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Music with Buffy
Music with Buffy – checking out the CU sound booths.
Times are in SLT.
Music with Buffy – checking out the CU sound booths.
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Word on the street... Hathian’s overcast skies did little to dim yesterday’s tension, the air thick with more than just humidity. Word drifted from the battered coffee shop—a storm of shattered glass, blood, and a mocking note hinting at scones more dangerous than sweet. Some say the blood on the floor wasn’t all human, and the safe’s contents weren’t just cash. Meanwhile, whispers grew of a woman found sobbing in her car, rambling about severed heads and midlife chaos, only to be led away after a suspicious stop at a goat farm. Between wary glances and guarded humor, old wounds reopened, and uneasy truces held strong—barely.
Whispers in the bayou... In the city where the neons flicker as faintly as hope, whispers of yesterday’s shadows slither through Laveau’s muddy veins. Word drifting from the Barracuda’s bar rail to the broken steps of the Red Herring is this: someone bruised and battered—yet stubbornly clinging to kindness—made the rounds with sweet offerings, masking turmoil behind a battered smile. Some say the gesture was more desperate than generous, a last-ditch anchor for a drowning soul. Meanwhile, hushed voices speculate about a family tie on the brink, each gesture concealing darker appetites—proof that in Laveau, even comfort comes laced with poison. The bayou watches, and remembers.
Rumors on campus... Gray clouds pressed low over Columtreal’s ivy-hushed courtyards, the old asylum’s silhouette brooding above the day’s secrets. At Get Woke, rumors sizzled with the espresso: whispers of a stolen exam key slipped between hands beneath the counter. Not far, a flock of pledges from Greek Row tiptoed into Rock Hard Boba, their laughter hiding last night’s accidental fire alarm—deliberate distraction or drunken misstep, nobody’s sure. All the while, at Murphy’s Pub, a brawl after karaoke left more than one pride bruised; some say the argument started over a misplaced ring, others suspect something darker. By dusk, shadows grew longer, and so did the campus’ collection of unspoken truths.
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