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Rock Hard Boba’s “Pearl & Pumpkin Night”

Name: Rock Hard Boba’s “Pearl & Pumpkin Night”
Start: 2026-11-15T17:00:00-08:00
End: 2026-11-15T19:00:00-08:00
Location: Rock Hard Boba

November 15 @ 5:00 pm - 7:00 pm

✨ Come spend the evening under a sparkling pergola! We’re keeping things cozy with soft lights, cool air, and small-batch Pumpkin Spice Boba that’s only around for November! Need to warm up? Try our hot chocolate, spiced chai, and classic hot teas.

Free pastries and snacks while they last. Grab a drink, claim a seat, and stay as long as you want.

Hope to see you there! 💛🐙🧋

Details

Date: November 15
Time:
5:00 pm - 7:00 pm

Venue

Rock Hard Boba

Organizer

Viola Liang

October 26, 2026

Word on the street... The streets of Hathian simmered with whispered vengeance yesterday. The rumble kicked off when a lawman, caught off duty, took a bullet meant to settle old scores tied to that infamous vinyl haunt—the one where shadows run deep and loyalties bleed. His quick thinking with nothing but an umbrella kept him breathing, but the chill in the air said this was far from over. Meanwhile, a new sound carved through the fog—a twisted symphony of industrial noise and gothic menace, promising a Samhain night that’ll rattle bones and break spirits. And in hushed corners, tales spun of tangled favors, broken trusts, and a show that might just mark the moment the city loses what little innocence it had left.

October 26, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at the docks, they say the man with the slow trickle of blood from his nose threw himself headfirst into the fight, crashing his skull against elbows before smashing his forehead into his foe's jaw. He hit the ground hard, eyes glassy, broken and dazed beneath the humid weight of Laveau’s sky. ░▒ ▒░ But that wasn’t the only thing stirring—whispers drift from the Den about the Silent Serpent’s newest shipment gone dark, the bayou’s fog thickening with secrets no one dares name. Eyes watch and wait; the Veil thins, and power shifts with every shadowed breath. ░▒ ░▒░ The man in the white suit caught the scene, his calm gaze flicking toward the shadows where the Syndicate’s puppets move. He says nothing, just a slow nod—what’s spilling in the blood won’t stay spilled for long. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

October 26, 2026

Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows stretched longer after yesterday’s poolside spectacle—a naked plunge that wasn’t just about cold water and reckless laughter. Whispers say a slick betrayal unfolded when a certain woman vanished with the clothes and phones of two drenched souls, leaving them shivering and exposed. Meanwhile, others murmured of a desperate rescue at the campus clinic—a woman limp, barely breathing, carried in with hushed apologies, sparking fear beneath the mossy eaves. Through it all, a quiet tension simmered—loyalty tested, boundaries crossed—while the old asylum’s walls seemed to watch, waiting to swallow the next secret whole. Columtreal’s night never forgets, and neither should you.

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