#plotdrop1

[coyotepointhqs]

POP! POP! POP!

three loud bangs echoed through the air that were unmistakable, gunshots. on the ground was civilian, maribel vasquez, they were new to town and had started working on opening up a small flower shop in the neutral town zone. it was a classic case of being at the wrong at the wrong time, but it was clear as day that someone had broken the rules. with the strict “free zone” guidelines, some of the only strict rules around coyote point in general, the middle ground was meant to be a place everyone could co-exist without resulting in violence. now here laid a causality, and neither side is owning up to the slaughter, instead they are pointing the finger at one another yet again in an attempt to make the other look even worse. 

now tensions in town have built back up, with still no answers to the person held responsible. who was the real target in this attack? or was it a reckless moment of wanting to shake things up in town? no one will ever really know, but whispers around town and how it seems even the middle ground has become an unsafe area has people on edge. 

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WELCOME TO OUR VERY FIRST PLOT DROP, as you can see there has been a casualty in the neutral safe zone. the character is obvious an npc, but how they are connected to your muse is entirely up to you!! maybe they were becoming friends with your muse, maybe they had frequented the places your muse did, the choice is up to you! we will be doing small drops like these to keep things going in town, and sometimes will be putting out calls to get certain muses involved in the mix and have a fun little narrative around town. there is no need to tag interactions involving the plot drop, it is simply here to get the ball rolling and keep the story moving along. 

if you have any questions, please don’t hestate to send us an ask!

[illusionreality]

are we having fun yet ?

ah, the night stroll. we laughed, we cried, we hooked up in dusty haunted houses. but, see.... this triangle had to find all of that out himself. here’s the thing, when i was charitable enough to announce this event, i made a deal with all of you. dirt on all of your peers, in exchange for a prize beyond your wildest dreams. i suppose you’re all just too kind, because i did not receive one piece of insider information. and that’s fine. i just have to take something from you now. let’s chat about miles wingrave and billy loomis.

left alone in the house of salt, one’s life comes to a screeching halt. at least, that’s what we can guess. you see, two walked away to find a key, and only one returned. it was nothing to blink at then, you all thought maybe he’d chickened out, left the salt house, but no one’s seen miles wingrave since. maybe our friend billy knows something. scratch that, this insider is positive he knows something. just how much blood is on this guy’s hands?

from now on, play with me. or there will be consequences. let’s have some fun.

[gccdcompany]

full pink moon » finley + leo

every full moon for the last decade was an absolute nightmare. all finley wanted to do was wish this curse away and regain the normality of her teenage years. she was supposed to do big things, something better than be doomed to a small town with a curse of becoming a monster. this night was no different, despite the fact that it was a supermoon. she hid her prosthetic in a place that she knew where it wouldn’t be damaged, and she just hoped for the best. 

finley felt the pain of the contortion of her bones as she returned from wolf to human. she fell to the floor, grasping it as if it was going to save her from the nightmare of breaking bones as they set back to place. just as she was able to reach the consciousness of being a human, she looked up  ——  there was someone there. shit. 

[backwoodsxbeta]

The Beta wolf had been outside of the bar cleaning and repairing some things, when the sound of the explosion came. Shortly after that, the cellphones of all his patrons went off, clearly hearing all the different tones as the warning message was sent out. Samson paused, looking in the general direction of where the sound came from and then toward at the building of the bar. Was it really something to be alarmed about. What was a spirited night of watching the World Series turned into obvious sounds of panic, sounds of the wolves all getting up to leave and rush to all their homes. Samson bounded up to the door in an attempt to at least calm them all down but they were like a herd of buffalo in panic. Without even realizing it, they’d bumped into and trampled over the Beta wolf, leaving him groggy in the dirt, laying there unknowingly breathing in chemicals. He felt like he was moving in slow motion once he opened his eyes again, getting up and dusting the dirt off of him. But then he paused, gaining his bearings and taking in his surroundings and then all of a sudden looked around, his nerves working up in a frenzy. They took her, he thought to himself, eyes wide as he started to search the perimeter of the bar. He was watching Isabella and they came up, knocked him unconscious and took her. How was he supposed to tell Wyl? It made him sick to even think about. The demon would be heartbroken, and hate him. But he couldn’t think about that now. “Isabella!”, he called out frantically. He had to find her, the wolf scrambling about and looking for any clue of where they might have taken her.

[callmefabri-blog]

“A month ago I was not even a mutant and now I’m a fucking terrorist. This is going great.”

[aidenwinslow]

“Come to thee by the bar! Clean your sins and repent in thy holy water, our lord and saviour of alcohol goodness will give thou hope ..and... all that jazz.” Aiden tried to get himself in the mood of the game having been slapped a sticker for being Chaplain, wearing his glasses and trying to look a bit more.. holy. It was so strange, and highly amusing for him to be some holy religious presence but he’ll roll with it. As much as he could while still working at the bar. He’s kinda stuck here right now, making our lord and saviour alcohol offerings, so hopefully people come up to him instead. 

[neotericmax-blog]

Max looked out the window of the cafe, his eyebrows furrowed. What had transpired was truly ghastly, a terrible sight to behold. And no matter how hard they tried, news leaked and it was a pandemonium out there. And banshees. Who could have thought? Certainly not him, even though the man had once been an avid fan of them. Looking up from his blank gaze, he gave the patron a small smile. Even in the time of tragedy, one had to be calm and help the crowd. “The coffee is good, isn’t it?” 

[mr-evanrosier-blog]

“Well look who finally came to their senses.”