#plot drop 002

[andrblck]

O CASTELO RESPONDE - PLOT DROP 002

POV: Andrômeda Black

@triatemporahq

Por mais que adorasse festas e definitivamente estava precisando de algumas boas doses de whisky de fogo, Andrômeda voltou para o dormitório mais cedo que os demais colegas. Uma inquietação repentina surgiu dentro de si e pensou que algumas horas de sono poderiam resolver a situação. Estava enganada. Ficou se revirando na cama até perceber os primeiros raios de sol adentrando no quarto. Não era comum perder toda uma noite de sono, seu corpo, de um jeito ou de outro, sempre apagava. Dessa vez não. Sabia que não conseguiria mais dormir e sendo a única acordada no quarto decidiu sair. De momento, ficaria apenas na comunal lendo um livro para esperar o horário do café e descer com suas irmãs. Mas aquela inquietação voltou. 

Enquanto vagava, ainda sem rumo, pelo castelo, olhou rapidamente para fora, na esperança de que os castelos haviam finalmente desaparecido, mas eles ainda estavam lá. Imponentes. Exatamente como nos dias anteriores. Mas Andrômeda sentia que algo havia mudado, eles estavam exatamente iguais, mas agora sua visão deles parecia mais clara, límpida. E mesmo sem nenhuma alteração visível, deixou a sua inquietação a guiar pelos corredores. Não sabia onde iria parar, mas sabia que encontraria alguma resposta. 

Se viu parada na Praça do Viaduto, na entrada do castelo. Ali, teve a certeza de que algo estava diferente. Por mais que já tivesse visto alunos tentarem sair por ali e fracassarem, seu corpo continuou seguindo, acreditando que nada aconteceria - por mais que sua mente achasse que aconteceria o mesmo com ela. Um passo aqui, outro ali; quando percebeu já havia conseguido atingir uma distância que ninguém mais conseguiu. Estava eufórica, suas mãos suavam e seu corpo tremia. Queria voltar e contar às suas irmãs o que havia descoberto, mas ao mesmo tempo queria seguir para ver até onde conseguiria chegar. 

E então tudo para. Seu corpo não obedece mais a nenhum comando e o espaço a sua volta não é mais o mesmo; está paralisada no tempo. Pelo menos é isso que parece. Rostos aparecem e desaparecem, imagens de locais do castelo que deveriam ser conhecidos não parecem mais os mesmos, os sons não correspondem a tudo que está acontecendo a sua volta e também não reconhece nada do que é ouvido. Andrômeda tem certeza de que não é um sonho, afinal ela nem chegou a dormir. Isso tudo é real e aterrorizante. Tentar gritar é mais uma tentativa fracassada. O desconforto aumenta a cada segundo que passa e sente que seu corpo vai ser rasgado a qualquer momento. Queria pelo menos conseguir entender o que está acontecendo, mas tudo passa rápido demais, seus olhos não conseguem acompanhar. Seus braços estão sendo puxados para uma direção enquanto suas pernas são puxadas para outra. A dor é dilacerante. É o seu fim, pensa. 

E então, rápido como aconteceu, tudo se desfaz. Não teve tempo para perceber quando tudo acabou, perdeu a consciência antes de aterrissar. 

Andrômeda acordou algumas horas depois, já na enfermaria. Lhe falaram que foi encontrada desmaiada na entrada do Viaduto. Não sabe quanto tempo permaneceu naquele estado, só sabe que foi real. 

[waltrp]

the recent announcement has sent shock waves through elias. citizens fear they could share the same fate as those who have already vanished. hope in the council is split. while some demand answers and now hold a tainted opinion, others still hold on to the belief that the council can protect them. the truth of that question still hangs in the air. on this morning of november 18. alice found herself in the enchanted forest. nothing out of the ordinary there but it's what they saw that was unusual. at first, they thought it was a magical vision. another case of alice slipping between worlds yet again but with closer inspection alice saw that the figure in front of her was no illusion. it was real. standing just beyond where the magical barrier once lied was a person, draped in a white hooded robe. the person was holding a staff. the person did not move. he only stood eerily still until finally he pointed his staff in the direction of the underland. when alice looked in that direction, the person was gone. she's only shared the information with donald, knowing that he was someone on the council who could be trusted. a new question had rose within the council. who is this hooded figure ? and are they here to help elias or destroy it ? only time will tell.

[humxn21051]

Damon woke from a deep sleep in a panic. All memories of the past few years seemed to be altered, but he was unaware. To him this was what he has been dealing with. He was a vampire and Rayna Cruz had strapped him in her stone. He jumped up. “No… no no no.” He repeated. “No!” He yelled and slammed fists down on the counter.

@mysticbennett

[acadiahqs]

Alexandria rushed through her office, eager to hide all her evidence. She thought she burned everything but as she pushed all the papers into the waste bin, the headmistress was wrong. The spell was still here. This would tie her to the crime and the school would be taken from her, she knew it. 

She needed to make an announcement soon, the staff was starting to get suspicious. Alexandria didn’t even want to get started on the missing students. To say she was in a lot of hot water was an understatement. The queen was pressuring her, political figures had held off their funding. Alexandria needed a plan and right now, after a few weeks, she finally knew what she was going to do.

The brunette rushed and gathered everything, quickly tutting with her fingers to make the items disappear. Then, she was calling in the security team, giving them orders while staying as stoic as possible. 

When the headmistress tapped the microphone on stage, it created high-pitched ringing, startling many of the students and staff in the crowd. Most of their heads were now turned to her, silence filling the room. 

“I know you have a lot of questions,” Alexandria started saying, trying her best to keep her expression neutral. “I know you might be feeling...unsafe and afraid after the wards have come down. But, I can assure you, you are safe here at Acadia. Wards or no wards, we will continue to persevere.” 

She took this moment to look over the crowd, seeing those uncertain faces and some rolling their eyes, and she straightened herself up further. 

“On that note, I am proud to say that we have found those who are at fault of the wards breaking. Our amazing security team went through your dorms and we have found evidence of the spell that was done. Due to their selfish and dangerous act, they will be facing great consequences. Vivien Bane, Lorelai Reed, Caleb Weston and Talon Brooks, you are to meet with me in my office after this. Thank you, everyone. Classes are to be continued.”   

Gasps and murmurs ripple through, heads turning to look at the people that were named. Alexandria stepped off of the stage and avoided the demanding questions and outbursts that were coming from various students and staff, holding her head high. 

[sunnysidehq]

                         ◟˖﹡˙⊰ THE INTERROGATION ⊱ ʿ﹡˖◝

as soon as the news of winnipeg sanders’ disappearance made it to every paper’s first page, the citizens of sunnyside have been talking. where some believed nothing to have changed in town, others have started to notice subtle changes -- leaves on her doorstep which seem to be hiding something, the smell of her delicious cookies wavering through the streets -- but who is to tell right from wrong ? at this point, it is pretty clear to the inspectors that, while the initial shock of the news has worn off, the town was left in a certain state of confusion and paranoia. fingers are being pointed, but none in the same direction... where is winnie ? what happened to winnie ? is someone involved ? who knows m o r e ? all burning questions on everyone’s mind ( whether they’ll admit it or not ) -- especially detective basil baker has lost many nights of solid sleep over them. 

with high hopes, the detective called in every single citizen for a profound interrogation -- but contrary to what he expected ( and hoped for ) basil found out a l o t about the citizens’ personal issues and feuds ( and by mcduck, these people sure seem to have a lot of issues ) and disappointingly little about what may have happened to mrs. sanders. every clue he thought he had stumbled upon, ended up being another dead end... 

a sketchy ANYA ROMANOV who brought up some weak alibis turned out to be bartending the night of the disappearance, confirmed by megara achebe and ( a  s l i g h t l y ) intoxicated charles charming. there goes the first suspect. the innocent, cute duo FAWN REYES and PEYTON BENNETT had mismatching alibis... but after a second round of questions, the dead end turned out to carry the name CARA HEART -- a brat with obvious personal issues to work out, but none that actually seem relevant to the case. and who could really suspect fawn or peyton... neither of them would even be capable of killing a fly. same with WENDY DARLING and FELIX WRIGHT. suspect two, three and four were scratched from the list. based on personal records ( and reputation ), the detective and inspectors hoped to find out some more dirt on RALPH WRIGHT and mr. OOGIE B -- OSCAR BAILEY, but these gentlemen turned out to be dead end five and six. ralph’s alibi was rock solid and so was oscar’s -- though the department has decided to keep an eye out on the latter; after all, it seems the man is withholding stuff... enough reason to dislike a nosy person such as winnie, don’t you think ? but that’s a whole other case. and talking about other cases, the police department has added a couple side-investigations to their list of tasks: ELSA ARENDELLE’s illegal ‘ hacking into the system ’ practices and the more and more frequent occurrence of the so-called ‘ pixie dust ‘, which the BELL SISTERS may or may not have something to do with ( further investigation sure is needed ). also the tadashi HAMADA case may get pulled out from under the dust -- maybe there is a link between that case and the disappearance, anyways. it is worth looking into. 

in the end, the interrogation led to only two remaining suspects -- SEBASTIAN CRAB who doesn’t have a solid alibi and little miss MORGAN SILVER who’s alibi is less stable than a piece of jelly. whether these two actually have anything to do with the disappearance is still a mystery to both the detective and the inspectors -- nor does the fact that the others aren’t on the suspects list anymore mean they are off the hook. it is clear that the interrogation has brought up very little useful information, so it is vital that inspector biance and bernard sharp keep their eyes and ears open for more rumors, gossips and possible clues. if you have noticed something off ( or you’d like to stir some drama ), make sure to contact the POLICE DEPARTMENT -- every little help can cause a break through in the case !

IN SUMMARY : while some interrogations have brought up some oddities around town ( the smell of winnie’s pastries or leaves on her doorstep ) and winnie’s behaviour right before her disappearance ( her seeming tired and slightly off and distracted ), nothing major has come out of them; no big clues. while initially quite some citizens made it to the suspect-list ( anya, peyton, cara, fawn, tinsley, sebastian, oscar, morgan and elsa ), after a second round of interrogations only sebastian and morgan remained on the list because their alibis aren’t solid. the news of who got interrogated twice spread like a wild fire around town, making people slightly suspicious of these people -- especially the remaining two suspects have made a name for themselves around sunnyside now. luckily for them, there is no proof of anything so far, so the detective’s guess is as good as anyone else’s... this first update on the case sure has brought some more suspicion among the town’s inhabitants... is everyone really who they claim to be ? who has secrets to hide ? who is holding back on information ? hopefully, time will bring more answers... and hopefully, this has been a wake-up call to all citizens, to remain attentive at every given moment. 

[ofvelaryons]

Where others seemed to be choosing to fall apart at the seams, that had never been a luxury afforded to a daughter of House Velaryon, nor was it within her to ever succumb to such doubts or fears. Even if she had not had two young lives to also be responsible for she had never been one to indulge in despair when it felt so loathsome to her. It was not in her blood to admit defeat, the home of her ancestors had crumbled and yet the Valyrian lines still held true despite the weakness that had plagued them in more recent memories. There was a vow made to herself not to allow herself to become just another footnote in her family’s demise and the two little girls playing in front of her were testament to the fact that they all still had a future.

A gentle warning to them is called out in what she has always considered her native tongue when the common one was deemed far less elegant. “Gaomagon daor jiōraton tolī tolmiot, issa riñar.” The ties that she felt to her heritage were strong and for all her children had the raven hair of the Morrigens they also had her violet eyes and that alone was enough for her to want to ensure that they also felt pride in knowing that the blood of Valyria ran in their veins as much as it did in hers. Despite her gaze being on her offspring, she was not entirely unaware of her surroundings at such time when it would be foolish to allow herself to be oblivious to all else. While her eyes never left the most precious things to her, she addressed the presence that she had felt grow closer. “I think it is simply proof that life goes on no matter what, do you not?” Lyrical tones mused aloud, not to dismiss the reality that they were facing but rather see it from a different angle. “The world does not stop for the trials of men.”

[thecodarp]

PLOT DROP 2.5

The night so far has gone on with ease, but trouble is brewing. 

At this point both The Assassin and The Driver have gone inside; leaving the car unattended. Four individuals have been pointed out by The Informant, three have had trackers placed on them by Mortimer. One target remains elusive, and The Hacker must find a way to plant the tracker or evaluate whether or not it is worth the risk. So far The Informant is uncertain of whether or not they actually know the individual or if they just look familiar, it is entirely possible they have no knowledge of Vronsky’s plan. But the more suspects they have the easier it will be get procure information.

The Thief and The Fabricator have successfully planted the faberge egg. And the auction is about to begin, however. The Thief and The Fabricator were caught back in the off limits zone and have been detained for trespassing. With no excuse or valid reason for being there, they have yet to be released, and the rest of the team has begun to suspect that something is wrong. The auction roster has not been swapped out for the new version yet, and just as they were being escorted out The Thief alerted The Weapons Expert to this fact.

Now one team team member must go back behind the scenes, find the the clipboard which was left behind by The Thief. They must then find a way to distract the auction director, and swap out the clipboards - a distraction is recommended.

Even worse, one of the guards detected that The Fabricator’s invitation was false, and now guards are on the lookout for anyone acting suspiciously or attempting to cross into restricted zones. They suspect a plot for art theft and if they find anyone else that they think may be a part of it, they will inspect the invitation. The team must keep their covers while attempting to fix the situation last minute.

Most importantly, The Historian while wearing a terrible fake mustache, was approached by Kipler. The two old colleagues chatted for some time, and then Kipler invited The Historian for a private conversation wherein Kipler proposed that The Historian meet a friend of his. This friend is almost certainly Vronsky. Kipler said to go to Budapest to have a conversation, with the hopes of converting The Historian to the cause.

The team cannot allow the Historian to be swayed, nor can they pass up this opportunity for more information. 

[knightxlight-blog]

ｉ ｎ ｒ ｕ ｉ ｎ ｓ

The smell of decayed roses was what stopped him.

He could have looked past the black hair that hung shiny down her back, could have ignored the sun kissed skin, the perfect posture, everything he had seen a million times before in a million people. But the smell was unmistakable. When he had been young and mortal, before he had truly known what an imp was or what he was, he’d had a sister who loved the smell of roses. He’d figured out how to distill them, get the oils right and create perfumes for her. But back then the tools had been imperfect, the scents always came out tinged with copper. Now he knew that he hadn’t gotten it hot enough, now he was better. But the smell of decay that clung to the rose scent was unmistakable enough to stop him in his tracks. 

Felix had watched his sister die. 

Hadn’t he?

It was one of those memories that were foggy, that he wasn’t sure about. He refused to let it have power over him, refused to find out the truth about it. He dismissed it. There were many such memories. Felix wasn’t a fool, he knew he came from somewhere. Much as he wished he had just been shaped out of clay or carved from stone. He had a family. He had friends. He’d had a sister, famous for her sharp wit even over her beauty. She had been killed, he’d watched her die and all he could remember was the red that had spread across the floor. All he could see was his own face reflected back in the stain, until the memory blended with the blood that had caked his eyes shut on the battlefield. Right before he’d opened them to the stench of mud and death and fire. Between those two events was nothing but a blur. his fingers itched to touch the scar that carved across his hairline and split his eyebrow in two. To remember that he had a remind of what was real. 

There was no point, his fingertips touched the scar as she turned to look at him. Nothing in the world could make that fake. No amount of memories could change her features. His own eyes stared back at him, sharp and dark and intelligent. Her smile had always been more lovely but more superficial, never reaching those dark eyes of hers. Even when she was grinning. It didn’t now either. Not the slight quirk of her lips as she slipped gracefully through the crowd leaving him to lumber after her. Like they were children again, like they were back in the fields running though a world that was much wider than the one they occupied. He must have shoved several people to the side to get to her, but she constantly slipped away, leaving him to follow the smell of her perfume. He crashed out into the night, looking around for her frantically and finding nothing but the lingering scent. 

Any logic seemed to go out the window as he buried his fist in the brick wall of the club. But a few punches in when he broke the skin and the smell of blood joined the scent, he knew he had just made it worse. Staggering away from the club, he made his way down the street, trying to get as far away from the scent and the memories as he possibly could, before they did what they had been trying to do for a thousand years and caught him.