The Culling: Watchparty

Name: The Culling: Watchparty
Start: 2026-05-02T12:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-05-02T14:00:00-07:00

May 2 @ 12:00 pm - 2:00 pm

It’s that time of the year again and the denizens of Laveau are invited to come watch as the lost with nowhere to go undergo team building in real time.

Attire: Semi formal to formal

Saturday, May 2nd from 12 PM SLT

[[For any questions, please contact Propane Rage and please don’t derail with drama, thank you!]]

Details

Date: May 2
Time:
12:00 pm - 2:00 pm
Event Category: Backwaters
Event Tags:Backwaters

May 9, 2026

Word on the street... The city’s pulse quickened yesterday as whispers of a brewing vendetta tangled with the chill night air. A fractured family spat turned sharp as shadows danced—one sister brandished threats like knives, daring the law to test their limits. Meanwhile, a wounded man limped through the haze, blood marking his retreat from a clash that left everyone guessing who’d come out on top. Over at the Grind, tensions snapped when a gang leader’s fists found a lone officer—no backup, just bruised pride and a crowd holding its breath. And beneath it all, a poisoned promise lingers: a sinister plot aiming to seize the hospital’s heart, with puppeteers pulling strings in the dark. Hathian waits, breath held, for the next move.

May 9, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at the docks, the girl with wild eyes and a crooked smile staggered through the fog, clutching a brownie as if it held some secret. Her laughter jittered like broken glass, pupils blown wide, asking the pale stranger what poison they’d baked into that sweet—something sticky enough to burn through the bayou’s thick breath. ░▒ ▒░ And that wasn’t the only ripple in the murk. Over at the Forge, the fallout from the day’s foam party still clung to clothes and whispers—slick skin and hidden debts simmering beneath the neon sweat. The bayou remembers, and every drip from the party bleeds into the shadows, pulling old ghosts closer to the surface. ░▒ ░▒░ Mama Celestine’s eyes flickered slow when they told her, lips tight, hands folded like a prayer or a warning. She knows the Silent Serpent coils tighter, and the real question is what ugly price the darkness will ask next. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

May 9, 2026

Rumors on campus... Yesterday, beneath Columtreal’s moss-draped shadows, whispers thickened like the fog curling through the old asylum halls. The Greek houses stirred unease—an initiation rumored to blur pain and artistry, leaving marks both visible and unseen. Meanwhile, a quieter tension played out beneath the haze of Hathian’s restless nights: wary laughter and veiled glances exchanged over plans for a clandestine pool party, where lighthearted mischief masked deeper anxieties. Amid it all, a figure moved with careful resolve, balancing identity and desire against the city’s fractured pulse. Trust was currency, suspicion a shadow—Columtreal pulsed as a realm where alliances held secrets sharper than the night air.

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The Culling: Watchparty

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