RAFAEL SILVA at The Epic Cons Chicago 2 Convention - September 15, 2024

HE'S VERY HANDY 😏 9-1-1: LONE STAR (2.10)

PLOT DROP 02.

The darkness creeps in the air, a sensation of impeding doom following the massacre that rolled in with the storm. There is a growing need now amongst the residents of Oblitus, a need for hope, for ease, for laughter. And what better way to aspire for all, than to attend the annual Halloween party at Colony House. And while the party will, no doubt, be different this year, with more new faces, louder atmosphere to drown out the screeches from the outside, it is sure to bring on some much needed relief. So take out your finest garments, your tastiest treats and head over to Colony House before the night rolls in. Oh and do make sure not to open the door for any trick-or-treaters....for you might just end up a treat.

OOC: Welcome to our second plot drop and the most fun party Oblitus can get!

Note to all: Halloween Party is an old tradition dating back for as long as the residents can remember. Every year, the whole town gathers at the Colony House to enjoy the night of music, games and laughter. It is a tradition reserved to mock the town and its many horrors, while also ensuring everyone is safe and sound and most importantly -- not alone. During this night, the monsters that usually roam the town are unable to assume their human form, so they are seen around in their real form, and their powers of allure and persuasion are at an all-time-high. This is why, in preparation for the party, the windows are blacked out entirely, and residents are forbidden from peaking through.

Our Halloween event will be taking place from Friday, November 1st (6pm EST) through to following Tuesday, November 5th.

We encourage everyone to put their current threads on pause during the event!

Please tag the starters 'starter.oblitus' and post them in a designated discord server.

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TANNER BUCHANAN in COBRA KAI

Adrien is tense while the woman scrutinizes him. He doesn't fight it. He was pretty direct, but he'd figured she'd either be impressed and let him continue or just shut the door in his face, which he probably deserved.

There's something about her that's so effortless. She's cool, calm, intuitive. Like she knows she's in control of every situation she's in.

Finally, she lets him inside, and he physically relaxes. He feels like he passed some test. The first of many.

He steps in and tries not to stare at the home, looking for things like animal skulls, runic symbols, or just a straight-up demonic effigy. Instead, he faces Raina, keeping his smile on.

"Thank you. I figured being straightforward was better than not."

He considers what he's heard and what he should tell her.

"Mainly, that you make potions and spells and read tarot cards? I haven't heard that anyone, like, hates you, but you definitely scare some people, and others respect you."

Raina blinked once, slowly, as if giving her brain time to catch up with the introduction. She leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, one hand still resting on the knob, her expression carefully neutral—but there was a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes, a smile tugging just at the corners of her mouth.

“Well,” she said, her voice smooth and warm like the lazy drift of smoke. “That’s not the worse I've been called.”

She took a moment to look him over, reading the nervous energy that bubbled just beneath his grin. New, for sure. He had that slightly bewildered air all the newcomers carried—a strange blend of hope, fear, and not-quite-processed disbelief.

Raina let the silence linger just long enough to see if he’d squirm before finally stepping back from the door and gesturing inside. “You want to come in, or are you planning to ask all your burning witch-related questions from the porch?”

The words were light, teasing, but there was a measured kindness to them, as though she was giving him room to find his footing.

She held his gaze, her smile still faint but present, and added with a touch of playful curiosity, “What exactly did you hear about me, Adrien?”

Lucas sighs. He'd gotten held up at the station, but he can only blame himself.

"I know, I just... maybe some company isn't a bad idea?"

He pulls a chair up and slumps into it with a huff.

"How was your day? Liking any of the new people?"

open to all. community kitchen.

She staid behind after dinner, wrapping up the dishes, sorting the rations. The place was getting dark and it won't be long before sun set into another night. Another living nightmare. -- Bruna smoked her joint, not bothering to air out the small room in the back as she settled into a cozy chair made out of old leather car seat and cracked open a book. "No food, dinner was wrapped an hour ago -- you should get home it'll get dark soon." she doesn't look up, and her tone is as monotone as it can get. "You could stay here and keep me company if you want but, I am not in my 'fun' mood today so I'd advise against it."

where: chop shop when: day time whom: @hcartcorruptcd El

Adrien is hunched over the engine of the truck, trying to gauge what all is salvageable and what could be modified to be salvageable.

They'd had a few cars brought in from the junk yard after the leaders and sheriff's department got everything useful for the community. Now they're stripping what they think can be useful.

"For a truck from the '80s," he calls out, "it's in pretty good condition. Almost a shame to tear it up."

He climbs out with some valves, carrying them over to the piles they'd started to keep things vaguely organized. Then he glances over to El.

Lucas is tempted to take the bottle, but he has things he needs to do today. Things he needs to be sober for.

"Yeah, not this time."

He lifts a foot to stretch while he talks.

"It helps me focus on things I need to do," he replies. "So yeah, I do it a lot. Probably more than I really need to, but it is what it is."

He let's his gaze travel over Adam's relaxed state, lying out, acting (if not feeling) careless and free. He's jealous that even if it's not 100% real, it still clearly helps the man. Is that the source of his unease with Adam?

If anything could make a man feel like shit, it was seeing another man be more of a man than himself. And going for a healthy morning jog was the epitome of fitness and health in Adams books. He doubted he'd ever become that person. "Time is just a concept, at the end of the day. 'Sides, I think I deserve a treat -- you know, after all the shit that went down." shit he had to see. Bodies he had to bury. He processed in his own way. "Guessin' that's a no to my offer?" he puts the bottle aside for now, almost uncomfortable at the fact other was standing and not sitting down beside him. "Running? That something you do a lot?"