Times are in SLT.
Do or Die Valentine Sim Plot
Information will be learned ICly and in-world during the two-day event. This will not be known ICly until then. Look for posts in CD Citizens, Discord, and social media.
Times are in SLT.
Information will be learned ICly and in-world during the two-day event. This will not be known ICly until then. Look for posts in CD Citizens, Discord, and social media.
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Word on the street... Yesterday, Hathian’s gutters ran slick with more than rain—blood and secrets pooled at every corner. Word is, a cop standoff near the Vudu Spice Shop turned into a battleground: shots fired, knives flashing, and more than one officer bleeding out as grinning gangers took their pound of flesh. Some say the blue fled, leaving partners behind, and now the back alleys buzz about who really runs Haven’s streets. Elsewhere, a beastly brawl inside Gein Burger left a cop battered by fists, teeth, and even a stray mutt. The line between predator and prey blurred, and the shadows whispered—tonight, trust no one.
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.
Rumors on campus... Some say Columtreal’s shadows grew longer yesterday. In the echoing hush of asylum-turned-hallowed halls, tension simmered behind every sideways glance. Word floats of a fractured trio—an uneasy rescue unfolding in the underbelly, where whispered betrayals and clenched hands spoke louder than any lecture. Upstairs, alliances wobbled as solitude and indifference carved invisible boundaries, while down at the sorority house, doorways became battlegrounds for turf and pride. All the while, the scent of ambrosia—both forbidden and liberating—hung over campus like a dare. They say one’s collar was tugged, monogamy debated, and secrets traded beneath the blue dog’s watchful eyes.
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