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October 27, 2025

Word on the street... Another day’s shadows stretched across Hathian, whispering secrets through the alleyways and neon-lit windows. Word on the street is that a spat outside the infamous motel spilled crimson—a blade flashed, fists flew, and by the time blue lights strobed the curb, more than pride lay bruised; someone took a kick hard enough to forget their own name, another ended up in hospital, and a third traded freedom for steel bars. In dim cells, whispered provocations hinted at fragile warmth, while rumors swirl about a clever law student caught in a web of extortion, coke, and betrayal—her silver tongue no match for mounting evidence. Trust grows thin; danger, thick. The city holds its breath.

October 27, 2025

Whispers in the bayou... Another night slid through the rotten teeth of Laveau, and the bayou whispered secrets between the slick brick alleys. Word dripped from the marina that someone snuck illicit cargo off a battered trawler—boxes that glowed faint in the dark, guarded by men who didn’t blink at gunfire. Meanwhile, at the Barracuda, an argument between a wildcard regular and a Syndicate hardcase left a shattered glass and more than one black eye for the floor to clean up. And atop the old jazz bar’s balcony, a shadow broker met with desperate souls, peddling rumors that the Penitentiary’s silence is about to break. Watch your back—Laveau’s hungry.

October 27, 2025

Rumors on campus... Another day fades beneath Columtreal’s ivy-choked eaves, but the campus murmurs louder than ever. Word slithered from Get Woke’s shadowy corners: someone left a cryptic note tucked beneath a latte, sparking whispers of a secret society rising from the university’s bones. Down by the old asylum steps, a midnight argument echoed—some say a faculty member met a mysterious visitor, and now both keep their distance from the moonlight. Dorm halls brimmed with speculation when a stolen varsity jacket surfaced, smelling faintly of bistro spices and betrayal. Here, every secret sown yesterday may bloom into tomorrow’s peril—Columtreal’s heart beats on, restless, hungry, and never quite innocent.

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