the clock struck twelve on halloween and all tricks and treats reverted back to normal. most left the festival filled with frightful cheer while another may be weary next year when it comes to spinning wheels. the council's plan to bring people together seemed to work. the involvement of the underland caused no trouble.
at least, on the surface it didn't.
as people went back to their normal lives and geared up for the rushing holiday season, people have begun to notice a change. usuals at the lucky cat cafe haven't come in, stores and cars are left vacant, neighbors who usually greet you in the morning as you head off to work aren't there to say hello, people are going missing.
the truth is, they've been going missing for some time now ... it's only become more apparent after the enchanted festival.
some refuse to fearmonger. they prefer to keep their rose colored glasses on and keep moving on with life. keep moving forward as the council likes to say. others aren't so blind to what's going. they want answers.
are they next ? is elias truly safe ? is the underland not a threat ?
only time will tell.
location & time: the gardens of sotera, late morning after the masquerade.
availability: open to all !
NIGHTMARES plaguing her night's rest aside, Zhao Yan had been having a swell time in Sotera. Alright, nightmares, the jesters, the absolutely creepy idea of a hidden kingdom and subsequently an entire civilization apart ; she'd been having a good time.
The mask were pretty, people were - mostly - polite, everyone had been having fun ( until the jesters had arrived but she had promised herself she won't be thinking about it anymore ) and overall she had met with some old friends, and made new ones.
a success.
Strolling down to the gardens after finally kicking into gear, Yanyan had been standing beneath the Datura tree. The flower had closed once more, the moment the night had turned into day. Perhaps it was for the best - the flowers had been... a little eerie, looking quite a bit like some monster's long forgotten trumpet.
Still, it had reminded her of home, of the village called Frigoria she had lived in her entire life. It had been filled with the Datura. Turning towards the sound of footsteps, Yanyan smiled to the intruder.
"The garden looks rather lovely in the daylight. Though, it is a shame the Datura only blooms at night. They are quite the sight once their flowers open."
May 12th is when our heroes arrive at Vortex. Giggles can be heard as everyone claims their own rooms and beds. The Crybaby's grandparents don't have enough rooms for everyone to have their own, but nobody finds trouble bunking together or taking couches for the summer.
Once the newness wears off and night falls, The Wildcard suggests they go down to the beach and pitch a fire. The Nightingale jests that it's because The Wildcard is a pyromaniac, but they detest it. They get drinks, chairs, lighter fluid, and don't worry, The Worrywart grabbed snacks!
One can only wonder what goes bump in the night in Vortex....
Welcome to our first plot drop! Interactions are not necessarily needed to be at the bonfire or for our first chapter, but they are encouraged to give everyone a jumping-off point! Keep an eye on the Discord for group-related channels as we gear up for our first interactive event! There is no time limit on how long this plot drop will last. We will simply move onto the next chapter once we're ready!
a chuva foi inesperada. não estava nas previsões do tempo, não estava sendo aguardada por ninguém. quando o céu ficou preto, de uma hora para outra, o silêncio tomou conta da ilha de zakynthos por alguns segundos, como se todos se admirassem com a velocidade que as nuvens que vieram do mar e tomaram o céu, como se fosse algo divino.
nos antigos parágrafos gregos que escreviam sobre as chuvas violentas vindas do mar, sempre citavam um mesmo nome: a deusa das tempestades marítimas, das ondas gigantescas, do terror dos mares - cimpoleia. e quando as nuvens carregadas vieram do mar na direção de zakynthos, cobrindo perfeitamente a ilha, mas sem nem respingar nos arredores, os poucos que ainda acreditavam nas divindades passadas começaram a se questionar: seria aquilo um sinal?
não, de sinal não havia nada, mas de fato não estavam completamente enganados - era algo divino, ainda que não intencional. o contato de cimopoleia com uma concha antiga, uma espécie de amuleto que um dia pertenceu a deusa das tempestades, fez com que o vento fosse automático e a chuva viesse com força, com velocidade. a tempestade que tomou a ilha não foi apenas surpreendente, mas foi destrutiva. árvores caíram. postes despencaram. a eletricidade caiu em boa parte da cidade, simplesmente um caos!! mas a pior parte havia sido a confusão mental que aquela chuva causara naqueles que não se lembravam do passado - que não se lembravam quem realmente eram.
cada um dos deuses e seres que viviam em novas vidas, reencarnados como humanos, pode sentir algo a mais. cada um deles que estava em um local descoberto, que sentiu a força da tempestade inesperada, caindo sobre si, cada gotinha de chuva causada por cimopoleia - ainda que sem intenção - fez com que algumas memórias voltassem. algumas memórias em forma de flashes e visões inesperadas, outras em forma de sonhos ou pensamentos fortes. mas uma coisa é fato: cada um daqueles que sentiu a chuva cair sobre si, percebeu que algo de errado não estava certo. a ilha escondia mais segredos do que eles podiam imaginar.
informações ooc
os personagens que TOMARAM CHUVA podem desenvolver o plot de terem algumas memórias ressurgindo (em sonho, em visões, em presságios, deja vus etc).
os personagens que NÃO TOMARAM CHUVA não sentem nada demais, apenas podem ter estranhado a chuva repentina.
vocês quem decidem quem tomou chuva e quem não. qualquer dúvida a ask está aberta!
there is a dark ambience about the ballroom, as smoke clouds permeate the air around her. digits digging into the closest pillar in support, as she pins her hopes on the idea of not being discovered by the enemy. yet, fear torments her, making her appear as a graven image. umber hues dilated and glazed with tears that had yet to fall, as death is most haunting when the smoke clears ... the lifeless nature of those close caused an almost aching sensation to imbue her. digits clasped at her chest, as she can’t breathe ... panic surges through. her first plea for help muffled by the lump that seemed to grow every second ... but, the next was more of a cry. ‘ help ! ’ the only word to elude her lips, but only gets louder as it is said, repetitively. her tone is raspy, as she breathes the smoke in.
𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 : iarna keeps grand ballroom .
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 : plot drop . the winged beasts .
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : open starter for anyone .
SEPTEMBER 8TH, 1980 ― the hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry is alive for another year of learning as the first week of classes come to a close, opening the door for their second week. the students are settling back into their classes, the first years are beginning to learn to navigate the ever-mystical castle, the prefects are back to roaming the halls every day to apprehend the reckless souls, and there’s laughter being thrown around the stone walls. dumbledore, over his half - moon spectacles, watches from his elegant chair as the great hall squirms with life once more. the daily prophet has finally stopped reporting about professor amberella’s rather unfortunate disappearance and hogwarts is once again highly regarded as one of the safest places to keep young witches and wizards, even without defense against the dark arts classes.
it’s two fifteen in the morning when a scream awakes hogsmeade village.
it’s two thirty in the morning when an owl swoops into dumbledore’s office as he tries to burn the midnight oil. the headmaster is about to dismiss it when the golden letters of “ministry of magic” gleams up at him. within minutes of opening the letter, the professors are awoken and summoned to his office. an air of curiosity hangs in the air as they all exchange a look, dumbledore waiting until the murmurs have died out to straighten the letter. as soon as his solemn air breaks the air, they all hold their breaths, beginning to read the stoic look on his face, knowing that it can mean no good. in a crowded office, he reads aloud:
“my dearest dumbledore,
i’m rather sorry for an owl at an hour such as this, but you know that i would never wake you unless it was life or death. professor amberella’s body was found by a family in hogsmeade, a mere few meters away from the path that leads back up to hogwarts. we’re still determining the cause of death, but there’s several snake bites to his body and it seems as though the poor fella was tortured a wee bit before his untimely death. the families in the area are already talking about leaving the village and visiting family elsewhere and we’re sure that there will be at least more than a few letters telling students that they have family now visiting them from hogsmeade. we, unfortunately, cannot promise that the daily prophet won’t have the story by morning as their utter vultures of photographers and writers arrived at the scene shortly after us. we are doing our best to contain this, but the matter of this death is far too suspicious for us to go about this business quietly. please let us know what your course of action will be.
safest wishes ― minster bagnold.”
the prefects are awakened by the end of the hour and they are instructed with the following: hogsmeade trips are postponed, any student caught out of bed past curfew would receive double punishment, students will be escorted either by professors or prefects to and from both classes and meals, no students are allowed outside of common room save for classes, club meetings are postponed, and if professors will be needing a student outside of class hours they will get the student themselves. in addition, quidditch matches have been postponed due to the crowd sizes while all practices will be monitored by a professor. posters are hung in common rooms outlining the new rules and punishments and by breakfast, NS there’s a noticeable change about the student body.
two days later, arabella bode ― a beauxbatons alumnus and former curse-breaker ― joins the professors’ table, head held high as dark eyes scrutinize the students below her. the first classes seem better than last year’s; professor bode gives a fifteen minute lecture on a spell, a five minute story on her personal history with the spell, and then the rest of the class is dedicated to questions and practice. the homework is only to perfect any spells that may not be a strong suit and come prepared for a quiz that applies the spells to real life situations. professor bode is adored by the student body as a whole, as she seems truly interested in teaching and truly ensuring that the students are at peak performance. as ambarella's death remains in the back of student heads, grief and apprehension looms over the student body.
Headmistress Alexandria Wolf is a woman of structure; planning and rules. While she prides herself on being approachable and sincere towards the staff and her students, she is known for getting the job done.
The town of Lennox was always a mystery to the Academy. It used to only attract humans who felt a pull to the school... Long lost family members, people who always dreamed of becoming immortal and unfortunately, there was nothing the Wolf family could do. For years… They tried to correct this. Lennox was a small town but somehow… it kept growing. The wards protected the school but the town was a different story. The town needed to be protected, hidden, or abandoned. It left the Academy open for people who wanted to manipulate and corrupt it.
Location: Alexandria Wolf (headmistress)’s office
Time: Midnight
It was a clear night when Alexandria snuck off for a few hours. Her guard was teaching and she had finally put together a spell she thought would work and hide their academy from the rest of the world. It had been hundreds of years in the making, thousands of trials and errors.
Gathering the last of the needed materials, she locked the door in her office and got to work. Sure, her father had tried this and almost got himself killed but Alexandria had something he didn’t… a drop of blood from a dhampir magician hybrid. She knew this would work. She had to believe it. Finally the academy would be allowed to study behind wards so strong, no creature could break them.
The spell took a few mere minutes after the headmistress combined all the ingredients. She dropped the final thing, the drop of blood before muttering a few latin phrases and praying that this would work. At first… nothing happened and Alexandria cursed under her breath, almost in tears of embarrassment. Thankfully, she was alone so she could mourn her failure.
She turned away for a second... a single second and a spark escaped through the pot and released a loud popping noise. This caused Alexandria to jump and turn back towards her creation. A light show began throughout her office and the headmistress's eyes widened as she attempted to contain it.
Panic tore through her as she rushed towards the window, hoping this would solve the issue and not cause a fire. The sparks pushed themselves out the windows and danced towards anything they could latch onto.
Lennox was blissfully unaware… No idea what was coming for them. In a matter of minutes, magic incorporated the town… spilling through the stores, attaching themselves to the people and shooting into the sky. The sparks popped and exploded, almost like fireworks and back at Academy, Alexandria’s mouth dropped open.
The spell. Didn’t work. This… This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be subtle and discrete but this, this was going to be a problem.
It took a week for the spell to settle in… Alexandria destroyed everything and began working closely with the staff to ensure she was not held responsible.
The new students started showing up quicker than expected… There were species the Academy had never taught before…. Banshees claiming to have had visions of this place, Faeires that were sent to study here and Sirens that arrived from the lake. The residents of Lennox also started to increase with humans and supernaturals. They started coming together to live in harmony, a safehaven for all.
Alexandria was confused, scared and worried about the future of her school. Adapting to the increase, classes were added and space was made to welcome more supernatural beings.
the most confusing part to the headmistress was that the wards disappeared when the sparks went up into the air. The school… and Lennox was now the most vulnerable it had ever been.
the classes of 2041 and 2042 have both graduated and scattered across the world to chase their dreams, pursue education, and bask in adulthood...or something like that. whether they be in new york, chicago, columbus, lima, l.a, or even overseas, it seems that good times, juicy drama, and adversity still follow them wherever they go. now weaning away from the “glory days” these lima losers at heart are facing problems familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, heartbreak, long distance, working, studying, and finding time to partake in the college party scene all at once.
spring break of 2043 was epic, but like all good things, it’s come to an end. class will be back in session come monday, jobs will be returned to, and life will pick back up to it’s repetitive and tedious nature. luckily, the end of the semester is close at hand, and hopefully they’ll find some relief in returning home for at least part of the summer...
below the cut are results from our member surveys about what happened in the past two years. this info exists for world building, headcanons, or to put a cherry on top of those character bios! please make sure to post your updated bios by thursday, 3/18 at 11:59pm EST.
on that note...read more! take a look at the yearbook and get acquainted with the past as we prepare to jump into the future!
ACTIVITIES (2041-2042)
Senior Class President: Joey Hummel-Anderson
Vice President: Jaz Evans
Football Captain: Rocky Remington
Titus the Titan Mascot: Julien Schuester
Cheerios Captain: Ivy St.James
JV Cheerios Captain: Samuel Chang
Science Club President: Noah Puckerman
New Directions Co-Captains: Jaz Evans, Julien Schuester
Vocal Adrenaline Captain: Kenna Giardi
PERFORMANCES
please check the headcanons server to see which roles have been claimed in these productions.
Summer Talent Show Fundraiser for the New Directions (2041)
The New Directions won the 2041 National Show Choir Championship with a setlist of Northern Downpour (Ivy St.James, Julien Schuester), Perfect Places (Troubletones, 3 features available), and Life in A Northern Town, (5 features available)
Vocal Adrenaline placed second, and the Warblers placed third.
In the 2042 Season, the New Directions took home a second 1st Place Nationals Trophy, ushering in a new era of never before seen success.
2042 DANCE COURT/GOTY
Homecoming Queen: Ivy St.James
Prom King: Joey Hummel-Anderson
Kenna Giardi and Heidi Anderson competed for Girl of the Year.
OTHER INFO
Austin Nelson and Winnie Clarington-Smythe welcomed a daughter, Caroline Brooke Nelson, into the world in the Fall of 2041. Her Godparents are Zoe Puckerman and Rocky Remington.
Candy Motta moved to LA and has not really been in contact with anybody
Samuel Chang was offered a record deal with Columbia Records.
Rocky Remington was set to go to North Western in the fall of 2042, but after being contacted by his mother after years of radio silence, he impulsively changed his plan. He has been off the grid and exploring in South America with her, rebuilding their relationship. He hasn’t been in touch with anyone in Lima in the past year.
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