GATHERING: Autumn Festival!

Oct. 17th, 2026 02:31 pm
afeastofthirst: (until we reach the new world)
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There are two weeks left until Halloween, and festivities in Darrow are in full swing. The festival out in the countryside has been advertised all over town with brightly colored flyers and Suddengram ads, appealing to autumn enthusiasts of all ages. The pumpkin patch is ripe and ready, with classes throughout the day for those who'd like a bit of assistance preparing their jack o'lanterns, as well as a petting zoo for those interested in sheep and goats.

Veering off to the other side of the country road is a small fair. Hayrides run regularly, and the air is crisp and sweet with the scent of pumpkin pie, apple cider, fresh roasted pumpkin seeds and chestnuts, kettle corn and various other treats. There's the annual corn maze, with a prize offered for the fastest time of the day, and two rows of carnival games with plush prizes dangling overhead, including little stuffed animal Ghoulman Cats from the Shriek series. The Ferris wheel provides a good vantage point for the maze, for anyone wishing to scope out their route ahead of time, although it does occasionally get stuck — not a good option for the claustrophobic, perhaps. That isn't an issue with the carousel and its skeletal horses, at least. Vendors offer their seasonal takes on their usual wares. The smart ones keep bowls of candy on offer for the little ones, many of whom turn up in costume.

As day gives way to night and most of the younger children are shepherded home, the haunted houses open, hysterical laughter and sudden shrieks spilling out of them. A wider variety of alcoholic drinks are available at a concession stand which stood closed through the afternoon, and a masked DJ plays a medley of Halloween classics (and whatever the hell else he wants) punctuated by overly heavy bass.

Some of those shrieks may be a little more sincere than others, and word has it that venturing too far past the edge of the corn maze might provide danger that's a touch too real. Maybe word has spread of the event even as far as Silent Darrow; a few errant creatures have started to drift this way, a reminder for the unlucky few that the rifts still remain. But surely no one would wander off into the dark, wooded areas surrounding the festival, right? Stay by the food trucks, and the worst danger you'll have to face will be gastrointestinal.

[ Have a gathering! Come in costume or don't, come early or stay late or both. Encounter various Silent Darrow creatures beyond the edges if you want a little action or stick to corn dogs and pumpkin spice lattes and carnival games. Have fun! Tag in and tag around! Open as long as you like! ]

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Oct. 17th, 2026 04:29 pm
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Darrow, for all of its fantasticality, is not really a utopia. Lisbeth knows this, and still she's surprised when one day, a man with his hood drawn low and a mask on his face tries to mug her.

She's so surprised she hardly reacts, staring mutely and angling her body away. Then the man grabs at the straps of her computer bag and an old, angry feeling bursts inside of her. A flash of chasing another man up an escalator, of the impotent fury upon discovering the laptop broken.

Having to visit Bjurman to ask for money.

A forceful hand on the back of her head.

She steps on this man's instep with a heavy boot, and when he recoils, the heavy boot goes into his groin. He crumples.

Victory, if he'd been alone.

Another pair of hands grabs her from behind and throws her to the ground so that white stars dance in her field of vision. Her head's hot and wet and she hisses as she rolls to her feet and jumps on the second attacker.

Time moves in and out, and by the time she hears another voice, she's on top of attacker two, fist slamming into his face, knuckles aching. The other fucker, she notes, is getting back up.

She allows herself a glance up to see who else is joining the fray.


Join the fight! Lisbeth's got a pretty good head wound with a lot of bleeding and is in kill mode. Honestly, a good time to meet her.

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Oct. 15th, 2026 12:09 pm
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Ooooooooo, spooky.

Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.

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Oct. 10th, 2026 11:32 am
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Gwen’s been careful about letting too many people close since she’s come back to Darrow. Her memories of her time here before had come back fully within the first couple of months, but her memories from home still hadn’t faded: she’d been ostracized, bullied for being an occultist weirdo and the younger sister of the kid who murked The Grabber. She’d been lonely, but unwilling to change that. Ernie had been her closest friend, and more and more she’s pretty sure that’s just because he’d hero-worshipped Finn so much — or maybe that’s just distance making her insecurities easier to rear their insidious fucking heads.

The point is, she’s been careful about letting people close. There are the usual suspects, of course: Neil, Dan, Marcus, Joel, Daniel. They’re all still here. John and Martin are still here. She hasn’t frozen them out. She’d even kinda opened up with Bill a little. But strangers? Even Ruslan she’d started distancing herself from, which feels shitty because she thinks they’re kind of friends. But after losing Ellie, still barely recovered from losing Hilde for all that she’d given Bill shit about it, she’d locked down again.

And now, well. Now she’s trying to change that.

It’d started with these two girls. Gwen had seen them around before — she remembers kind of pitying them in their ripped up jeans and too-large flannels, like maybe their parents couldn’t afford good clothes — but she’d never really talked to them until she saw them reading one of Neil’s books. They weren’t making fun of all the sex and shit in it, they weren’t acting all scandalized that someone had written about the shit he’d written about. They’d been discussing it, like a little emo book club.

Grunge, she’d later learned. That’s their clothing style. It isn’t because they’re poor, it’s completely intentional. Gwen didn’t get it, but she’d put on a cropped graphic tee over a ragged-edged denim skirt, ripped-to-shit black nylons, and pulled a black plaid flannel over top and tied it under her ribs, and she’d felt more like herself than she had in fucking months. Her hair has started growing out, mostly because she hasn’t bothered going anywhere to get it trimmed, and Keisha likes to put styling shit in it that makes it look all tousled. The first time she’d done it, she’d asked Gwen about the scar on her forehead.

“Ax murderer,” she’d replied, and Keisha had narrowed her dark brown eyes at her and then said, “Fuck it. Okay, big baller.”

It’s Mel that’s into skating. She wears knee pads over her ripped jeans and elbow pads, and she ties her flannel around her waist and just fucking goes. It looks so fucking choice that Gwen asks one day to try it.

And, look, Gwen’s done a lot of shit. She’s fought ghosts, she’s solved murders, she’s left her own body, she’s nearly died, and she’s left her reality and come to a completely impossible future reality twice. But skating? Skating feels like flying.

The problem is, she fucking sucks at it. But Mel insists that’s part of the whole process. Gwen has to suck at skating before she can be good at it, before she can be great at it.

So she’s at the skatepark now, using Mel’s board and pads as she works herself up along the halfpipe… and then back down, no fancy trick or anything. Just rolling up, and then rolling down, letting herself get used to the feel. Mel and Keisha have both fucked off to wherever, but it doesn’t feel personal. Gwen’s pretty sure they’re just convincing some random older teen to buy them cigarettes while Gwen isn’t lingering nearby looking like a narc. (She’s not a fucking narc, but anyone shady enough to buy a pair of sixteen year old girls cigarettes probably wouldn’t believe her if she said it, anyway. Gwen’s more concerned that anyone shady enough to buy a pair of sixteen year old girls cigarettes might also do something to those girls, but Mel keeps saying she isn’t worried about it, so Gwen tries not to, either.)

(She knows at least three people who’d kill anyone who tried, so, that helps.)

Her thoughts distract her enough that when she kicks off against the ground, she gets too much momentum too fast.

“Oh, shit,” she says. And then she decides, fuck it. Lean into it. Fucking fly, Gwen Blake. She kicks again, harder, thrusting the board toward the ramp of the halfpipe. She tries to remember what Mel’s taught her. Both feet flat. Don’t lean back. Bend the knees.

She goes up, up, up, reaches…

And then the board leaves her feet and she yelps as she grabs for the lip of the halfpipe. It at least stops her from free-falling back down and landing on her ass. She slides down instead, her shirt riding up and giving her a nice little friction burn before she rolls off her side and rides the rest of the way on her ass. Once she stops, she just lays there, spread-eagle on the composite. She’s not hurt, just mostly embarrassed.

At least nobody was around to see it.

Right?

[ Totally be there to see it! I know ‘skatepark’ is kind of a niche location for an EP so feel free to come up with literally any reason to be there XD day or night for maximum ingress. Welcome to Gwen’s GRUNGE ERA. She’s no longer hiding her forehead scar and dressing a LOT different than she usually does. Open to all! ]

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