#plot1

[ask-pixcare]

The Sylveon greets you with a flirty smile, he seems rather friendly and has no intention of moving, not that the Umbreon on top of him would allow much movement.

~Would you like to answer the Sylveons questions or perhaps ask him some?~

[derrymaine-rp]

IT’S OFFICIAL; OUR FIRST PLOT DROP IS HERE! As you’ve probably noticed over the course of the past week, the Derry Inquirer has been releasing information about a handful of missing children in town. In a town like Derry, this isn’t exactly uncommon, but such a multitude of similar crime hasn’t happened in the small Maine town in roughly… twenty seven years. For those who have been around long enough to know what happened last time, this is not a matter to take lightly, and there will certainly be more names on the list for missing persons before all is said and done.

But, for those who have never witnessed such horror, a new bout of fear is likely to dwell within you. Fear, being the key word. The very thing you’re most afraid of, embodied in a creature so vile it will not let anything stand in it’s way to feed, specifically on children.

While body parts continue to turn up around town and strange happenings seem to gather in places like the woods and the sewers (don’t even get me started about how odd the old house on Niebolt street seems), it’s as though only one thing can explain the phenomenon. A predator. A monster.

It.

Adjacent with the missing children in town, the folks of Derry will now have the opportunity to not only witness things such as yellow eyes in the darkness or shadows in the corner, but you will be able to interact with Pennywise, in para form. We have selected a writer, whose alias will remain anonymous, to take on the role of the horrific being, giving you all the opportunity to delve your characters into new and scary interactions, incorporating the themes of fear and horror in your writing through the wonderful works of Stephen King!

You can follow Pennywise’s blog HERE, and can direct any questions to the main! We can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

[loaplots-blog]

plot drop .i

É um dia comum: cacofonia, refeitório lotado e cozinha cheia de pedidos. Alex está cansado, incomodado com um fedor crescente no ambiente e  faminto – pois quem acredita que os cozinheiros tem quaisquer privilégios no recebimento de comida está enganado.

‘Argh,’ pensou Alex. ‘Que nojo.’

Seu estômago roncou alto, fazendo com que todos os outros trabalhadores em raio de cinco metros olhassem para ele. Revirou os olhos.

'E que vontade de devorar tudo também.’

Encarou a bancada fixamente, sentando-se no chão. O ladrinho branco nunca lhe pareceu tão interessante.

'Deviam chamar isso aqui de trabalho escravo…’

Novamente, seu estômago roncou. Desta vez, com uma fincada tão doída que Alex não suportou.

'Ah, esquece.’ Pensou, se levantando. 'Trabalhei que nem mula o dia inteiro, já encaminhei toda a comida por agora… Fazer um salgado pra mim não custa nada. E quem sabe fazer um e guardar pra Annabel, também…’

Abandonar um trabalho durante o ápice do movimento não é uma decisão muito inteligente -- ainda mais quando dominadores famintos estão envolvidos no processo. Alexandre pode ter forrado o estômago com um delicioso salgado, todavia, no meio tempo em que saiu, toda a cozinha desandou: um fogão pifou, dois chefs se desentenderam e, como o pior de tudo, o cheiro pareceu piorar cada vez mais -- espalhando-se pelo refeitório. Um grupinho bem arrogante de dominadores de ar, enojados, resolveram usar sua dominação para “varrer o ambiente”, causando o deslocamento da maioria das mesas e toda a comida do balcão. Outros famintos entraram na balbúrdia, lançando pedregulhos e colocando fogo nas toalhas de mesa. Os funcionários da cozinha, derrotados, chamaram alguns agentes mais velhos que, em uma tentativa de neutralizar a situação, usaram bombas de gás sonífero. A situação foi resolvida ou, ao menos, parte dela; cozinha e refeitório estão em estado lastimável. Talvez, se Alex não tivesse deixado seu posto, as coisas tivessem corrido de maneira díspar. 

INFORMAÇÕES OOC:

Como viram, este foi um dos mini plots que serão realizados no rpg. A central manda uma introdução para o player que escreve um pov/turno/etc sobre o assunto de acordo com uma decisão tomada -- as escolhas ficam a par do player, dentro de alternativas propostas por nós. Normalmente mesmo a coisa mais boba estará interligada ao plot mais grandioso; então peço que realmente não deixem de interpretar as ocorrências ou realizar os pedidos feitos pela central.

Sobre lidar com o ocorrido vai de cada player. O refeitório foi interditado para concerto e, bem, é horário de almoço. Vocês vão ter que se virar para arranjar comida! Tenho certeza que, falando com a pessoa certa, vocês podem conseguir algo.

Se seu char é um engenheiro/mecânico/supervisor/trabalhador comum ou até mesmo se ele deseja ajudar na arrumação da sala, será ótimo ver povs/turnos/chats/etc sobre interações do tipo. 

Ah, não se esqueçam da tag loaplot

[ask-ichabod-crane-blog-blog]

Crane, the frame you carved for that picture I had of me and Mama was beautiful. I can't thank you enough.

I know how important it -- she -- is to you. And so far you have been more than generous to me throughout the entire duration of my time in the twenty-first century. I only wish I could do more. 

Happy birthday, Miss Mills.

[ask-ichabod-crane-blog-blog]

I can tell by the lost puppy look on your face that this is important to you and knowing Jenny, I'm getting a party whether I want one or not so let me set some ground rules: nothing campy like photo booths and nothing huge okay? Just try and keep it to us please? You, me, Jenny and Frank.

“Lost puppy look”? 

I can assure you that I am in no way related to a wandering canine. As for your requests, I am sure that they can be arranged. What else would you have us do, Lieutenant?

[ask-ichabod-crane-blog-blog]

Crane, please tell me that you are not going behind my back to plan a surprise birthday party for me when I specifically told you that I hate surprise parties?

Wha—? Your lack of faith wounds me, Lieutenant. Though I do believe that the day of your birth should be celebrated, I would never go against your wishes so blatantly.

… However, if you must know, it was Miss Jenny’s idea.

[actuallyintothat-blog]

Plot #1| Kiss Me Goodbye

Plot: 

Rachel Berry was supposed to be living in New York, performing on Broadway and probably winning awards. Instead, she's a volunteer at Lima General. Her daddy Leroy fell ill right before she graduated and, not wanting her dad to leave his job, she went back home to take care of him. It was cancer, but he was able to recover. Still, Rachel fears leaving them and so she stayed.

Quinn Fabray had it all, or well, she had a good job and that was it. She was a publisher, which was her dream job, and earned well. She didn't have time for personal relationships and she'd been disappointed by everyone so she felt like she didn't need them. Nothing changed when she was diagnosed with liver cancer. She kept on with her life, her job, and didn't get a treatment. Who would miss her, anyway?

[hotline-rpg]

Plot 1: Bad Sweet