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Midsummers Night’mare

Name: Midsummers Night’mare
Start: 2026-08-08T14:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-08-08T18:00:00-07:00
Location: CU Gymnasium

August 8 @ 2:00 pm - 6:00 pm

Lambda Omicron invites you to Midsummer’s Night’mare. On this Lammastide you are invited beyond the veil into the realm of the Unseelie Court, where dark fae, drow, witches, mythical creatures, and wandering nobles gather beneath the moonlit canopy.

Inspired by Celtic folklore, Shakespearean whimsy, and dark fantasy, this costume revel is an evening of music, dancing, enchantment, and beautiful chaos.

Details

Date: August 8
Time:
2:00 pm - 6:00 pm
Event Category: Columtreal
Event Tags:Campus, Columtreal

Venue

CU Gymnasium

Organizer

Haizley Harlow
Email haizleyharlow@protonmail.com

July 30, 2026

Word on the street... Yesterday’s haze settled heavy over Hathian, thick with whispers and blood. Word spreads fast about the twisted double kidnapping—how two gangs, locked in a savage dance, traded a girl like a cursed token, leaving her a shredded ghost in the bushes. The streets still twitch from the shock. Meanwhile, the pier turned into a foggy battlefield where a woman wielded a knife against a man, leaving him bleeding and shaken—rumor has it she was the one who called 911, vanishing into the mist like a phantom. And inside the precinct, chaos erupted when a gunshot rang, an officer down, and three desperate souls fled into the night, hellbent on rewriting the city’s dark script. Trust in Hathian is a currency all but spent.

July 30, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Laveau, they say the woman in the faded sundress cracked up over some damn paper plane crashing face-first to the floor, then leaned back slow, letting the other’s hand drift bold on her thigh, eyes twinkling as she pitched packing up scraps for a late-night burger run. That helpless laugh still hangs heavy in the humid air, like a secret only half meant to be shared. ░▒ ▒░ And that wasn’t the only thing stirring in the sticky night. The docks whisper darker deals—new blood forced into shadows, debtors haunted by voices cold as bayou mist. The bayou remembers, and with each passing day its claws grow sharper, pulling more into the Syndicate’s grip, their debts drowned in shadows deeper than the river’s black heart. ░▒ ░▒░ The root woman on Cypress Lane caught wind of this—her glance sharp, lips tight—like she knows what the preacher’s silence means. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

July 30, 2026

Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows grew heavier yesterday, draped in whispered tensions and restless bodies. The old asylum’s ghosts stirred as rumors of a heated encounter near Greek Row spread—words of a dangerous dance between medicine and basketball, teasing alliances that blur more than just academic lines. Meanwhile, the elusive Eon House cast its long shadow again, a warning muttered to those careless enough to bare more than skin in its haunted halls. Off campus, talk swirled around a ritual party brewing in Witch Way Alley, where ancient rites and sunstone altars promise more than celebration—perhaps protection against the city’s unseen claws. In Columtreal, secrets are currency, and yesterday spent it recklessly.

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