#verpevent2

[rowan-tandel]

“I swear to fuck if you’re here to ask me about whether that Gossip Hag bullshit is true or not, I’m either dumping this drink on your head or punching you in the fucking face.” Rowan snapped wearily from where he was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, irritation making his head throb in time with the music. 

[chessieabernathy]

“S’it bad to say this whole ‘Gossip Girl’ thing isn’t that surprising?” Chessie comments, her words only holding half-truth. If someone anonymous blogger was able to get something like that on Monty, of all people, who was to say they didn’t have something on her? “At least there’s an open bar.”

[qarchibald-blog]

He looks at his phone and it takes him reading the message once, twice, three times for him to fully comprehend the words on the screen. Quinn’s not the type to get easily nervous, but he feels powerless in that moment, mind replaying the secrets he had waiting to be exposed like a scratched record. “Honestly, I preferred the sex tape,” he says only half-sarcastically to the person next to him. “You know, if we go now we can still make a run for it. That food truck down the street is looking more and more promising, despite the fact there’s no way it could pass a health inspection.” 

[taterodriguez]

It had taken Tate a few moments to truly understand what was unravelling here — an anonymous blogger was revealing people’s darkest secrets among the Upper East Side.  If Gossip Girl was able to dig up that kind of dirt on Monty Santos, who knows what that would mean for the rest of them.  Tate crossed their legs as they leaned forward on the bar, signalling to the bartender for a refill as a sigh fell from their lips.  “Que mierda,” Tate whispered under their breath before bringing their glass of wine to their lips.

[sebastianoriley]

Already in a zone so early in the party, Seb was at that point in his night where he wanted to greet everybody like a young Gatsby stealing somebody else’s party from under the mask. Not recognizing the masked presence in his proximity, but still a sucker for socialization, Seb raised a hand to greet Wren and gave him his most radiant smile. “You look off. A round of shots? I’ll keep you company.“

@wrenabernathy

[violentendsrp]

If you could be anyone for one night, what would you do? Now, you have the chance. That is, if you can find the venue -- Slipped carefully under the doors of a select guest list, those will find an invitation to the event of the season. The term ‘Speakeasy’ is not uncommon, coined during the era of prohibition in the 1920s. Speakeasy’s may not be as common as they once were, but their secrecy still remains. They offered a certain anonymity for their guests, giving you the freedom to be whoever you wanted --- As long as you knew the password. Now, the same rules apply. Following the directions given on the invitation, knock three times, then pass the word on to the doorman. The only catch: You can’t reveal your identity. All guests should remain behind their masquerade masks, letting the anonymity live on. But don’t get too comfortable -- You never know who is watching. We hope to see you there, if you can find us.

OOC INFORMATION CAN BE FOUND UNDER THE CUT.

Well, well, well --- Would you look at that? It’s time for our second event! While the blurb above was a bit cryptic, I’ll lay this out for everyone: All of the character’s have been invited to a party at a Speakeasy*. It isn’t specified who the host is, but most can assume this is the work of Nathalie Kirbey’s careful attention to detail. The theme is 1920s, and all attendees will be wearing a mask, to obscure their identities. This event will be held on SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13TH, beginning at 11 PM EST. In real time, this event will be going on from the 13th to 12 AM on OCTOBER 16TH (Alternatively, midnight on Monday.). Any starter for this event should be tagged with VERPEVENT2.

Thought the last event was wild?! There will be a very large and important plot drop happening during this event. It’s going to be a game changer, so make sure to keep an eye out for it. Have a question? Feel free to send it in.

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[violentendsrp]

What is the official date of the night of the masquerade?

Saturday, October 13th !!

[stcelia]

Masks, Celia quickly found out as she weaved her way through a crowded room, were not your friend when looking discretely for one person in particular. Leave it to Nathalie Kirbey to think up the most childish and annoying theme for a gala and set it into motion. While Celia’s whole life usually revolved around masks and smoke and mirrors, she simply didn’t have time for it at the moment. The Gossip Girl blasts were the least of her worries, nothing she’d done would be getting out if it wasn’t on her own terms, that she knew for sure. It was Bishop’s recent lapse in judgement that she was betting would make the blog sooner rather than later. Secrets were flying left and right and while that little piece of information may not be displayed for all to see tonight, Celia couldn’t imagine it would take long before it popped up on every iPhone in Manhattan.

Which was why she needed to find Bishop. Humiliation wasn’t something she took to lightly and if word did get out, Celia refused to let Bishop think it was the first time she was hearing about it. Secrets were her greatest weapon and Celia Santos always had the upper hand. And anyway, it was about time he stopped brooding and started obsessing over her again. 

After some searching it was easy enough to find him, his strong build all to familiar to her. It gave her the greatest sense of satisfaction that she could make such a large man bend at her every will. The thought brought an easy smile to her features as she approached him, batting her eyelashes. The picture of innocence. “You look lonely. I’m simply shocked you haven’t sought out Chessie Abernathy to come keep you company. You know she’d jump at the opportunity.” 

@crownedbishops