THIS LINK to be taken to the main page of the event. when you get to that page, it should be self explanatory but you will click either your subplot name, or, if the name is not there you will click other.
follow the paths however you feel your muse would and discover something new about the manor. please let me know if any path is broken, everything should lead you to a point where you’re taken back to the dashboard.
this event we are doing things a bit differently, at the end of the solo paths you will be told to write a self para or thread based off the prompt given. of course these are meant to be loose / light concepts for you to work with and you may turn it into whatever you want. This also includes writing a starter instead of a self para, or creating extra details I didn’t explicitly state.
If you want some more ideas, or some more content for your self para or starter, you are always more than welcome to message me. This also goes for clarification, of which I will always give!
As for the others paths, you will be able to pick different options to run through and I ask that you use the first path you take for your muse, and do not go back and pick another path. Unless, of course, you find multiple people are following the same path. For the time being, we’re not going to mind if people find out the same information, and just warp timelines a bit in order for it to make sense. Though, there are a lot of paths to take.
I believe that’s all to say for now, but once again if you have any questions do not hesitate to message me!
INTRODUCING… ISAAC BAROT, now with 30% less obvious type a tendencies !
born and raised in beaver creek, colorado isaac has now spent twenty-seven long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a sound engineer and drum instructor, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.
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name: isaac barot.
age: twenty-seven.
career: sound engineer & drum instructor.
residence: 123 Street Lane, apt 223 // double-bed apartment.
spouse: n/a, dating joakim ryan ( @exsomniis ).
children: n/a.
pets: a black cat named macavity ( nicknamed ‘idris elba’ ).
facts:
voted most likely to speak to the manager.
his parents weren’t literally just friends and actually made up a family unit, offering more control and stability in a young isaac’s life. incredible how such a small thing can change a man’s likelihood to rearrange ikea !
he knew he loved music and he also knew he wanted to make a living off of it, but beaver creek is nothing like los angeles or new york - no way he’d get famous for just being in a band.
so! he took up a job as the sound engineer at the local theatre and concert venue, as well as teaching drums to kids on the side.
he makes his own teaching hours, so he loves that.
still likes taking charge, but knows when to loosen the reins... and will loosen them much quicker.
plays in a hobby band.
can you believe i just put ‘hobby’ and ‘band’ in the same sentence when talking about isaac ? i can’t.
less to say about him than fluke because he wasn’t as traumatized :\
introducing… a man when given a future, nathan collins.
the only tricks up his sleeve are the words he uses in court.
born and raised in beaver creek, colorado nate has now spent twenty six long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a lawyer at the only firm in town, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.
name: nathan collins
age: twenty-six( 26 )
career: lawyer.
residence: 1504 pike st. / small apartment, two bed, two bath.
spouse: n/a, to be announced.
children: n/a, to be announced.
pets: a blue heeler mix ( kane )
facts:
he faced the same struggles as teenager, but his rehab visit actually changed his view on things, and he found something he was passionate about.
people always said he wasn’t going to amount to anything so he felt the need to prove them wrong, thus law school.
was always referred to as ‘remy’s younger brother’ but it never actually bothered him.
still 100% into magic, but now it’s just a hobby he does for fun .
he actually graduated with his bachelor’s in three years, then went to the law school in town.
the head lawyer had been working with him for nearly six years by the time he finished, leaving nate to quickly take over once the previous owner retired.
both parents died when he was twenty while he was interning at the law firm, they ruled their deaths an accident.
in his free time he writes songs and plays guitar, but he’s not big on performing for anyone.
you never plan on attending a funeral when you’re on a honeymoon. he has nothing appropriate, is forced to borrow a dress shirt from someone else to wear with his slacks. he feels underdressed, tugs at the cuffs every so often as he and sophia stand with the rest of the group.
his hand stayed tucked between his wife’s, feeling her cold fingers squeezing his own tighter. he might not have known the people they’re burying, but he feels the loss all the same. it’s a terrifying reality check, reinforces something he’s come to accept since they arrived here: they aren’t safe.
he’s going through his ativan like its a pack of tic tacs, paranoia and guilt eating away at him. he is, after all, the one that booked their honeymoon. if anything happens to either of them, it’s completely on him. his fault.
he’d always believed in ghosts in an abstract way. never seeing, just believing in the possibility of the impossible. now that he’s seen though, now that he’s trapped, he wishes that weren’t the case.
Collected, you make your way out to the edge of the wilderness. Just far enough into the woods where those who you bury will not be able to see the manor from their final resting place.
TWO HOLES dug six feet deep.
MICHAEL & CARMELLA’S bodies carried, wrapped in blankets and sheets.
Then gently placed in their respected plots.
You stand beside strangers and friends as those close to the deceased say their final goodbyes, and you can feel something behind you.
Turning your gaze back to the manor, on the front porch you see a group of five. Unable to make out their faces, you’re able to watch as all but one turn and head back into the house.
The person gestures, and you all collectively go back to the manor where the redhead is waiting.
“That’s a nice spot,” she noted, “you’re able to walk a couple more feet, that’s where we buried Row. It’s right on the edge, there.”
“Things are happening around here, and it’s only going to get harder for you but, with him getting stronger, we are too.” There’s a hopeful look in the red head’s eyes as she looks over the group fondly.
“oh, I’m Imogen by the way.” she goes to extend her hand only to quickly pull it back to her body. A nervous smile on her features. “I’ve talked to a couple of you. Some of you prefer Wes though, I think.”
“Because I’m Fun,” can be heard from inside the manor, though imo waves him off. “and stupid. that’s for damn sure.” she finished.
“There’s a couple of things we need to make clear now the games have changed and he’s getting stronger every single time one of you...” her voice fades, “every time someone meets their untimely fate. he can only scare us so many times before we become immune, and that’s where you all come in.”
“please, just stay in the light. I’ve seen the technology you have, use it. figure out how to make it so that light stays in this house every hour of the day and avoid the shadows. the child is the warning. he’ll send him first, if you hear the boy you need to get somewhere safe. there’s a key in ida’s room, it unlocks the doors to the tunnels. use them.”
“there are a couple of rooms we need you to stay away from, but the basement isn’t it. that’s his room. where he came from, and ultimately where I think the pieces to this screwed up puzzle are hidden. but we can’t go down there. I’ve tried, the door doesn’t open and when it does, it’s... bad.”
“I need you to find the tape recorder, they had it recording when they brought him here, it’ll tell us who, what, how... Ida and Harold aren’t bad people, they suffered a great loss and they did the only thing they thought would fix it. They loved their son, and still do.”
As she speaks, Wesley comes to the door and reaches out to grab her. “he’s coming.”
“I have to go. Stay in the light. Use the tunnels. Wesley and I-”
“Imogen. Now.”
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Your muses just buried two bodies and held a ceremony, at the end, Imogen was able to communicate without the board, clear as day.
She explains you must stay in the light and use the tunnels, that ‘he’ controls anthony, the child, and will send him before appearing to guests so be weary.
Imogen asked your muses to find a tape recorder in the home and try to make it so the lights are constantly on or there’s always a source of light.
born and raised in beaver creek, colorado dorothy has now spent eighty-two long, wonderful years in the village. spending the majority of their days working as a ski-lodge concierge, they live a hectic life, but never wishes to leave. they claim citizen kane is their favourite movie and their interests include knitting, crosswords and sky-diving.
name: dorothy grace campbell
nickname(s): dora — by her children ; sugar plum, sweetpea, various other embarrassing pet names — her husband ; grace — close friends .
age: eighty-two ( 82 )
gender: cis female [she/her]
languages: english, ASL.
moral alignment: lawful good
mbti: ENFJ-A
height: 5’5”
career: ski-lodge concierge // foster mother
residence: 193 strawberry park ct. / detached carriage house, 5 bed, two bath.
pets: the neighbour’s mean, fat, spoiled black cat that roots through her garbage ; an old sweetheart of a tabby ( baby dorothy )
ii. aesthetics
scribbled drawings , years old , framed on the walls ; the smell of burning cake , accompanied by a thick black smoke ; hugs that are just a little too tight but make you feel safe anyway ; running to the car , using the picnic blanket as shelter ; dungarees that fit just as well as they did ten years ago ; health days spent cuddling on the couch ; the feeling of safety , always having a fighter in your corner .
iii. facts
grew up in a relatively wealthy family in beaver creek.
she met walter, who was from a significantly less fortunate family, and they fell in love.
her family didn’t approve of her relationship with him, and he had none. she decided to leave her family after one argument too many and never looked back.
they couldn’t conceive, or at least, dorothy couldn’t. she was heartbroken, she’d wanted to eventually have a child with the man she loved — but it wasn’t possible.
it was walter’s idea to foster, she’d been hesitant at first, but quickly warmed to the idea.
their speciality is troubled teens, ones the system had given up on. she likes to think they will at least get some stability before aging out. they have never had a child leave their home for anything other than adoption, no matter what.
the pregnancy was unexpected, dorothy was old and they didn’t think she could conceive anyway. the baby was born perfectly healthy, and her presence was a welcome addition to the household.
the campbells adopted their last child well into her sixties. she was only a baby at the time (the first baby they’d ever taken!) and they fell in love with her.
so here she is,,, skiing and shit in her town. her husband tries to stop the sheer chaos that is dorothy grace campbell but the only one who can stop her is god and she killed him.
