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Dear members,

We are not going to beat around the bush, with a heavy heart we inform you that this is a farewell letter. The directory will be put on indefinite hiatus. At the moment we cannot tell how long it will last and whether this place will be revived. Someday in the future when we regain our energy and motivation, maybe then we will revamp 24/7 and breathe new life into it. We do not want to make empty promises, though.

These few years have been a long ride, longer than we expected, but lately we have been feeling like it’s high time to slow down, and let go. There have been countless bumps on the road, what is a natural course of things, but the past few months were just simply draining for us. We are not going to dig too deep into the issues we had to face and other personal reasons and motives that have eventually drove us to making this decision, hopefully you understand.

We have been here for over three years and we have seen and dealt with a lot, however, most of all, we have grown really attached to this place. We cannot stress enough how special it is for us and therefore it is beyond heartbreaking to close it for the time being. But we think it is the best we can do right now.

Our main aim was always to maintain the home-like ambiance, make sure everyone feels comfortable and welcome in our community, but unfortunately we feel like this is one of the things which has been missing for a longer while now. It has left us... exhausted. And we do not want to keep pushing ourselves when we are well-aware that as admins we do not feel as connected and dedicated as before.

We need a break.

So, for now, goodbye.

Sincerely, 24/7′s Admin Team

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The following accounts have been put on probation. You have until Sunday 12AM, EST to return or message the admin team before your faceclaim is available for roleplaying.

@adrienne247 @avery247 @bea247 @247sohee @247axl

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The following names dropped off the radar. Worry not, my darlings, we will hear from them again.

@ex-liwei247

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DUE MARCH 15TH

JUNG SOOJUNG, KRYSTAL ( f(x) )

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is anyone looking for an older brother?

If you're in need of such connection, let the Anon know!

Admin N

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OOC NOTES

Hello and welcome to HyperPrism Tour!

With that being said, we would like to remind you that you are more than welcome to create your own events as well. If you have one in mind, all you need to do is message the admin team, so we can discuss it!

Have fun!

Breaking News: #HyperPrism

Kim Minseok announced not only a surprise album but also one week residency at Seoul’s Olympic Hall called #HyperPrism and #HyperPrismTour,  The artist called this new musical endeavor an extension of #Prism. The residency will run from March 12 - March 20 with a Grand Final on March 22. Tickets for the concerts are free however donations are greatly appreciated as they’ll benefit local charities. Minseok stated he would match the donation amount after the week is up. 

Album: #HyperPrism Artist: Minseok Genre: R&B, Pop Tracklist: All The Way Home Full Moon Sixth Sense Beautiful The Heat Blooming Days

Check the hashtag #HyperPrism for the visuals [There’s no option to comment]

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DUE MARCH 13TH

PARK CHAEYOUNG, ROSÉ ( blackpink )

DUE MARCH 15TH

JUNG SOOJUNG, KRYSTAL ( f(x) )

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— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Hwan Jaemin, spotted prancing about in the Southwest Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say analytical and self-assured? Apparently now he spends time as an advertising and editorial photographer at PJJ Publishing, and keeps skeletons buried at Geumsang Apartment Complex, B302. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Boy Blunder; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

Samuel was rather shy and nervous during the first year of high school, but it never showed. He kept his expressions blank, only his light hand shakes and twitching would betray how he really felt. He slowly gained the confidence needed to discover who he wanted to be, brisk and rather forward, he always knew what he wanted and how to get it, it was a sort of confidence in one being, and thought process. He was never rude to the other students, but he did make sure to avoid certain cliques and groups. He heard of the rumours floating around, who wouldn’t when it was spoken of so frequently, and he had made sure to never slip up, and to do so he kept himself distant from others (it was rather easy after all, Samuel was always rather awkward, and never knew how to handle small talk). When it came to his reputation, he was rather viewed as a loner, someone hard to reach, cold and closed off. Students were weary of speaking to him, teaming up with him for group projects and what not because he was something hard to understand. It was easy to judge someone when they had a label, but Jaemin seemed to avoid all of them, and find his own box to get into. For that reason, most people avoided him and deemed him weird, an anomaly and something unable to be understood.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

Samuel’s personality didn’t change much from how he was in high school, he’s still straight forward when it comes to his goals and thought process, though his social skills if anything seemed to deteriorate with time. From high school to college, Samuel seemed to keep avoiding people regardless of any situation. Old habits die hard, don’t they? At least he isn’t in denial about it anymore, making sure to get help for his social anxiety, apparently there’s a name for those types of things now. It’s a work in progress. Behind the mask, Sammy transforms into someone confident, never cocky, snarky and sarcastic. As for reputation, the same thing seems to keep following around: too cold, distant, a loner, boring, weird and uninteresting. One thing did change, apparently he’s pretty to others, whatever that means. Maybe it’s the hair?

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

Hwan Jaemin was born on the 19th of July in Manchester, England, and was abandoned at an orphanage when he was just a baby by his birth parents. Adopted by Josie and Jake Jones, he was given his English name and became Samuel Jones. His parents were high up in the social hierarchy, one could call them rich, which they indeed were. Samuel lived in the Jones Manor which he would soon realize was rather recluse and far from the city; there was nothing much other than a forest and greenery around him. Despite his parents adopting him, he quickly learned they did so only so he could become the next in line to inherent Jones Industries. You see, his mother, Jessie, was infertile, and his father, Jake, wouldn’t simply ever want to lose his company he worked so hard to gain. And so they trained him to be proper and prim. No son of theirs could ever be anything but perfect. From etiquette lessons, to manners, it was all ever so suffocating. Samuel figured if he could pull through and could prove to them that he would make heir, maybe they would start paying attention to him and love him. He was wrong. All he ever got was scrutiny, and nods of approval, cold and calculating, there was no warmth for him there in their lives. Sammy quickly grew to hate being their heir. He didn’t want it.

Their behaviour never seemed to quite change, and so, Samuel learned to be silent, and quiet. To him, it was better if he ceased to exist in their eyes. He would rather to pretend he didn’t exist than to constantly receive disapproval for not breathing the proper way, and for not replying the proper way, for not existing the right way. It was all too exhausting. It worked, somewhat. The young boy would disappear into his room when his parents would finally come home after their long trips to foreign counties that they seem to never consider taking him along with. He was always alone in that big, cold manor that he grew to loathe. Every morning he would wake up feeling cold and empty; sometimes a nanny would be there if his parents remembered (though most of the time they didn’t). It was the sort of cold and clinical type of relationship that would haunt him forever, and that would never cease to terrify him. He had to be strong though. At a young age, Samuel knew the didn’t want to fall into his parents shoes, he didn’t want anything to do with them or the company they owned.

He lived in his own fantasy world, escaping the hurt and neglect he faced. Going to school in England was hard, the city that never completely slept and the students were never too kind, but Sam found something that helped him go on, a hobby of sorts, well two: photography and comic books. It might seem like an odd choice at first, but it really wasn’t. Sam enjoyed capturing the world into small, rectangle pieces of memory. It gave him meaning. He fell in love with the city at night, climbing on top of his rooftop, he would use his allowance to buy packets of any comic book he could find, and he fell in love with superheroes.

It was hard not to enjoy the fantasy world he fell into every night, each universe was so unique, from Marvel to DC, Samuel read it all. He would have to admit, he had a soft spot for the Batman series, maybe it was because they were all human, they usually were, they didn’t have any extraordinary powers, but they were able to be extraordinary regardless. And Sammy just wanted to be like that. He wanted to be important and make a difference. He saw how cold hearted the world truly was, and his pictures taken only proved his point further, he witnessed homeless people being treated like dirt, assaults and robberies; why couldn’t he intervene and change things, why couldn’t he make his neighbourhood a better place? And so he did. It wasn’t that hard to either, he had all the instructions needed to be the best vigilante in his comic books anyway, and if crime slowly stopped happening it would only be a good thing.

When he started high school, he was sent to Cheongnam. Samuel always imagined he’d stay in Manchester the rest of his life with his adoptive parents. He always knew he was adopted, and really, it wasn’t that hard to figure out, his features never seemed to match up with his parents’. All he had to do was dig up his birth certificate that was filed in their study and ask his nanny, and lo and behold, he found himself on a quick airplane ride to South Korea. If he knew it would have taken a simple question just to get away, he would have done it sooner.  Cheongnam was prestigious and highly suffocating, the whole time, all Samuel could remember was his childhood. Using his Korean name helped him dissociate from his past, and helped him find himself a new identity. He would always be the quiet one who sat in front of the class taking notes, and he’d always be the kid who’d answer the teacher’s questions correctly, but now he had hobbies and a passion, he had drive. He didn’t have his parents around anymore to judge him, or to mold him into being a carbon copy of them. He could do what he wanted, and he did, from joining clubs, to getting his ears pierced, Samuel- no, Jaemin, never felt so free in his life. Maybe he didn’t have many friends in high school, he never was able to develop the ability to make friends quite well, he was always a bit too awkward, a bit too shy, but he never shied away from his interests. High school might have been a drag, but at least he was able to get into the art college he had wanted to study in photography (he never heard the end of it from Jake and Jessie, but he did it anyway).

Now a full, actual adult, Jaemin works as a photographer for PJJ Publishing, and at night, he continues to fight crime and purge the city of criminals as Red Robin, his alias.

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DUE MARCH 11TH

LEE JIEUN, IU ( soloist )

DUE MARCH 13TH

PARK CHAEYOUNG, ROSÉ ( blackpink )

PENDING

PARK JINYOUNG ( got7 )

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DUE MARCH 10TH

PARK JINYOUNG ( got7 ) — EXTENDED

DUE MARCH 11TH

LEE JIEUN, IU ( soloist )

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help me choose! brokeartist!mino or ladyboss!hwasa??

I vote for Hwasa, but let’s see who the members choose!

Admin N

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I used to be an old member here and I am so pleasantly surprised to see this place still up and running. So tempted to come back, I've been missing writing lately.

We would be more than happy to have you back here again, so please remember we will always welcome you warmly!

Admin N

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DUE MARCH 10TH

PARK JINYOUNG ( got7 ) — EXTENDED

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— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Cong Li Wei, spotted prancing about in the Northeast Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say charming and mysterious? Apparently now he spends time as a bartender at Un Poco Tequila Bar and private magic practitioner, and keeps skeletons buried at Banjeom Apartments, 605. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Magnus; we missed you so.

TW: mentions of death and disease

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

High school was supposed to be a dark time in his life, because he was an orphan and a weirdo. That is, however, beyond false. High school was the best time in his life. Li Wei had it all, from popularity to lovers of all kind, to decent grades and grand achievements. He was some sort of supernaturally perfect kind of guy. But it was all a façade, for he was hiding his hard work, his ‘religious’ beliefs, and the fact that his father was a murderer. Left alone in the world, after both of his parents dies, Li Wei found comfort in studying and going deep into what knowledge is. Despite popular belief, he was and still is indeed very smart. Though, he kept it low-key in high school, because he loved the popularity more, and he loved being the icon of good looks and heartbreaks. Just like his father, he came to love power and influence. He hung around all the popular kids, and fit in like a glove. He lied his way to power. And maybe he was helped by a little magic. It went smoothly for a long time, people focused on his looks and his rather attractive personality. But the minute GG opened their mouth, he was a goner. GG started the rumour of a warlock roaming on the school’s grounds, and they called him Magnus. It did not take long for everyone to know the identity of this mystery warlock. They regarded it as stupidity, someone who pretends or roleplays, like a fucking loser or nerd. They were surprised to learn it was Li Wei, but they did not let him forget. Instead, he used this to confuse them. Despite what GG was spreading around, they were pretty confused whether or not GG was right about Li Wei. Before they could answer, he graduated. And GG disappeared. Li Wei would love to believe that his curse reached GG, but even after he graduated, he remained alert.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

Li Wei has not lost his charm, although he can be harsh and pretty private. It somehow lures people in, and that is pretty much all he needs for his career. To the public, he is the attractive bartender who knows how to mix drinks, and sneak some ecstasy in when needed. To private clients, he is the key for a perfect break-up or the death of the enemy. Li Wei keeps his life balanced, and he enjoys all that it has to offer. He is very much a carpe diem kind of guy, and sometimes he can get lost in his own fantasies and pleasures. But even then, he is very earthly. He does not allow others to push him around, and has learnt to ignore rumours that are beyond false. In his life there has only been one person who truly brought the worst in him, GG. Shall GG come back, his life might get tipsy for he will not give up until he finds whoever decided to mess up with his reputation. Even so, one could say Li Wei is unbreakable. And truly, he does seem unbreakable. Whether or not he is, is a question of perspective. Anyways, he will make everyone believe he is almighty. He loves his power, and not even GG can take that away.

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

Her magic was forged by the ancestors, and gifted in a box made of gold. She was born to serve the spirits, and the humans. She was the perfect balance between good and evil, and the four elements. She was a white witch. He was born with flaws, with scars that never healed and powers learnt by reading. His magic used to be the balance between white and black, but power eats at you the more you crave for it. He was a Bokor, made a warlock by the power he craved so. And then, they met .There was nothing written to describe the magicthat arose from their heavenly love. It felt like a rose whose thorns turned into silvery medallions, and whose scent carried a thousand pounds of dust created for the sole purpose of waxing the entire world. It was something Aphrodite herself could not put into words. And if she existed she would certainly be jealous of their passion. 

Peizhi Cong was a respected man, a war hero and a close advisor of the Senator. He came from a long line of magic practitioners, with voodoo running through his family’s veins for over three centuries. It was unusual to have an Asian-born Bokor, but certainly Peizhi was the only one made for the job. He used to be an anchor to white and black magic for a long time, but everything changed once he met the one and only Yingyue Jiang. Yingyue was not only the most beautiful woman he has ever met, she is the woman he decided to marry. She came from a long line of white witches, people who practiced earthly magic for healing and altruistic reasons. Although their marriage did not last long, their love managed to bring to life a little bundle of joy. However, Peizhi became addicted to power. With hopes of surpassing the power of the ancestors and impressing his lover, he reached out to the dark side, and was unable to come back. The moment he started killing, the spirits punished him. The more power and influence he got, the less of a human being he became. In his last stage, he was barely alive anymore. Black magic is an abomination of nature, it draws from the dead, and the sacrifice. Peizhi experimented a lot with the dark side, not only of voodoo but also of sorcery and necromancy, some of the knowledge was borrowed from ancient books of spells and potions the Jiang family owned. Yingyue did not realise that she was slowly killing her lover. From his darkness, he did love. But not Yingyue, or she became the object and anchor of his power. He loved his little boy, more than he ever loved anyone else. But, he loved power more. And it was his end. Peizhi was executed when Li Wei was only seven years old. Yingyue and a numerous coven of witches performed a ritual to get rid of Peizhi’s spirit forever. When he died, his power did not just disappear. Li Wei symbolically inherited that power and Peizhi was reborn, inside and through his son. 

Li Wei Cong was the happy memory of the family. Both of his parents loved him dearly, but he always felt more attached to his father. Yingyue taught him white magic, and mainly helped him brew potions. Small ones, for short-timed good luck or a whiff of love. His father talked to him, a lot. Peizhi did not teach him voodoo, but he taught him the ways to magic. Through the grimoires he left behind, to the entire history and culture of voodoo, curses, spells and hexes. Li Wei was fascinated, and has dreamed of the day he would be able to conquer the world like his father. To him, Peizhi was a superhero. When Peizhi died, some of Li Wei’s soul died with him. The grief that overcame the young boy was transformed into dark ‘magic’. A macabre version of it. The rituals, spells, hexes, potions and curses Li Wei performs were always way out of balance, according to the coven of Jiang witches. And the ‘spirits’ were not pleased with his magic practices. Yingyue fell ill quickly after her husband died, and despite being supported by her coven through potions that were meant to heal her, she died two years later of what doctors diagnosed to be cancer. Li Wei has lived with his aunt ever since. 

Whilst it all sounds like a magical story of love and revenge, one must be aware of the superstition and science behind it all. Magic, as Li Wei was presented, is merely another word for remedies, poisons and incantations that come from the Middle Ages. All of them are rooted in science. From the herbs used to cure a cold, to the dangerous poison that transforms people into ‘zombies’, it is all a myth. But people like the Jiangs and Congs truly believe in the supernatural properties of the entire process. However, Li Wei is well aware there is no magic behind his rituals and spells. Though he must believe beyond doubt that what he does is truly magical, and that he can connected to spirits and absorb their power. He believes he is meant to share this false belief in magic, so he does that with everyone he meets. Whether they are believers or not, Li Wei will makethem believe. What they would later regard as coincidence is merely a well-calculated plan to make their lives harder. Once they believe, they will throw their money at Li Wei to perform protection rituals, and give them potions and spells for the loved ones. Here is the catch: ever since Yingyue died, Li Wei has never come in touch with white magic again. He hated it beyond reason, as he believed white magic is what killed his father. So he only dabbles in the dark side of voodoo and sorcery, making him extremely well-versed in potions, curses, predictions and certain rituals to bring misfortune, or even death.

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DUE MARCH 7TH

PARK JINYOUNG ( got7 )

PENDING

YOO TAEYANG ( sf9 )

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The following names dropped off the radar. Worry not, my darlings, we will hear from them again.

@247annie

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DUE MARCH 6TH

YOO TAEYANG ( sf9 )