#manor.event

[blvirambrosio]

@manorstart​

despite the fact that the school had given everyone the day off, blair still found herself sitting alone in a booth at the diner, several piles of paper surrounding her and a basket of fries. head down, attempting to read another reading reflection her students had written about ‘lord of the flies’ where all they wrote about was the man parachuting from the plane and how the boys thought it was a beast. movement from the other side of the table cause her to draw her eyes upwards, a smile making its way onto her face in greeting. “you couldn’t have come at a better time honestly, if i had to keep reading this i might cry.”

[therealfluke]

INTRODUCING... LEVI FISHER, a man who never secretly cried over a ouija board not responding to him !

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado levi has now spent twenty-seven long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a sober companion, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

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name: levi fisher. age: twenty-seven. career: sober companion, currently working towards a psychology degree.  residence: 123 Street Lane, apt 123 // single-bed apartment. spouse: n/a. children: n/a. pets: a turtle named mike. facts:

triggers: brief mentions of death and drug use

voted least likely to win the lottery.

yes, his parents still died, but it was an actual murder case ( what given that they weren’t living in a huge mansion ). yes, his grandparents still died, but what else is new ?

yes, he was also still an addict. he fell into it to dull down his constant fears, but was brought back to reality after he helplessly watched an old friend of his overdose because he’d dragged them into that world. between that and some familial and platonic intervention, he went to rehab. 

and he went a couple of times, but is now two years clean and feeling good. he wants to help people who were in a place like he was, but he doesn’t have the qualifications yet.

he’s started attending the local college, hoping to earn a bachelors, and eventually a masters (at the very least) in psychology so he can go work his genuine dream job.

until then, he’s taken on the role of a sober companion which... actually makes more money than you’d think. although his role is basically to just keep whoever he’s been hired to keep sober sober, he tries to go further than that and... might get preachy at times, but it’s with the best intentions.

actually has a working phone. never overdosed, therefore never earned the nickname ‘fluke’ ( so going back and typing that next week will be hard to remember haflksd ). siblings are all still alive. would still die for jo, but not in the creepy william faulkner type of way.

luv this for him.

[stfuisaac]

INTRODUCING… ISAAC BAROT, now with 30% less obvious type a tendencies !

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado isaac has now spent twenty-seven long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a sound engineer and drum instructor, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

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name: isaac barot. age: twenty-seven. career: sound engineer & drum instructor. residence: 123 Street Lane, apt 223 // double-bed apartment. spouse: n/a, dating joakim ryan ( @exsomniis ). children: n/a. pets: a black cat named macavity ( nicknamed ‘idris elba’ ). facts:

voted most likely to speak to the manager.

his parents weren’t literally just friends and actually made up a family unit, offering more control and stability in a young isaac’s life. incredible how such a small thing can change a man’s likelihood to rearrange ikea !

he knew he loved music and he also knew he wanted to make a living off of it, but beaver creek is nothing like los angeles or new york - no way he’d get famous for just being in a band. 

so! he took up a job as the sound engineer at the local theatre and concert venue, as well as teaching drums to kids on the side.

he makes his own teaching hours, so he loves that.

still likes taking charge, but knows when to loosen the reins... and will loosen them much quicker.

plays in a hobby band.

can you believe i just put ‘hobby’ and ‘band’ in the same sentence when talking about isaac ? i can’t.

less to say about him than fluke because he wasn’t as traumatized :\

cld use!! his 123 street lane, apt 223 roommate!! 

will add on as needed howgryeuhiflajnkfhboe

[nscollins]

introducing… a man when given a future, nathan collins.

the only tricks up his sleeve are the words he uses in court.

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado nate has now spent twenty six long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a lawyer at the only firm in town, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

name: nathan collins age: twenty-six( 26 ) career: lawyer. residence: 1504 pike st. / small apartment, two bed, two bath. spouse: n/a, to be announced. children: n/a, to be announced. pets: a blue heeler mix ( kane ) facts:

he faced the same struggles as teenager, but his rehab visit actually changed his view on things, and he found something he was passionate about.

people always said he wasn’t going to amount to anything so he felt the need to prove them wrong, thus law school.

was always referred to as ‘remy’s younger brother’ but it never actually bothered him.

still 100% into magic, but now it’s just a hobby he does for fun .

he actually graduated with his bachelor’s in three years, then went to the law school in town. 

the head lawyer had been working with him for nearly six years by the time he finished, leaving nate to quickly take over once the previous owner retired.

both parents died when he was twenty while he was interning at the law firm, they ruled their deaths an accident.

in his free time he writes songs and plays guitar, but he’s not big on performing for anyone.

[flve-hargreeves]

       you  never  plan  on  attending  a  funeral  when  you’re  on  a  honeymoon.   he  has  nothing  appropriate,  is  forced  to  borrow  a  dress  shirt�� from  someone  else  to  wear  with  his  slacks.   he  feels  underdressed,  tugs  at  the  cuffs  every  so  often  as  he  and  sophia  stand  with  the  rest  of  the  group.  

        his  hand  stayed  tucked  between  his  wife’s,  feeling  her cold fingers squeezing  his  own  tighter.   he  might  not  have  known  the  people  they’re  burying,  but  he  feels  the  loss  all  the  same.   it’s  a  terrifying  reality  check,  reinforces  something  he’s  come  to  accept  since  they  arrived  here:   they  aren’t  safe. 

      he’s  going  through  his  ativan  like  its  a  pack  of  tic  tacs,  paranoia  and  guilt  eating  away  at  him.   he  is,  after  all,  the  one  that  booked  their  honeymoon.   if  anything  happens  to  either  of  them,  it’s  completely  on  him.    his  fault.

   he’d  always  believed  in  ghosts  in  an  abstract  way.   never  seeing,  just  believing  in  the  possibility  of  the  impossible.    now  that  he’s  seen  though,  now  that  he’s  trapped,  he  wishes  that  weren’t  the  case.  

           he  has  regrets.

[manorspeaks]

Collected, you make your way out to the edge of the wilderness. Just far enough into the woods where those who you bury will not be able to see the manor from their final resting place. 

TWO HOLES dug six feet deep. 

MICHAEL & CARMELLA’S bodies carried, wrapped in blankets and sheets.

Then gently placed in their respected plots.

You stand beside strangers and friends as those close to the deceased say their final goodbyes, and you can feel something behind you.

Turning your gaze back to the manor, on the front porch you see a group of five. Unable to make out their faces, you’re able to watch as all but one turn and head back into the house.

The person gestures, and you all collectively go back to the manor where the redhead is waiting.

“That’s a nice spot,” she noted, “you’re able to walk a couple more feet, that’s where we buried Row. It’s right on the edge, there.” 

“Things are happening around here, and it’s only going to get harder for you but, with him getting stronger, we are too.” There’s a hopeful look in the red head’s eyes as she looks over the group fondly.

“oh, I’m Imogen by the way.” she goes to extend her hand only to quickly pull it back to her body. A nervous smile on her features. “I’ve talked to a couple of you. Some of you prefer Wes though, I think.”

“Because I’m Fun,” can be heard from inside the manor, though imo waves him off. “and stupid. that’s for damn sure.” she finished. 

“There’s a couple of things we need to make clear now the games have changed and he’s getting stronger every single time one of you...” her voice fades, “every time someone meets their untimely fate. he can only scare us so many times before we become immune, and that’s where you all come in.”

“please, just stay in the light. I’ve seen the technology you have, use it. figure out how to make it so that light stays in this house every hour of the day and avoid the shadows. the child is the warning. he’ll send him first, if you hear the boy you need to get somewhere safe. there’s a key in ida’s room, it unlocks the doors to the tunnels. use them.”

“there are a couple of rooms we need you to stay away from, but the basement isn’t it. that’s his room. where he came from, and ultimately where I think the pieces to this screwed up puzzle are hidden. but we can’t go down there. I’ve tried, the door doesn’t open and when it does, it’s... bad.”

“I need you to find the tape recorder, they had it recording when they brought him here, it’ll tell us who, what, how... Ida and Harold aren’t bad people, they suffered a great loss and they did the only thing they thought would fix it. They loved their son, and still do.”

As she speaks, Wesley comes to the door and reaches out to grab her. “he’s coming.”

“I have to go. Stay in the light. Use the tunnels. Wesley and I-”

“Imogen. Now.”

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Your muses just buried two bodies and held a ceremony, at the end, Imogen was able to communicate without the board, clear as day. 

She explains you must stay in the light and use the tunnels, that ‘he’ controls anthony, the child, and will send him before appearing to guests so be weary. 

Imogen asked your muses to find a tape recorder in the home and try to make it so the lights are constantly on or there’s always a source of light.

[djnvisncin]

                                dorothy campbell needs you !

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado dorothy has now spent eighty-two long, wonderful years in the village. spending the majority of their days working as a ski-lodge concierge, they live a hectic life, but never wishes to leave. they claim citizen kane is their favourite movie and their interests include knitting, crosswords and sky-diving.

i. quick stats + sagacious , charitable , mirthful , reliable . - hot-headed , commanding , critical , capricious .

name: dorothy grace campbell nickname(s): dora — by her children ; sugar plum, sweetpea, various other embarrassing pet names — her husband ; grace — close friends . age: eighty-two ( 82 ) gender: cis female [she/her] languages: english, ASL. moral alignment: lawful good mbti: ENFJ-A height: 5’5” career: ski-lodge concierge // foster mother residence: 193 strawberry park ct. / detached carriage house, 5 bed, two bath. pets: the neighbour’s mean, fat, spoiled black cat that roots through her garbage ; an old sweetheart of a tabby ( baby dorothy )

ii. aesthetics

scribbled drawings , years old , framed on the walls ; the smell of burning cake , accompanied by a thick black smoke ; hugs that are just a little too tight but make you feel safe anyway ; running to the car , using the picnic blanket as shelter ; dungarees that fit just as well as they did ten years ago ; health days spent cuddling on the couch ; the feeling of safety , always having a fighter in your corner .

iii. facts

grew up in a relatively wealthy family in beaver creek.

she met walter, who was from a significantly less fortunate family, and they fell in love.

her family didn’t approve of her relationship with him, and he had none. she decided to leave her family after one argument too many and never looked back.

they couldn’t conceive, or at least, dorothy couldn’t. she was heartbroken, she’d wanted to eventually have a child with the man she loved — but it wasn’t possible.

it was walter’s idea to foster, she’d been hesitant at first, but quickly warmed to the idea.

their speciality is troubled teens, ones the system had given up on. she likes to think they will at least get some stability before aging out. they have never had a child leave their home for anything other than adoption, no matter what. 

the pregnancy was unexpected, dorothy was old and they didn’t think she could conceive anyway. the baby was born perfectly healthy, and her presence was a welcome addition to the household.

the campbells adopted their last child well into her sixties. she was only a baby at the time (the first baby they’d ever taken!) and they fell in love with her. 

so here she is,,, skiing and shit in her town. her husband tries to stop the sheer chaos that is dorothy grace campbell but the only one who can stop her is god and she killed him. 

[thcoharper]

INTRODUCING… the bar owner, theo.

born and raised in BEAVER CREEK, COLORADO theo has now spent twenty six long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a BAR OWNER, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

NAME: theodore ‘theo’ james harper AGE: twenty-six ( 26 ) CAREER: bar owner. RESIDENCE: 113 harold blvd. / large house, four bed, two and ½ bath. SPOUSE: wesley lloyd CHILDREN: none. PETS: none.

FACTS: let’s talk about soft and happy theo for a minute

theo was born and raised in beaver creek and loves living in the mountains bc it’s peaceful

he’s twenty six now. 

he’s 100 percent in love with the biggest idiot and he’s okay with that

they’re engaged now so?? cuteness ahead

he owns a bar and loves to have fun

catch him getting on stage from time to time

lots of open mic nights!!

he only has to clean his and wes’ house now 

he’s skilled at fixing cars so give him a call

he’s just a nice guy that loves his mom and will 100% fight his step dad on any given day

10/10 would recommend a friendship with him

[sophiaigallo]

introducing... sophia gallo, now the perfect wife, mother and teacher.

sophia was born and raised in beaver creek. she had an idyllic childhood. mother and father raised her with love and care. she spent time at her grandparents. the holidays were full of cheer and love. her parents raised her to be a kind, loving, and respectable citizen of beaver creek. soon after graduating high school she met nova gallo. the two fell for each other quickly and while it raised some eyebrows from people around town, the two became the ideal couple of beaver creek. not long after their marriage they had a child named noah gallo. currently, sophia’s husband, nova, is a first responder for the town and sophia is mostly known as mrs. gallo. she teaches at the local preschool. she’s currently 6 and half months pregnant with her and nova’s second child and they know it’s going to be a little girl. their life is a classic image of perfect suburbia.  

connections ;;

anyone she knew growing up

friends from school

does she teach or taught your child?

do you know her husband? 

she’s active in the community, think pta mom

endless possibilities to make them have a connection 

[ofabrokengiirl]

INTRODUCING… Michelle Duval, the life-saver.

Born and raised in Beaver Creek, Colorado, Michelle Duval has now spent twenty six long, beautiful years in the village. Spending the majority of her days working as a nurse at the local hospital, she loves where she works and never wishes to leave.

NAME: Michelle Duval. AGE: 26. CAREER: Nurse at Beaver Creek Medical Center. RESIDENCE: 1230 North James Rd. / two - story, six bed, three bath, outdoor pool + garden. SPOUSE: N/A CHILDREN: N/A PETS: Pitbull (Olive) and Maine coon (Jasper). FACTS:

She loves her job. Helping other people is her dream job, and saving lives is the highlight of her entire day. It definitely makes things worth it.

She rescued Olive from a puppy mill and Jasper from a kill shelter.

Michelle’s aunt lives nearby and comes to visit often to see her, Jasper, and Olive.

She’s best friends with the chief of the hospital, and some nurses believe that that is how she landed the job.

(TW: Marijuana/drug use) She does use drugs sometimes to take her mind off the stresses of working such a demanding job.

As far as hobbies go, she’s a writer in her spare time. She’s currently working on a book called ‘Way Down’.

[blvirambrosio]

INTRODUCING… THE SAME GIRL BUT HAPPY, BLAIR AMBROSIO.

MAGIC IS IN THE WORDS YOU PUT ON PAPER.

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado blair has now spent twenty five long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of her days working as a freshmen english teacher, she lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

name: blair ambrosio age: twenty-five( 25 ) career: english teacher, school newspaper sponsor. residence: 180 offerson rd. / courtyard house, two bed, two bath. spouse: roy van aston, husband, deceased. children: n/a, to be announced. pets: co-owner of a samoyed ( odin ) facts:

your typical english teacher super passionate about her students and what she teaches, the type of teacher that all the students love. adores working with her students and helping them become better writers and grow their interest in literature.

has definitely started writing her own novel but only her roommate knows that it’s in the works. she’ll either write at home after grading papers or go to a cafe in town and write there, hoping to draw inspiration from people around her..

her marriage was one of those where they dated for their senior year of high school and he proposed shortly after graduation. the two of them were married while they were 18, but when they were about 19/20 he passed away due to a work accident. 

really isn’t upset about it, she took her time to grieve her loss and is just thankful for what it’s taught her and how it’s made her a better writer.

now she’s enjoying being young and pretty and single, she’s not an unfamiliar face at some of the bars in town, but she promises it’s only on saturdays. girls just wanna have fun amiright? 

her family is the most painfully basic family, with her sister and herself being the light of their parents lives. the four of them still meet several times a month for dinner and regularly keep in contact as they live their individual lives within beaver creek.

has never cared to leave beaver creek, seeing as she can do everything she wants from right there, and it’s her home.

[mxrqucz]

into the unknown || self para || event 002

to say that gabriel was afraid of the dark was an understatement. he was used to the dark in la. it was a different kind of dark than at the manor. there was literally nothing around about some woods, cliffs and mountains. he wasn’t exactly sure why he agreed to go to the basement with remy but their friend was missing. he needed to be found. with ghosts running around, gabriel wasn’t really sure what else was going to happen. he found himself wanting to know more. he seemed to believe all of this was possible over remy. 

his mind started to wander as he kept his movements steady. he didn’t want to run into anything or injure himself. there was no time limit on what was happening. his immediate reaction once the light was further away was to pull out his phone, shining a bit of light and perception into the mix. he was grateful that his phone was charged, of course. he wasn’t sure how he would continue if it hadn’t. taking a few steps closer, his eyes focused on an object. he could see the faces on the front cover and flipped through it, letting a small smile grace his features as he saw the glory days of the manor and the couple he had heard about recently. the crenshaws. 

the voice behind him suddenly sent shivers down his spine and he seemed to freeze in his own skin. he didn’t know how to react but he felt like he couldn’t move. like something wouldn’t let him move. eyes tried to focus on the figure and his stomach clenched. he saw his life flash before his eyes quickly, praying silently that his death isn’t too terrible. without a beat, he cursed loudly as he felt his entire body being pushed to the opposite side of the room. knocking him against the wall but out of harm’s way with the figure. 

one of his best friends, though, shane was holding off the figure, risking his own life to save gabriel’s. over and over and over. his eyes watched in awe of the scene but his body didn’t know how to react. it wasn’t until he felt the weight of another in his arms that he really knew what happened. gabriel had never seen anyone die, especially not anyone close to him. his best friend that had fought in wars overseas lost his life to a mysterious figure. holding shane against his body, gabriel couldn’t help the sobs that left his mouth. he was heartbroken and terrified. the photo album and his phone thrown somewhere that he couldn’t care to find. 

“REMY!” he screamed, repeatedly, in hopes that his other best friend wasn’t far off. he couldn’t leave shane alone like this. he was never one to abandon someone. even as they lay dead and cold in his arms. 

[redremys]

But soon you’re so distracted with what you’re finding You forget to call. 

This basement? Was warped. As Remy walked through his aisle, glancing over old paintings and odds and ends, he didn’t truly notice the rocking chair for a while. Rather, his focus more occupied with one of the old boxes that sat not too far from it. Poking through it, finding a single flash light in the midst of old wires and an old game console, it’s when he stands does he notice the television.

“Weird.” He whispered as he approached, ready to possibly sit in the chair himself and see if the old thing turned on. But, with every step the chair began to move. Caution now pulsed through his veins as his voice picked up, “Gabe?” He called out, but no answer. Something was happening, he could feel it. “Hello.” Finally, he said as he approached the chair, but still nothing. So before it he sat, taking note of the older gentleman who occupied the chair.

“My man, are you alright?” He asked, finally drawing the attention of the man.

“Hello.” He answered, which, caused Remy to take a slight step back. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever... this is.” Remy said, gesturing to the television which was off.

“Damned thing hasn’t worked in years.” Harold answered, gesturing to the television. “Would you mind taking a look at it for me?”

Remy wasn’t sure what to do, a piece of him saying to up and leave but, the defeated tone of the man’s voice pulled him to the television, looking behind it.

“It’s not plugged in, you never thought to check that?” Remy said, his tone amused as he reached for the cord and plugged it into a near by outlet. 

“Guess I don’t know as much as I thought I did.” The man said, a small smile on his features as he continued to rock in his chair. The television not on yet. It’s then Remy flicked the switch and on the screen nothing but static. “Damn,” Harold said, kicking his foot out to hit the screen. But as he did, it went directly through it.

Now this? Scared the fuck out of Remy.

“Yo man what the fuck,” his tone three octaves above it’s usual tone, “your foot just- fuckin, the screen man what the fuck?” 

“First time you’ve ever seen a ghost?” Harold asked, amused at the other’s reaction. Remy, though, was not as amused as he began to gesture.

“What the fuck- Yes? No, maybe... Not?”

“I’d think not, relax, take a seat. What’s your name, son?”

Remy followed the ghosts instructions with ease, sitting down on one of the crates. Looking at the man confused he genuinely for a second forgot his name. “Jeremy Collins, uh, and yours?”

“Harold Crenshaw, Jeremy is a strong name. Was a contender for our son Anthony but, Idalia loved her little Tony.”

“Fuck off man you’re not Harold,” Remy said, the words falling from his lips more out of surprise than accusation.

“Didn’t your mother teach you to watch your mouth, if my Idalia heard you talking like that, it’d be some hot sauce on the tongue.” Harold said, finger wagging in Remy’s face, though there was a small smile on his features. There wasn’t this strange sensation of misery or fear that Remy would have expected coming face to face with a ghost. Rather, he seemed... lonely, maybe out of touch. 

“She didn’t, but that’s another story. But, what are you doing down here? I mean, really what the f-... heck,” Remy catching himself brought a smile to Harold’s face before he continued, “are you doing here? If I die I hope I can at least go out a little this basement is kind of... nasty.”

“Don’t play with the devil and expect to not be burned, Jeremy.”

“Remy, please,” Remy interjected, just to be ignored.

“Jeremy-” Harold said, almost as a matter of fact, “your friends are looking for a way to keep the lights on, come with me.” The old man lifts his body from the chair but not without struggle. Remy reached out to help, but, it’s then his hands moved through the man.

“Appreciate it,” Harold smiled as he straightened his posture. “But it’s alright, there’s no pain, just a struggle.”

It’s then the old man lead Remy down the aisle, but as they reached the bottom of the steps things were much different. No one was walking through, the color had drained and lights have dimmed. As if the life was sucked out of the house as they headed toward a dark corner. 

Now, though, Harold lifted a box from the ground and revealed a large tote, pulling it out he pulled the lid off revealing a box of lanterns. “Had extra after the tunnels. Don’t take those down, though. These here are important.” Harold said as he pulled one out. Holding it closer to Remy, revealing faint markings carved into the metal.

“Alright what’s that shit there. When they started doing marking shit it meant demons or something, right?” Of course his only knowledge would be from the show he played a role on. Brows knit together as he looked to the man who looked... well, dumbfounded.

“You seem to have all the answers all the time, huh?” Harold asked with a small smirk, then dropped the lamp back into it’s place.

“Yeah, probably, I just mean when people start making all those weird-”

“Shut up, kid. You’re better when you keep your mouth shut. Tell your friends about the lanterns and burn them at night.” Harold rattled off, before his attention was drawn else where. “Aw, shit.”

The man pushed past Remy now, and of course, the faux blond followed. The scene he watched unfold being that of his best friends, holding each other as Shane took his last breath. Remy was quick to try and call out to them, but as he knelt down he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder.

Shane’s hand pulling him back where Remy was quick to stand. 

“What the fuck’s going on,” Remy said, but Shane just shrugged. A small smile on his features before he lightly slapped the side of Remy’s face before taking a couple of steps back.

“You know what’s going on Rem, you gotta stop playing up this act. Why didn’t you come looking for me... At all?” Shane asked with a lopsided grin.

“I didn’t know- I did, I went looking around.” Remy defended, though they both knew the answer. 

“You avoided it. Because you knew I was already gone. Time to wake up from the dream Rem, this isn’t a vacation anymore.” Shane’s words more demanding than lighthearted now as he walked up the steps. “And Jesus Christ, talk to Nate. Stop with your bitchy attitude and butt hurt bullshit. You know he had to have come for more than just to piss you off.”

And like that, Shane was gone. Harold walking up beside him and slinging an arm around his shoulders. “It’s alright kid, ghosts always think they know so much. Don’t know a god damn thing. Lets get you back.”

“Back?” Remy asked, following Harold’s lead as they walked to the rocking chair. Of which, Remy’s body sat. Lifeless, but not dead? He looked like he was asleep. But before Remy could say anything else, Harold sat him down into the chair.

With a sharp and heavy breath, he woke. Standing up from the chair. 

“What the fuck.”

tl;dr // remy is met by harold who takes him over to a corner and shows him lanterns with latin written on them which makes them important and are actually all in the tunnels as well. then remy finds the scene of gabriel holding onto shane who dies. ghost shane calls remy a bitch and to man up before harold puts remy back in his body and out of the veil. of which remy loudly wakes up and yells what the fuck. unsure what is real and what is fake now he’s gonna go find gabriel and shane and be upsetti.

[nscollins]

nate would be lying if he said he didn’t feel some kind of sadness from this funeral they all had. he knew shane, for as long as remy knew him until he was sixteen, which made this a bit more real for him. so what he did now, at this little party everyone called it, was perform. nate had shoved a few things into his jacket, replenishing what he had last used. 

standing at the table he grinned, “for just one smile i can blow your mind.” his hands ribboned the cards from one to the other, turning his usual charm all the way on. “care to accept?”

@manorstart​

[flve-hargreeves]

                         AKA  the  one  where  nova  gets  a  happy  ending  !!

              born  to  victor  and  andrea  gallo,  nova  and  his  twin  sister  were  never  without  love  and  attention  as  they  grew  up.  his  mother  was  still  a  lawyer,  albeit  a  small  town  tax  lawyer  and  his  father  worked  as  an  I.T  systems  manager  at  some  local  company.  they  still  have  more  money  than  sense  but  they  chose  small  town  life  over  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  the  city.   as  such,  both  nova  and  his  sister  were  more  grounded.   less  off  the  rails.   he  finished  high  school  with  decent  grades,  took  courses  at  the  local  community  college,  and  became  a  paramedic  /  first  responder  with  the  local  fire  department.

he  met  his  wife,  sophia,  on  the  job.  there  was  an  instant  attraction,  beyond  just  appreciation  for  having  saved  her  life,  and  while  his  friends  told  him  not  to  date  someone  he’d  worked  on  —  he  never  listened.   from  there  on  out,  they  were  inseparable.   there  was  never  anyone  he  loved  more,  or  felt  a  connection  with,  like  sophia.  

he’s  happily  married  to  sophia  and  they  have  a  son,  noah,  and  a  daughter  on  the  way.  while  he  was  petrified  about  being  a  father  at  first,  the  second  he  laid  eyes  on  his  son  he  was  in  love.   a  kind  of  earth  shattering,  protective  love,  he’d  never  experienced  before.   he  knew,  no  matter  what,  he’d  always  do  whatever  it  took  to  ensure  his  family  was  taken  care  of.

POSSIBLE  CONNECTIONS:

people  that  he  went  to  school  with.  friends  ?  a  ride  or  die  maybe  ?  rivals  ? 

gimme  an  ex-boyfriend.  he  deserves  chaotic  bi  rights.  

co-workers  ?  maybe  firefighters,  or  other  paramedics.  or  if  they  work  at  the  hospital  maybe  he’s  run  into  them  there  ?

friends  from  the  same  parenting  classes  /  groups  ?  he’s  100%  not  ashamed  to  admit  he  goes  to  daddy  and  me  classes.  he  loves  that  shit.   

[gunnsnrses]

Despite the rules written out for those who arrive New rules have been put in place. Every inch of the manor was to be lit up And after finding a backup generator in the garage The guests of the manor were lead to collect things from the basement In hopes to illuminate the space after the lights go out. where is your muse? outside | inside

box after box gets carried up from the basement,

fairy lights,

lamps,

flashlights,

batteries,

extension cords,

All of it, now laid out in the kitchen

for guests to pick through and begin working.

what does your muse work with

decorating | organizing

Working through the items

you place fairy lights into one box,

flash lights into another,

lamps into a third

and extension cords into the last.

It takes a while, but soon, you find you’ve got nothing left to sort.

So back into the basement you go.

In hopes to find more things to sort, that may help.

go to the left | go to the right

Going to the right, you walk down the aisle with relative ease.

Plenty of trinkets and things to look through.

All of them reminiscent of an older woman,

and all the things she may have collected through the years.

A beautiful vanity can be seen,

paintings of the Crenshaw’s, beautiful beaches,

So many things.

And then, on a table beside an old mirror

Sits a tape player.

With a single tape within it.

And beside that, a wind up lamp.

take the tape player | take the lamp & help the others

Tinkering with the tape player

you find it needs four aa batteries

to play a tape marked

#5111780

Placing the batteries in

You hit play,

and over the small speaker a conversation is held.

“Harold we shouldn’t even be having this conversation, what if he wakes up?” “He won’t. I slipped one of your pills into his ice cream.” “You drugged our son?” “That isn’t our son, Idalia.” “Harold,” The woman’s tone hushed and shaky now, “what have we done?” “How were we suppose to know? Cosima said it’d help him. But this isn’t help.” “What are we going to do when she comes back?” “I’m gonna put a bullet in her head.” “Harold,-” “Idalia, I’m serious. That witch brought-” A softer voice can be heard, “Mommy?” “Tony, baby, what are you doing awake?” “I had another nightmare.” “What happened this time?” “Strangers are in the house, and they’re putting up all these christmas lights. but it wasn’t christmas time. Then someone went into the basement. And- And they didn’t know it was standing behind them. They were holding a little box and, this big… shadow was lurking over them. Watching them.”

Listening closely to the recording,

you lift your gaze away from it.

“Then they started looking around, like they knew I was watching them.”

Your eyes settle on a little boy, standing in the doorway watching.

“They look so scared, and the shadow, it reaches out to-”

A cold breeze is felt by your arm.

and you drop the tapes from your hand.

“It reaches out to-” repeats over and over.

The words becoming distorted until you quickly turn off the recording,

and pull the tape from it’s place.

The cassette player eating the tape.

tell the others what you’ve found.