Times are in SLT.
The flicks are decided! We’ll be continuing the Dolly Parton and Tim Curry tribute and screening Nine-to-Five and Muppet Treasure Island! Taxi sent!
Wednesday, September 2, 6PM at the Sigma House!
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Word on the street... The city’s pulse throbbed with whispers yesterday—rumors seeping from cracked streets to shadowed alleys. Word is, a pink scooter zipped past, tossing a box with severed limbs marked by an eerie symbol, sparking a grim scavenger hunt across Hathian’s darkest corners. Meanwhile, the shattered peace near the motor shop stirred suspicion; tools and tech vanished in broad daylight, leaving questions buzzing tighter than the heat. And talk’s thick around the bloodied brawl that left uniforms wounded, a sledgehammer wielded off-duty, and guns spitting fire before the wounded fled into the night. In Hathian, trust is currency, and yesterday, it was spent—and lost.
Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at the docks, they say the fog rolled in like a living thing, swallowing the rusted hulls and the pale fisherman in tattered flannel. Folks spotted the pale man in the soaked trench, his eyes flickering like lanterns—he moved slow, deliberate, like he was stalking secrets beneath the salt air. Whispers say the Silent Serpent’s fractures bleed deeper, shadows twisting under the moss as supply lines choke and rival fangs bare. ░▒ ▒░ And that wasn’t the only unrest—out by the airfield, the fog thickened, stifling and sour, while stray cats snarled at ghosts no one else could see. Rumor has it the missing come back changed, silent and hollow-eyed—something’s clawing at the edges of this town, and the Syndicate’s tightening its grip to hide what crawls beneath. ░▒ ░▒░ Father Delacroix at the old church caught the gossip too—his eyes darkened when the talk turned to those vanished souls. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl
Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s mossy stones still hum with yesterday’s whispered mischief. The poolside turned into an open stage—clothes dropped, alliances teased, and bodies bared beneath moonlit vows of debauchery. Rumor has it, the Salopri gang’s name slipped between laughter and smoke, their influence tightening like a noose around drug deals and whispered debts. Meanwhile, anxious murmurs swirl about a secret initiation postponed—some say it’s a reprieve, others a ticking time bomb for the new recruits. And in the shadows of the boba shop, hushed conversations hint at unseen watchers, their eyes tracking every laugh and stolen kiss. In Columtreal, nothing stays buried long—especially when the night’s this eager to expose it all.
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