Hathian 2026 Halloween Party: Monster Mash

Name: Hathian 2026 Halloween Party: Monster Mash
Start: 2026-10-24T12:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-10-24T14:00:00-07:00

October 24 @ 12:00 pm - 2:00 pm

Are you ready for the Monster Mash? The Halloween festivities continue in Hathian with monstrous costumes, wicked beats and dancing the night away with your fellow creatures of the night. See you there!

As DJ Ted sadly couldn’t make it, DJ Poppy will step in to provide the beats.

🗓️ Saturday, October 24th from 12 – 2 PM SLT
🚕 https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Devils%20Pocket/230/220/36

Details

Date: October 24
Time:
12:00 pm - 2:00 pm
Event Category: Crack Den
Event Tags:Hathian

November 7, 2026

Word on the street... The city’s restless heartbeat thumped louder yesterday. Word’s spreading that the night ignited near the record shop—what started as a routine bust spiraled into a hail of bullets, leaving a sergeant fighting for his life and a gang’s grip tightening like a noose. Meanwhile, whispers swirl about a blue pickup fleeing a shattered bar, its shelves gutted of liquor in a robbery pulled off with cold precision. And down by the beach, a whispered arrest stoked the flames—someone linked to a near-fatal assault finally caught, dragging secrets into the harsh light. In Hathian, trust is the rarest currency, and the night only deepens the shadows.

November 7, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Laveau’s guttered edge, the man with the cocky grin dared the cops to step closer, tossing kisses like bullets while two shadowed figures leaned in from the booth. His voice was thick with old bruises, his swagger a promise of violence beneath sweat-slick skin and the sharp sting of bourbon breath. ░▒ ▒░ But the fog’s thicker than just that heat—word’s twisting through the Dark Leaf lounge where smoke wraps secrets, and the Syndicate’s tightening its grip, dragging debts deep into the bayou’s whispers. They say the Silent Serpent’s collector’s been seen counting bones, not just dollars. ░▒ ░▒░ Father Delacroix, perched in that crumbling church, caught the drift—his eyes heavy behind the veil of prayer. He didn’t say a word, but his glance flicked toward the door like he’s waiting for something the ledger won’t tell. What’s coming next? Only the bayou knows. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

November 7, 2026

Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s mossy stones soaked up more than rain yesterday—whispers curled from the shadows of the asylum-turned-halls. A stranger’s quiet exit from the dispensary left questions dangling in the stale autumn air; was it a warning or mere coincidence? Meanwhile, a hesitant greeting between two women near Greek Row sparked rumors of a clandestine invitation—rumors of secret gatherings veiled in laughter and rituals beneath the veneer of college parties. And somewhere between the grind of classes and the hum of the coffee shop, a quiet tension brewed—knowledge sought not just in textbooks but in half-truths and veiled glances, as ambition and desire tangled under Columtreal’s watchful gaze.

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