where: wherever you like as long as it's pouring ⛈
when: late at night
"I thought this place was supposed to be sunshine and fucking rainbows." Skylar muttered under her breath as she pulled her hood on over her head and started to make the trek out to her car. It was pouring, and very suddenly too. If she'd known it would be raining cats and dogs in Portum, she probably would have stayed in New York. At least there, she had always expected to be wet or cold. Some safe haven this was turning out to be.
Still, she was lucky. Sky could always smell the rain hours before it came. At least she had enough sense to throw a raincoat on this morning. When she reached her mustard colored range rover, she dug in her pocket for her keys, wet fingers attempting to grip the metal. But as soon as her keys left her pocket, they practically jumped out of her hand and slid under the car. Well. Good thing it was so dark.
who: kanda & open [3/3]
where: outside the old haunt
the angry sky had stopped crying and been replaced by an angry roar. kanda was leaning against the wall. they were partially hidden by shadows and curled into themself as the wind tried to trip them over. the cold didn't bother them , never had , but her hair getting in her eyes was annoying her. they could see someone approaching from the distance , hunched over to brace themselves against the wind. as they got closer kanda pushed themself off the wall , letting them know she was there. "private event ," they said flatly , not bothering to see if they believed her lies. "go home."
portum’s weather is always mild. neither too hot nor too cold, a comfortable and familiar middle temperature. cool enough for a jacket, warm enough for a picnic — pleasant, like the town itself. the air hums with an easy balance, the kind that has lulled generations into believing that the seasons would never betray them.
but a cold wind rolls through the trees, with fog thick enough to swallow the streets whole. heavy rain, showering down from the heavens like ice spikes, splashing off the concrete and settling in the grooves of the sidewalk. the once-gentle town square becomes a battlefield of overturned café tables and drenched awnings struggling against their frames. weak trees are felled, and the air whips the cheeks of supernaturals as they fight against the gale.
for the first time in portum’s history, it’s inhabitants are turning to the portum times for the weather. they are searching for answers for the change, tuning into the radio, sticking their upturned palms out of windows to check for a downpour. the forecast, once an afterthought in the town’s predictable climate, now holds a strange weight. nobody knows what tomorrow will bring. not until morning breaks and brings the freezing flurry with it.
and beneath it all, an unsettling truth lingers in the cold air. portum has always been mild. always.
… days have passed. the sky remains a bruised kind of grey.
TL;DR :
portum’s weather has always been mild, stable and predictable. suddenly, everything has changed to be cold and foggy, with a strong wind and frequent downpours of rain. this is a disturbing shift for portum’s inhabitants. from the moment of the town’s founding, they have never known a storm like it. it ignites worry and questions, and strikes fear into the hearts of even the most unwavering of residents.
OOC INFORMATION.
start date : february 20th.
some plot / thread ideas : you can have your character reacting to the change, caught in the rain in the middle of the street or the forest, being trapped inside an establishment, unable to leave, or trying to figure out what’s happening.
you can tag your starters with #portum:plot002.
starting now, you can post open starters or plot threads for closed ones ! previous threads do not have to be paused or dropped, but please prioritize plot drop threads.
if you have any doubts or concerns, the inbox, ims + questions channel are always available.
ever since nila entered portum , she'd been pretty much stationed in the little bookstore on all of her days off. the moment they'd seen it it had been love at first sight. her hoard had grown significantly in only a few weeks and with books that couldn't be found in the normal world. mystical bestiaries , old travel logs , as well as a few romances between creatures in a shakespearean tragedy. due to the weather ( and really , nila found it hard to trust anyone saying that this wasn't part of the norm ) nila had perched herself in one of the chairs , reading one of the new releases she had bought instead of braving the storm. the rain was whipping against the window and it only added to the ambiance. "this is the best ," nila stated , legs curled up underneath them. "books and terrible weather. i could stay here for hours."
Nadine wasn’t taking this change in the weather as hard as some of her peers, possibly because she hadn’t lived in Portum for as long as half of these people had. Sure, the weather was bad and sure, the storm was making the fog thicker than usual, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Nadine had lived through storms and through so-called ‘ends of the world’ to know that, but, if it was bad enough to scare people in the town she’d chosen to live, then it was worth keeping an eye on some people she’d deemed precious to her.
The dragoness closed her umbrella and set it aside after stepping into Neon Ink. “Ah, there you are.” She smiled upon seeing Andromeda at the reception. “I figured I could stop by and check in on you. Not that I haven’t been doing that for the last few weeks.” Chuckling, the older being placed a to-go box on the reception table. “The Sweetest Tooth’s finest. Maybe some sugar can help us tackle this storm.” She would have brought in coffee too, but there was only so much she could do with two hands and one of them was holding an umbrella. “Did you figure out those numbers from last month we talked about?”
Only a crazy person would leave their house (on their day off, mind you), under such crazy weather. Yet, here the gorgon was, on her day off, brushing off the droplets of rain from her fashionably great windcutter-slash-rain jacket as she pulled down the hood and let her brown hair cascade over her shoulders. Oddly enough, she wasn’t the only one cuckoo out there trying to have a good time over a big scoop of ice cream, so, she picked two flavors of gelato and stepped out of the line, only to almost bump into someone as she did.
“Oop, sorry ‘bout that.” The gorgon chuckled, stepping aside only for the nymph in front of her to do the same, following her to the same spot. And then again when Divya stepped to the left, and one more time to the right. “Looks like we’re in sync today, right, teach?” Once more, she let out a soft chuckle, watching as the teacher seemed to be as clumsy as her that late afternoon.
And then… the worst happened. The side-to-side dance caused the nymph’s ice cream scoop to fall from her scone and plaster a small pout on Divya’s lips. “That–can’t happen. Let me get you another one. I can’t let you go on without your ice cream. What flavour am I getting you?”
