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calypso-finale · 1 year

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Sixty Three.

Rylee is so lucky that I am just doing nothing, one thing about her she will tell me things on the day or tell me things late and then act like she didn’t know all this time, like right now. I don’t even mind having Aziel with me even when I am working or whatever because he loves to hang with the boys, but she doesn’t give much notice at all, but today I am doing nothing, so I don’t mind having him, gets me out of the hotel anyways. After Rylee blew a fit and Halle getting on me about it, I moved away from the council place and I am staying in a hotel until I sort myself out, I guess my room gets cleaned and that’s a bonus but it’s annoying to me, just being there “my guy!” Kairo spat “you turned into a chauffeur now? You opening the door for me?” I called Kairo to drop me off, my cars are in storage too, just everything is a little bit of a mess “you know how I do, I got to make sure the king of the UK drill scene gets treated like royalty” this guy is a troll, he opened the door for me “appreciate you coming out though” dapping him before getting into the car “I got you my brother” I think I will just stay inside at Lee home and just take care of him there, might take him to see bossman but that is it, Chris keeps saying he is picking up the mannerisms a lot, he is so attentive to behaviour that is he picking up on how me and the boys are and I get it, I don’t want him to be what I was, I don’t want him to love the streets because he has a loving home, we love him, he don’t need that “so we going?” Kairo asked “Lee place, please” I added “no problem my boy, you’re there more then anything, you back with her?” he laughed “nah, we friends” shaking my head “very close friends, but we just friends. It’s nice, we have that vibe and stuff” he drove off “you getting your dick wet on the low, bro I don’t blame you for it, I bet she is so good in bed, I know” I scrunched my face up “come on my guy, you getting it on the low” looking over at him “I am asking, why you mugging me like that? She good isn’t she” he talks too much “you literally kept scores, remember scores on the doors? You missing one” rubbing the side of my face “that ended” I added “when? You literally told me about that white chick you was with? You mad shady about her?” shaking my head “bro, I don’t want you speaking on her like that, I don’t want to hear it. When you speaking on the mother of my child you speak with some respect you idiot, there isn’t scores of the door for her” he needs to get that “better then Kenza?” he still pushing “I don’t need to tell you shit” I mumbled “good enough to have her, just her for the rest of your life?” clearing my throat “don’t play me bro!” he spat “have I ever complained, no. So shut up” he busted out laughing.

Kairo does be talking too much, he’s entertaining to me but I get why others get mad “you want me to wait?” shaking my head “staying here with him, thank you though” opening the door “and Kairo, I don’t want to hear you ever disrespecting the mother of my child again, how she is sexually, or anything got nothing to do with you. She is off limits and she will be for the foreseeable future, so I am going to let you off because me and her aren’t together or whatever but she isn’t like the rest, she isn’t that and never will be, I don’t want to hear it again” getting out of the car “I got you, have good time though” he laughed, now he thinks I come here for sex “I will beat your ass man” closing the door, Kairo is just him, he just be doing too much but he always wants my leftovers. There isn’t a moment where he hasn’t fucked the girl I have, it’s weird. He hasn’t Kenza though, she found him to be weird, but I think he will get it now. I will end up beating him if he speaks on Lee out of pocket again, he doesn’t need to know how she is sexually, that is dumb but it’s my bad because as boys in the groupchat we do talk about the girls a lot, we speak on a lot of shit, but Lee is off limits, that is something I never aired out like that. Her shyness in the bedroom department is cute, and I can’t even lie something inside me always makes me be there for her and patient, I always will be I think, she is different, and I like it but once she is over it then she is good.

Not having a key is so jarring, just waiting around outside but it opened eventually “Central Cee” looking behind me “hey” I smiled “come in” Rylee said, walking inside “you took forever you know” hearing his little run “yes!” Aziel spat “what is this?” Rylee and her half done face “I am asking you, like just gently open my eye, I can’t like you know see, pull apart my eyelashes. This is what happens when you rushed me, now they are stuck together” why can’t she be normal “right, which is yours though” I have no idea what I am doing “Oakley” she grabbed my head “be gentle” pulling a face “alright, get off my hand” I am going to take them off, because this is weird” taking off the eyelash “why?” I asked her “why did you take it off?” looking at the eyelashes on my finger “it’s stupid, just you know. Don’t wear them” Rylee huffed off “I couldn’t see exactly, this eye I did fine but then it was sticking and then this one, I couldn’t even open my eye and then you was here, I was trying to open the door” I laughed “right, you want it back?” I asked, she took it from my fingers and then I hugged her, she hugged me back “you’re such a weirdo you know that right” she kissed my cheek “I know, that is just me, but I am getting ready, I will be late so come in” she ran off, she is always late, she does everything but get ready and then realises she is late. Taking my jacket off as I made my way to the living room “what we watching today? Listen, football is on later so we watching that ok?” he nodded his head “watch Duggie” letting out an oh “I like Duggie, he a good guy. I will be back though, you watch him” he loves his Duggie cartoon now.

Jumping on the bed “so where you going? You never really said, you just rushed me to come?” resting back into the pillows “I am meeting Imani for a meal, I forgot about it really, she text and then called me and I was like of course I am coming, I forgot because I had the girls over yesterday, they didn’t leave till late and it just slipped my mind, I asked if you was free, don’t lie now and you said yeah but I would have got Grace if not” she is right “I did, I ain’t got anything on. You lucky, so what we saying. About the weekend away? Monte Carlo” I asked “Monte Carlo, just me and you?” she asked “yeah, yeah. Us both, also like some product will be coming to this address, it’s from the clothing brand and if you have decided on what you want to do?” I asked, she really never gave me an answer “you know what I am missing?” she said “sex” she added, I laughed “I am trying to be a respectful guy here" she turned to me “then be disrespectful, no but that is fine. Monte Carlo it is, is this the last trip for me with you? You scaring me about being busy, you know I won’t like it” I shrugged “I will be around, just doing these trips can be hard, but yeah. I just think we need to have a serious talk, and I want to take you away” Rylee let out an oh, she is thinking now what the serious conversation will be but it’s nothing bad.

Now I keep thinking about serious conversation, I got ready just thinking on him wanting to talk but what about, I need to leave because I am so damn late. What a rush this all is “so, I have cooked by the way. I did, see how nice I am. Oh am I disturbing the peace?” The way Aziel and Oakley glared at me; Aziel is so quiet now. Oakley just staring into me and not at me, I frowned “what is it?” I asked, “just looking” he said looking back at the TV “well mommy is going to find you a new daddy, do I look pretty?” I said, Aziel sat up “mommy” he pointed “exactly, mommy looks good. I’ll get you a new daddy, don’t worry” Oakley laughed “is it because I look good” standing in front of the TV “don’t piss me off Lee, man. Come on, move” he said “then why you not happy? Talk to me” I am annoying him a little too much “tell me what you want to speak about? Why wait for Monte Carlo?” Oakley looked at Aziel “tell your mother to move, the men are watching football” looking at Aziel “say it, say move” he better not “move” Aziel said “you can live with your dad, so you don’t think I look pretty” he is so annoyed “you look ok” walking over to him “Lee, please. Just go out” poking my lips out “why aren’t you telling me I look good? Because I do and you don’t want to say it” shuffling over to him, sitting on his lap facing him. He rolled his eyes “what’s wrong? You’re not happy” he tried to move his face to the side to look at the TV “Oakley” getting in his way again “you don’t need validation from me, do you?” I shrugged “you know I am just going out with my sister, and I’ll be back” he nodded his head “then what is wrong? Tell me why you want to speak on? I’m nosey” he breathed out “life, just about us. Look I want to move forward and if I look for a new place I’m not doing it again because I know you want too, I want us to think hard on what we want before I do this, that was it really” smiling at him, pecking his lips “sorry” wiping his lips with my hand as I got up “you look good by the way” looking behind me, he reached over and pulled my dress down, poking my lips out “I want to stay with you now” holding his hand “I’m sure you’re late” letting his hand go, he’s right I am late “you’re just airing that out to make me go, whatever!” He just wanted me to go “yeah, yeah have a good time” he laughed, Imani will expect nothing less from me anyways, of course I’m late.

Imani side eyed me so badly, she is not happy “I am so so sorry” I apologised “no you’re not, this is you all over. And you forgot Rylee I know you did” I sniggered “why do you think so low of me, I am here aren’t I” I scoffed, let me act very offended “whatever, you look nice. I like the dress, I feel so under dressed, I just put this dress on, earrings, lip gloss and straightened my hair” she cringed, waving her off “your beauty is natural, please don’t say a thing, sit down” that is my baby, Imani is perfect how she is, I don’t ever want to hear her say she looks less then beautiful “hi, would you like anything to drink while you’re looking?” the waiter asked “erm, water. For now” I said laughing, I usually ask for wine, but I need to look first “coming right up” sitting down “well this is on me, I will treat. It’s going to be your birthday too. Also Harry fucking Styles?” I spat, she barely sat down. She shushed me “I don’t know what happened, dad was like you know singing is hard, long hours, long nights and I said ok. The first few nights I was sleep; he was doing his own thing. Then I made friends with Willow, and she pushed me to do more, she pushed me a lot then she said she is friends with Harry, then things just went so fast for me. Then by the time I knew it I was told I am going to be on his album, dad was so happy for me, I nearly cried. I mean me? I am shocked” I cooed out “that is amazing though, so when is the listening party? Soon?” I only know this because of dad, I wouldn’t know anything really “yeah in like two days, I asked dad to come with me here” I cooed out “you know if you keep asking for dad, mom will get jealous. She will start to pick on it too” Imani shrugged “dad is not unbearable, mom will always say oh I can come with you or tells me all the negative things” I chuckled “that is mom all over” I huffed out.

I chuckled “don’t let dad know I let you try my cocktail got it? I will beat you up, so tell what you want to do for you birthday? Am I invited to the festivities” I asked “erm, I actually asked mom and dad if I can go to Japan with Willow, so on my birthday I will be there, but I am open to gifts now” she smiled at me “cheeky, that is fine. Well I will take you shopping, and you can buy whatever you want, no expense” Imani giggled “ok, that is fine. I don’t mind if you don’t buy me anything and just give me spending money for Japan” I was going to say but you have money but then again she hasn’t got her money “oh you want me to do that? I will give you money, how much” I half laughed “ok how about you pay for Mario world, and better get me express pass too” she doesn’t ask for much “fine, I will get you that and spending money, as long as you’re happy with that, how do you feel mom and dad letting you have freedom?” she shrugged “it’s hard for them, but like Willow and I have a understanding, like she gets it, and I get it but they find it hard but we will be ok” my sister is growing “you know you and Ti are very annoying” frowning “in what way? Now what did she do?” Imani pulled a face but I didn’t press her on it “how is your new chat without me?” I have to ask “it was random, but mom cussed Ti out and now Ti isn’t speaking to mom so you not missing much” I chuckled “I think dad is fed up though, he said that his kids are away from each other but yet hate each other, there is never anyone that can keep the peace. Mom only cussed her out because she said Rylee is the disappointment because mom said she is being lazy and because her man is in the chat she acted out, mom got mad” shaking my head “disappointment yeah right, she is just a jealous bitch” I have had enough of her, I am glad mom shut her down though.

My sister is growing “Rylee, you know for the listening party can you do my makeup for me?” my smile grew “me?” she nodded her head “yeah, can you? Like I don’t want to bring anyone in, mom will make it happen but then it makes me seem useless, like I haven’t learnt anything about mom, like I am not good” waving her off “stop it Imani, don’t think that at all. You come to big sister, and I will do it for you, you know if you need help I will be there for you. You got a dress? It’s a party remember” she nodded her head “mom took me shopping, I was meaning to ask about the makeup thing” I grinned “you don’t need to ask, just turn up at the house, well apartment” I sighed out “will Oakley be there?” she asked “he doesn’t live with me, that was random. What makes you think he will be there” she laughed “aren’t you back with him?” shaking my head “well like, I feel we are together but not officially together” she pulled a face “why?” Imani questioned “I think we want the peace, I feel like he is the end game” Imani eyeballed me “shut up!? Rylee already, I mean end game? I’m shocked, you’re young still, what if you find another” shaking my head “Imani, I love him. I always wanted a guy to love me, to love me like dad loves mom, and I got that I just messed up yeah. I just think, ok. I get why people think it’s crazy talk, I’m young, I have a child and now I’m like settling, but will anyone make me feel like he does, not really. Do I care what others think of him, no. Do I think he’s not good enough for me, no I don’t. I just think when people find out, it’s pressure. So it’s all between us both” I shrugged “if you’re happy then ok, I got on with him a lot but then people made it weird so I stopped” I frowned “yeah, but I bet if that was Taylan they wouldn’t say that, this is the thing. They made him feel like shit, even saying that. It was wrong, but keep that between us” I said to her “you’re happy, so why not. I just think all this drama for nothing” I wish I was Imani, so drama free “yeah well it’s me, but it’s just like with Oakley, he makes me feel like I am not a pain in the ass, that I’m not drama like my own family make me feel, he is really my security. I am happy but look Imani, what I have here is my own little family, I just want to I guess talk to mom and make it up to her, I do love her but she is annoying” I said the truth “you know she just wants the best for us” nodding my head “I know” I breathed out.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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ayoosheshortaf · 7 years

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lovelctters · 2 years

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 4 years

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Hello. I am, as you know, an American. I turned eighteen in 2014, voted in my first presidential election in 2016, and voted in my second presidential election last week via early voting in the state of Texas.

I’m reflecting right now on the difference between those experiences. This is going to be a very self-indulgent essay.

The 2016 election was in my third and final year of undergrad at Texas A&M University. At the time, I was living with a roommate who grew up in a town of 2,000, all of them members of her church. I loved her very much, but she was the most sheltered person I’ve ever met.

I was only a few years ahead of her. My home growing up was deeply liberal about many of the things that counted, but deeply conservative on equally important things. For me, leaving for college was a radicalization speed-run.

I, a good Memphis girl, moved to Texas and encountered for the first time in my life white homogeny and everything that comes with it. I made most of my friends at A&M through a Christian orientation camp that I attended, then worked at. I went to school at a history department that was overwhelmingly male and war-obsessed.

My second semester, I was randomly sorted into a writing seminar on the American Civil War and Reconstruction. There were eight other students in that class, all of them Texans. By day two I had gotten into a open fight with one of my classmates after he used the phrases “one of the humane parts of slavery” and “the secession declarations are moving and beautiful appeals, if you read them,” and “well I’m not going to criticize my own state.”

We got into at least one yelling match per week from that point forward. It was a formative experience for me-- not just him but the seven other students that took his side every time because they just couldn’t conceptualize anything outside of their own experiences, and frankly, I couldn’t either.

It rocked my world to be surrounded by people who told me, among other things, that their high schools flew the Confederate battle flag or Lee was their all time role-model (because he actually didn’t want to secede! He didn’t believe in it, but Virginia did, so he put his own qualms aside and served his country, and that’s what we all have to do). I ran a survey once by knocking on every door in a dorm hall and asking the two people inside why the Civil War happened.

I feel like you can guess the most common answer I got. Only two said slavery. Six didn’t know what the Civil War was.

The last week of the semester, my class read a collection of recorded oral accounts of freed slaves during Reconstruction. My nemesis told me that he “didn’t realize black people actually had it bad.” At the same time, I was struggling with my sexuality, my relationship to my religion, my relationship with my parents, and a handful of newly-diagnosed but long-existing mental illnesses. I wasn’t having fun.

Over the next three years, I tried my hardest to humanize the people that said disgusting things about minorities, poverty, and me personally. I barely won on that one, and I’m actually really proud that I did, even if it took me a few years. I can trace the biggest change in me directly to my nemesis from the history department, the kid that made me so mad that I started arguing back. I was too scared to do that before.

By 2016, I was in full existential spin-out-- a very suddenly liberal kid fighting my whole family, all of my classmates, and most of my friends in an explosive political climate, the first I had ever participated in.

I voted by Tennessee absentee ballot in 2016. On election night, I ordered takeout for me and my roommate, who I knew had voted red. Confident, like pretty much everybody, that Clinton would win, I was trying to show her that I didn’t hate her. She went to bed after dinner, also so certain that Clinton would win that she didn’t bother to stay up.

I sat in front of my laptop sewing a birthday present for a friend (Kenza, actually), while the votes came in. I wasn’t super alarmed when the map turned red. I just figured the blue states hadn’t finished counting yet.

The map didn’t get any bluer. By 1am, I knew what was about to happen. They called it an hour later, while I was sobbing on my floor. I threw up in the bathroom out of pure anxiety. I got two anonymous messages telling me the asker was going to commit suicide. Neither of them responded to my replies. I don’t actually know what happened to them.

I remember riding the bus to class the next morning and distinctly seeing that most of the racial minorities there had swollen eyes from crying. The girl with the pride stickers all over her laptop didn’t show up that day, and I’m kind of glad she didn’t, considering the way some of our classmates in the back were loudly talking about “the gays.” Hope she’s okay.

My roommate came home completely unaware that Clinton lost. I was crying in my room when that happened. I remember showing her a demographic map of who voted which way. She got visibly upset when she figured out what races how. I think she really did feel guilty.

That Thanksgiving, one of my cousins tweeted, “I can’t wait to go argue with my liberal cousin today. The wins. Keep. Coming,” an hour before he walked into my house. Inauguration day was January 20, 2017. I decided to go to law school a week later, the day the president signed the Muslim ban. That’s when I figured out for the first time just how much power the courts have. The last three years have only enforced that.

I got angrier and angrier during law school, egged on by a few friends but more than anything just... finally conscious of exactly how the American system works and exactly who’s behind it. I still live in Texas, farther west now, and I’m working my first legal job. I’m going to be a licensed attorney next week.

I went back and forth for months about how this election was going to shake out. I knew there wasn’t going to be an overwhelming red majority this time, but my big fear was an election close enough that the Supreme Court could take it. That fear doubled last month, at RBG’s death.

I was hoping for a blue enough victory on election night that there wouldn’t be a week of uncertainty, but that was unlikely, and it didn’t happen. I obsessively refreshed my election map all of Wednesday and Thursday, aware that at least some states would flip after mail-in ballots came in, but unsure which would.

Again, my great fear was a blue victory held down by only one state. Given (I would say “any” chance here, but I don’t mean “any” chance because genuinely jurisdiction or facts or legal merit don’t matter to the Supreme Court) an opportunity to make one (1) decision that hands over a red election, please know that a conservative supermajority would take it. I cannot emphasize enough how true that is and how important it is for all of us to grasp that.

Watching Georgia flip was one of the best experiences of my life, and it’s a little hard for me to articulate why, but I’m going to give it a shot here. I’m southern. I’m from the South, and for this conversation it’s really important that I’m from Memphis, a black city and a center of black music and culture.

When people think about the South, they think of the white South, and on some level, they should. It is absolutely essential to understand the white South in order to understand American history. Let me be 100% clear here. That is not a good thing. American majority history is not good. We are not a good country.

It’s near-impossible to understand why that’s true without knowing exactly what happened in the white South and exactly what is still happening there now. With that, however, is another truth that most folks don’t get.

The SouthTM is white and needs to die. The South as it actually exists is partially white yes, but it is also everyone else that lives here, particularly black folks. Southern culture is black, not white. Georgia flipped because the people that have always, always been there finally got to crack apart the conservative machine holding the South hostage.

That’s amazing. It’s fucking mind-blowing. I watched it happen at 3:30 in the morning days after Election Day, and holy shit holy shit, Georgia flipped. Atlanta won. Holy fucking shit.

I would be terrified right now if only Georgia flipped, because SCOTUS would have found a way to throw out a few thousand votes. Inevitable. Absolutely certain on that one.

With a few states of buffer, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I really do think it’s over.

I came home after work on Friday and immediately went to sleep because I hadn’t really done that since Tuesday. I woke up at noon today, checked the map, checked my messages, and saw what happened while I was gone. After that, I went back to bed until 5:30pm. I’m really just getting up now, after most of 24 hours asleep.

I don’t know if I would say that I’m happy right now, but I am overwhelmingly relieved. I’m under no illusions that a Biden victory will solve everything, but I also do think this is a real thing to celebrate. I’ll take suggestions on how to celebrate right now, actually, since I’m finally awake.

I’ll be angry forever, I think, but this is a good thing, and I’d like to enjoy it. If you’re happy right now, hey, tell me about it. I’ll be thrilled with you. I want to hear it. Congrats to all of us. Love y’all.

#that's me rambling thanks and gig em #there are some things to tag here huh #uspol #politics #suicide #this would be a good time to remind everybody that i am white #so take that into account re: Georgia #personal i guess #not comics sorry

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worldburnrp · 3 years

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“It was a maddening image —

Little by little, the rooftop space filled up with guests. It’s impossible for a rum-sponsored party not to turn lively; and certainly, it has. While some are happy with their drinks and stay in the venue, drinking and dancing their spirits away — others choose to venture out, either returning to their rooms or getting lost in the maze that are the corridors of The Mark hotel.

In either case, the night is light and young, and there’s not a worry in their minds.

Little do they know however, that in the shadows, the Syndicate awaits.

— and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk —

Although the night had been planned to exhaustion, it’d been all but a coincidence that the operation had fallen on the same date as the party launch. It’s a blessing, at the same time that it’s a curse; more people circulating the area isn’t ideal — but a sea of potential issues isn’t so much so, if they’re impaired to begin with.

130 million dollars, gone up in flames. But they ought to make their money back, somehow.

So here the Syndicate hides, and at around 10:30, they strike. Swift and professional as ever, they go completely unnoticed — and they will take all that they can.

A highly effective heist, right under their noses. Those 130 million earned back in just a night.

No wild cards, no action that isn’t necessary, were the instructions given. Money, jewelry, art, anything of true value — that’s what they’re after. Designed as a victimless crime as far as bloodshed goes, the Syndicate still accounts for all. No issue, lest you get in their way.

— and banish the ghosts with rum.”

Unfortunately however, some unlucky few have. As instructed, should anyone be a concern, be it that they’re found in their rooms or other areas in the midst of the operation — they should be neutralized, by whatever means necessary. All with still keeping their anonymity, and succeeding at their tasks.

The pairs that have crossed paths are:

Ludovica Malatesta and Rus Ralston

Nora Vidal and Lee Malkovich

Zafar and Mathias Cain

Vir Zafar and Ibrahim Ziani

Abel Rousseau and Nik Erykssen

Oliver Wright and Jin Yoo

Tima El-Masri and Audra Smythe-Priestley

Avi Grover and Samar Burman

Max Szczesny and Enzo Principe

Karolina Erykssen and Samar Burman

OOC Info:

Part Two out of Three.

Part two will run for a few days, to allow for everyone to comfortably write their interactions in time; an update will be made both on the blog and discord for subsequent parts.

There is no requirement that people drop previous event threads set during Part 1 — but we encourage everyone to prioritize Part 2. This can be either through new fresh threads, or shifting your Part 1 thread into Part 2.

For characters not involved in the conflict, there are no restrictions to replying to starters (or continuing things) from Part 1, unless they were posted by someone, or are written with someone involved in the conflict. In that case, those starters may no longer be replied to. You’re also free to start any new things with other non-conflict characters as you wish.

If you wish to have any injuries (be them major or minor) or heavy impacting plots happen involving your character, please contact the admins so we can include it into the narrative.

Those in the conflict are encouraged to come up with scenarios where, mid-robbery, one would have the other held hostage. Be it at a hotel room, in some hidden office, or anywhere that is far from view and where there would be plenty to steal. They’re on a mission, after all. As always, if you have trouble coming up with ideas, the admins are always willing to help.

At the end of this post, we offer challenges to the guests. However, those are simply suggested interactions — and even if you choose to write it, your character is not limited to just writing those.

SYNDICATE CHARACTERS:

[ ALL SYNDICATE MEMBERS ARE WEARING NEUTRAL BLACK CLOTHING AND MASKS. IF THEIR CLOTHES WEREN’T NEUTRAL AT THE PARTY, THEN AT THIS POINT THEY WOULD HAVE CHANGED. NOTHING ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE (THAT THEY CAN CONTROL) SHOULD BE RECOGNIZABLE. EVEN IF ENCOUNTERING SOMEONE THEY HAVE MET BEFORE, THEY ARE TOLD TO KEEP THEIR IDENTITIES SECRET TO THE BEST OF THEIR ABILITIES. ]

For Syndicate members especially, Part 2 should be prioritized so that plots can flow easily.

If you have Part 1 threads, we won’t ask that you drop them, but that you work your way into finishing them — with your characters, above all, keeping in mind that they have a job to do. It might be a night of fun for everyone else, but not them.

From now on, you can only interact with other Syndicate members, or the character you were paired with.

You can write as many mid-robbery threads with your fellow Syndicate members as your heart desires. Interactions amongst them are allowed, and absolutely encouraged!

As far as the rest of the party goes, you may only interact with the character yours was paired with, as one is the other’s hostage.

Your character should be focused in the robbery itself and collecting valuable goods. Anyone they’ve encountered is damage control.

Important: this is meant to be an incredibly secretive and smooth operation. Get in, get out, without causing disturbance. The main party should not have any inkling or knowledge that this is happening.

POINTS AND CHALLENGES:

Syndicate members and conflict volunteers will each earn 20 points for writing their paired threads. (It doesn’t matter if one character ‘wrote’ the starter; both members will be awarded points.)

All remaining characters will earn 20 points for completing the challenges prompted below. They are not mandatory, but we will reward you if you choose to go forth with them.

The points above will be awarded at the end of the event, to account for any starters going unanswered or quickly dropped, as we wish to be as fair as possible.

Surprise! We’re also rewarding conflict volunteers with 30 points for being wonderful team players and allowing us to use their characters for this plot. We adore you and appreciate you, so here’s a small gesture to reflect that!

CHALLENGES:

Jennifer Callaghan recognizes Izaak Walker from his internet presence, and attempts to strike an interview, or even a comment. Izaak knows it’s unadvisable to go forth with it, given all the rum ingested tonight.

Andrea Galán has been avoiding Aaron Keaton, until they cross paths. There’s an inkling or knowledge of her involvement with crime, and tensions rise.

Gideon Hayes is spotted by an off duty Joaquim Borges whilst trying to deal — be it to a random guest, or worst yet, the very detective himself.

Danvir Persaud thinks he recognizes Laith Hassan, from briefly crossing paths in the law-and-lawful world. There’s no reason for a sketch artist and a lawyer to engage however, until now — that they’re both trying to get a vending machine to work.

Renata Cervantes-Müller and Úrsula Villa are both powerful women in their own right — except that they share far different ideals, and defend different people. It’s been easy to avoid one another thus far, until the elevator doors fail, locking them in.

A dentist and the state’s most prominent politician walk into a... bathroom. It’s a classic, slightly awkward, run-in. Except this time, it involves Nicholas Bergeron — and Julian Berkeley.

Jakob Cervantes-Müller is a busy man, and the things keeping him busy aren’t the kindest. For prevention (and future endeavors), he needs a lawyer — and he’s heard Adam Starke is one of the best. What a coincidence, that their drinks just got mixed up at the bar.

Constance Romero, the Cartel’s informant manager, is always on the lookout for future contacts. Like some other select people, she’d heard of Lev Movska’s defection from The Brotherhood — and hell if she isn’t going to try and get all of that knowledge into archive for them. The enemy of my enemy, as they say.

With too much rum in their system, Lola Villarin and Diego Romero end up wandering — testing every other room for unlocked doors. Eventually, they make it into a suite; it’s all fun and games, until the lock won’t allow them back out.

Hazel Arthur and Ryan Fitzgerald barely look at each other, when touching up their make-up in the lobby’s bathroom. But they have to acknowledge each other’s presence when they realize they’re locked in — and Hazel hasn’t heard back from her partner in far too long.

They’d both had the same idea — the hotel’s fire escape as the perfect spot for a smoke break. Hans Starke and Zuleika Sandoval are now forced to share the space (that both claim to have found first).

Bob Bekker and Aera Paek, different positions at different publications. One man with success in his horizon, and a woman who can grant anyone it. It’s a throw-away conversation until the words fact checker come to rise. The best paper, after all, is the most accurate one — would this man do her the favor of failing, in exchange for a brighter future?

Araceli Aguilar suddenly stops Heather Hyeon Seo in the middle of the lobby, with an unwarranted prediction of her future. Even if Heather doesn’t believe in it, it’s intriguing enough that she must hear more.

Rahi Kumar is well known for his love of the sky, preferring to gaze upwards towards the heavens; it is this exact preference, that sends him careening into Andel Kenza, who scurries away from a main party room, clutching what appears to be an empty bottle of rum, a strange substance congealed on its base. The pair stare at another another - a stalemate.

Erin Katz was never a woman to wait for opportunity to simply knock on her door - she prefers to kick it in herself, a stiletto crashing through wooden panels. JJ Baptiste is a man who can make or break you in this city, and with the intriguing wallet she’s just found on the floor, she thinks she’s got enough leverage to earn his ear as he lords over a table in the back of the bar.

Moon Subin is currently scouting the media world, looking for new voices to either support his agenda in the press — or to simply gain insight. It’s unclear which Maureen Keaton could be, yet... but it’s worth a try.

FINAL NOTES

1 — If by any chance your pairing partner, or your challenge partner doesn’t get back to you — please contact the main page and we will rearrange things so that you may still write it! No one will be left without some event fun, we promise.

2 — If you’ve missed the window to volunteer your character for conflict, or you have joined recently and didn’t know about it, you can shoot the main page a message and we will do our very best to include you into the action. Only main page messages, please — as Discord will be hard to keep track of.

3 — As always, the admins are only a message away should you have any questions.

Part 2 interactions are now open. Have fun!

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