Zombie Prom

Name: Zombie Prom
Start: 2026-10-30T13:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-10-30T16:00:00-07:00

October 30 @ 1:00 pm - 4:00 pm

Who says the dead can’t dance?

Dust off your finest formalwear, crawl out of your graves, and join us for Zombie Prom! Whether you’re freshly deceased or falling apart at the seams, everyone’s invited to one last dance.

And what’s a prom without a little royalty? A Zombie Prom King and Queen will be crowned, so dress to impress. You might just take home the crown!

Dress Code: Undead Formal Wear

🗓️ Friday, October 30th from 1 PM SLT
🚕 https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Conjure/20/73/21

Details

Date: October 30
Time:
1:00 pm - 4:00 pm
Event Category: Backwaters
Event Tags:Backwaters

Organizers

November 6, 2026

Word on the street... In the cracked shadows of Hathian, whispers twist like smoke from last night’s chaos. The joint near Rader Records saw a sergeant downed, bleeding bullets with no clear hand in sight—an ambush or inside job? Meanwhile, Lou’s bar was hit again; three masked predators snatched liquor and shattered glass, slipping away in a blue pickup. No cameras, just a bouncer’s desperate stab and fading blood on steel. Elsewhere, a woman found hurt on the roadside, stitched together behind hospital walls while the man who covered her wounds claims ignorance. Meanwhile, the city’s underbelly buzzed—drugs passing hands, secrets exchanged over vodka and gummy bears, and the haze of loyalty fraying under the neon pulse.

November 6, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at the docks, the woman in the faded dress pressed a small white stick into the rough palm of the man whose eyes darted like he’d swallowed something bitter. She whispered—soft, desperate—that he’d taken her first time and left her with more than words to bear. The humid night swallowed his silence, thick as the fog rolling in off the bayou. ░▒ ▒░ And that wasn’t the only trouble stirring—rumors crawl through the alleys that the Silent Serpent Syndicate is tightening its grip, sending debt collectors with cold smiles and colder intentions. The fog’s thickening, and this town’s debts don’t just drown in bourbon—they seep into the bones, making silence expensive. ░▒ ░▒░ Deputy Broussard watched from the shadows, his jaw tight, fingers twitching near his holster. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

November 6, 2026

Rumors on campus... Yesterday, Columtreal’s mossy paths echoed with whispers that won’t settle. A tangled drama unfolded near the Bleu Wag, where a woman’s fury unleashed hot sauce as both weapon and challenge—words cut sharper than glass, accusing a ghost from a forgotten night. The man with the bruised eye played the calm calm before the storm, claiming to have been a reluctant savior while the tangled trio circled secrets no one dared name. Meanwhile, off in the shadows of Greek Row, murmurs spun around an unfinished ritual and a hesitant dance with quantum mysteries—where history, music, and whispers collide, and nothing is quite what it seems. Trust anyone, and you might just regret it.

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