#portum:plot004

[etherealys]

࣭ ⭑ ୧ STARTER open to everyone ! ࣭ ⭑ ୧ STATUS open for replies ! ࣭ ⭑ ୧ TIME & PLACE 0830 & in front of teddy's house

bedhead still in effect after  only  brushing  their  teeth ,  washing  their  face  and  changing  into  a  more  respectable  shirt  and  hoodie  combo  to  start their work day off in ,  teddy felt a lot more . . . sluggish ? than normal . of course , that could be because they (once again) didn't get as much sleep as they should have , opting to ignore it just up until they finally locked the door to their house , ready to teleport away and . . . nothing . they couldn't . as if they were overcame with a whirlwind of tiredness they've never encountered before , they missed a step on their front porch , grappling onto the railing for dear life . — “ what the fuck ? ” — they mumble to themselves , pushing themselves back upright , uncaring of the looks they could be receiving just then .

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter with laon @daluy0ng where: Laon's house

Skylar didn't do sleepovers. She didn't do the morning after and she most certainly didn't do... breakfast. She was usually the sneak out the back door before the sun comes up type. No one could really blame her for that. Especially after the disaster that was her last relationship. The idea of forming attachments seemed to make her skin crawl now. She couldn't do that again.

But there was something about Laon that made her want to break all the rules she'd inflicted upon herself. She wanted to stay in bed and kiss Laon's neck. She wanted to cuddle and be big spoon — while breathing in Laon's shampoo scent. The first time she had stayed over, the sleeping over part had been an accident. This time? Well, she'd already slept over once. What was the harm in doing it again?

"What smells so good?" Skylar wondered, having snuck up behind Laon as she cooked. The savory sweet smell of breakfast had drawn the wolf out of bed — and now she was nuzzling her nose into the back of Laon's neck. It wasn't any kind of breakfast Skylar was used to. But it certainly smelled good and anyone who knew Sky for more than five minutes knew that she was ruled by her stomach.

[irigy]

closed . @daluy0ng location: outside station thirteen

This sucked. Really fucking sucked. The mere thought of sleep was freaking him out, the dreams, or more like nightmares he got were messing with him, and every time he opened his mouth he couldn't control his volume. He even broke one of his favorite mugs! Which was why he resorted to signing instead of speaking for the time being, thankful for his dad to have taught him. He was outside the station, having nothing to do at work (for now), sitting on a chair and soaking up all the sun he could now that the clouds cleared up, when he saw Laon walking by, and he quickly waved her down, signing: Hey, what's up? Are your powers fucked up too?

[portumhq]

                           …  april  26th,  2025  .

is  that  sunshine  on  the  horizon ?  a  golden  hue  blanched  portum  in  yellow  light.  the  fog  started  to  thin,  and  the  grass  began  to  come  alive  with  bursts  of  pale  pink.  the  grey  and  dreary  sky  grew  paler,  and  if  you  squinted  at  just  the  right  angle  it  almost  looked  blue  …  at  least,  that  was  what  aldrich  nair  had  thought  as  he  walked  down  the  promenade  that  springtime  morning.  he  had  lived  long  enough  to  see  the  rise  of  man  and  the  fall  of  it,  an  aged  dragon  with  seven  centuries  beneath  his  scales.  out  of  nowhere,  his  palms  started  to  pulse.

        …  what is this feeling ?

he  stopped  and  stared  down  at  his  hands.  the  fire  that  he  expected  —  at  the  ends  of  his  fingers,  from  the  indentations  in  his  palm  —  almost  boiled  from  inside,  unprompted.  instead  of  being  showered  in  flame,  jets  of  water  burst  from  his  hands  like  a  broken  pipe.  it  gushed  down  onto  the  cobbles,  soaked  the  front  of  his  trousers,  leaving  him  standing  in  a  puddle  of  his  own  making.  violently,  then,  water  came  from  his  throat  in  short  bursts  ;  he  clutched  his  stomach  as  it  drained  out  of  him  wherever  there  had  once  been  flame.  and  down  the  street,  dahlia  apeldoorn  was  walking  with  her  headphones  firmly  in  their  ears,  oblivious.  they  stepped  up  onto  the  curb,  and  almost  instantly  the  nymph  whirled  upwards  into  the  air,  carried  on  an  invisible  gust  of  wind.  she  was  whipped  in  a  circle  before  being  lowered  back  to  the  ground,  falling  to  her  knees,  a  trembling  mess. 

        …  “ this has never happened before, ” she choked. “ something strange is coming.  ”

all  across  the  town,  powers  started  to  take  on  a  mind  of  their  own.  werewolves  started  to  bark  despite  being  weeks  away  from  a  full  moon,  vampires  lost  control  entirely,  and  ghosts  phased  in  and  out  like  faulty  projections.  banshees  went  quiet,  nymphs  recoiled  at  the  sight  of  wildlife,  mermaids  became  caught  somewhere  between  human  and  fish  …   

        …  and portum was thrust into a total loss of control.

TL;DR  +  IC  INFORMATION.

things  are  getting  freaky  in  portum !  powers  and  abilities  have  become  unpredictable,  uncontrollable,  and  even  those  with  a  handle  on  their  gifts  have  been  struggling  to  keep  ahold  of  them.  this  can  have  serious  consequences  or  can  just  be  a  bit  of  fun  to  mix  things  up  in  your  character’s  lives.  please  check  this  page  for  examples  of  what  your  characters  might  experience  over  the  following  weeks.

OOC  INFORMATION.

start  date   :   april  26th.

some  plot / thread  ideas   :   you  can  have  your  character  experiencing  or  witnessing  loss  of  control,  helping  others  with  their  struggle,  or  even  running  (  or  trying  to  run  )  away  from  it.  as  long  as  it  doesn’t  turn  into  godmodding  or  power - playing,  everything  is  allowed  !  go  as  crazy,  as  hilarious,  or as  angsty  as  you  want. 

you  can  tag  your  starters  with  #portum:plot004.

starting  now,  you  can  post  open  starters  or  plot  threads  for  closed  ones  !   previous  threads  do  not  have  to  be  paused  or  dropped,  but  please  prioritize  plot  drop  threads.

if  you  have  any  doubts  or  concerns,  the  inbox,  ims  +  questions  channel  are  always  available.

have  fun  !

[m8triarchs]

lithe  fingers  glided  across  the  keys  with  the  precision  and  skill  of  a  virtuoso .  then  again ,  one  would  expect  nothing  less  from  someone  with  a  couple  centuries  of  experience  up  their  sleeves .  a  wrong  note  struck  and  the  entire  melody  came  to  an  abrupt  halt  –  the  baroness  did  not  make  mistakes  and  yet  here  she  was  ,  glaring  at  the  piano  as  though  the  blame  fell  upon  the  instrument .  ❛    this  is  not  a  good  time .   ❜   the  person  did  not  need  to  be  seen  to  be  sensed .  genevieve  need  not  a  witness  to  her  faux - pas ,  there  had  been  too  many  of  those  recently .  anger   -  no ,  rage  -  boiled  within  ...  the  urge  to  feed  once  more  simmering  to  the  surface .  wood  splintered  as  genevieve  closed  the  lid  with  such a  force it took even her by surprise ,   ❛   i ...  i  did  not  mean  for  that  to  happen .   ❜ 

𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍  ...   +  currently uncapped [ open location ]  . 

[fatestln]

⇢ 🌻 STATUS    ﹕ closed. ⇢ 🌻 TAGGING    ﹕ eliana + maren (@scvntillas) ⇢ 🌻 LOCATION   ﹕ outside of ellie and skylar's house.

ellie’s   fingers   had   been   aching   all   day.   at   first,   she   hadn’t   thought   much   of   it.   it   had   started   small.   an   accidental   brush   of   hands   with   a   customer   and   the   guy   flinched   away   like   she’d   burned   him.   then   again,   when   she   handed   off   a   plated   pastry   to   a   coworker,   and   the   girl   she’d   passed   it   off   to   yelped   and   nearly   dropped   it,   eyes   wide   with   confusion.   and   then,   it   kept   happening.   all   day.   now,   eliana   had   her   hand   stuffed   into   her   pockets,   fists   clenched   like   that   might   stop   what   was   happening.   her   shoulders   were   curled   into   herself   as   she   tried   to   avoid   everyone   in   her   path.   she   hadn’t   dared   touch   anyone   in   hours.   her   touch   was   supposed   to   pull   pain   away,   not   cause   it.   never   that.   she   was   rushing   to   make   it   home,   to   lock   herself   in   her   room   until   she   could   figure   out   what   was   happening   when   she   came   to   an   abrupt   stop.   there,   outside   of   her   place,   was   maren   and   ellie   stopped   abruptly,   her   eyes   wide   with   fear.   not   of   her   sister,   not   at   all,   but   for   maren.

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @brazyspirit :   [ oliver ]

                location : jasper & oliver's apartment .

he  had  been  panicking  for  half  an  hour.  now,  it  wasn’t  unlike  jasper  to  spiral  —  in  fact,  it  was  a  likely  place  to  find  them  —  but  the  ragged  nature  of  his  breaths,  the  howling  cries,  were  something  that  were  rarely  heard  outside  of  a  meltdown.  their  lip  wobbled,  they  tugged  at  their  hair,  and  their  eyes  were  streaming  with  tears  as  they  stared  at  their  reflection.  it  was  the  same  as  always  ;  crazed  hair,  pointed  nose,  ruddy  freckled  cheeks  …  and  two  brown  ears  pointing  upwards  out  of  the  top  of  their  head.  there  was  a  knock  at  the  door  and  jasper’s  heart  lurched.  he  spun  and  searched  for  something  to  cover  himself  —  a  hat,  a  blanket,  a  helmet  —  without  seeming  to  remember  that  his  roommate  was  a  ghost.  closed  doors  weren’t  that  much  of  an  obstacle.  “i’m  —  you  can’t  —  you  can’t  come  in ! ”  jasper  sobbed,  “i’m  busy ! ”

[irigy]

closed . @scvntillas location: kiyan's garden uwu

The only two ways they would survive this chaos were with a copious amount of alcohol, and with a company that would easily distract them, with single look even, if needed. Which was why Kiyan was setting his big jug of margarita down on the glass table outside in his garden, waving at Maren who was seemingly having a lot of fun under the sun after all those gloomy weeks before. For a moment, as he watched her, it was almost like nothing was wrong in the world. "Come here, my sweet. Aren't you tired yet?" He poured a drink for himself, leaving it to Maren whether she would want some of the margarita or just juice instead.

[irigy]

closed . @daluy0ng location: on the street

"By all that is unholy, will you just shut the hell up already?" There was a certain whine in their tone that was uncommon from the demon, but they couldn't help it, feeling utterly weak and tired for absolutely no reason, and it didn't help how they could hear their vessel keep pestering them in their mind, begging them to let him go. Kiyan looked up, realizing that he was very much in the middle of the street, seemingly talking to himself, if not regarding others in a rude manner (which wouldn't be too surprising, actually). "Sorry. No, not you, shut up!" He spoke to Lucien, and then once again talked to himself. After an exasperated groan he glanced up at the vampire again. "Don't mind me darling, I'm havin' a bit of a vessel issue..."

[silkeared]

ender  wasn’t  there.  well,  she  was,  but  when  she  looked  at  her  reflection  in  the  shopfront  —  something  she  had  been  admiring  only  a  few  minutes  before  —  she  was  shocked  to  find  that  she  couldn’t  see  herself  at  all.  had  she  finally  passed  on ?  was  she  a  spirit,  severed  from  her  mortal  form  but  still,  somehow,  sentient ?  her  bag  of  shopping  fell  to  the  ground  and  instead  she  was  thrown  into  a  panic,  rushing  through  the  streets,  grabbing  people  by  the  biceps  and  screaming  in  their  faces  to  see  if  they  saw  her.  blank  faces,  bodies  moving  past  her  like  a  sea.  nobody  could  see  her.  nobody  knew  she  was  there.  by  the  time  she  heard  catalina’s  voice,  ender  was  sitting  on  the  curb  with  her  head  in  her  hands.  tears  streamed  down  her  cold  face,  but  when  she  wiped  them  her  hand  moved  right  through  the  cheek  that  had  once  been  solid.  almost  instinctively  she  ignored  the  other,  that  was  until  she  spoke  again  —  directly  at  her.  “you  can  see  me ? ”  ender  sniffed,  suddenly  able  to  wipe  her  nose  with  her  sleeve  after  multiple  failed  attempts,  “i  don’t  …  i  don’t  know  what’s  going  on.”

location: near portum university in honor of the event - no limit!

“Querido dios--!” Catalina did not revert to her native tongue often, but she was shocked by the pain and by the flood of events that had burst the banks of her classroom, flowing out into the hall and carrying her with it. Students were losing control of their magic, in ways big and small, and others were simply as shocked as she was. Or frightened. Or, of course, taking advantage of the situation to flee the classroom. Catalina herself was reeling from a blow to the face, which, frankly, she wasn’t even sure how she had gotten. A cut had opened up over her eye, and for the first time in years, she was bleeding. She managed to get outside, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead, looking around. “What in the name of God is going on?” she asked, her eye happening to alight on a person nearby. 

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @macabr3s :   [ hera ]

                location : hera's home .

his  face  was  like  the  grave.  calahan  was  often  solemn  —  solemn  to  the  point  of  humor  —  but  there  was  nothing  funny  about  the  way  his  jaw  was  set,  about  the  hardness  in  his  brow,  about  the  way  he  walked  through  portum  towards  hera’s  home.  there  was  only  one  person  that  would  understand,  that  would  fight  beside  him  if  the  pillars  started  to  crumble  around  them.  it  was  his  friend,  his  stand - in  older  sister,  and  one  of  the  most  measured  inhabitants  of  the  sanctuary  he  had  come  to  know. because  it  was  no  laughing  matter.  liam  was  in  danger,  kanda  was  in  danger.  calahan  had  let  his  brothers  slip  through  his  fingers  —  had  watched  them  live  their  lives  and  die  of  old  age  from  afar  —  and  he  refused to  lose  the  most  important  people  in  his  life.  not  if  he  could  stop  it. his  ringed  knuckles  rapped  against  the  door.  before  hera  had  even  opened  it  fully,  he  spoke  ;  “can  i  come  in ?  we  need  to  talk.”

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @trucgrit :   [ xavier ]

                location : the old haunt .

that  night,  fletcher  didn’t  care  where  they  went  to  drink  so  long  as  he  had  alcohol  against  his  lips.  he  needed  it,  mourning  the  loss  of  the  flame  that  had  burned  within  him  for  three  decades,  now  reduced  to  a  leak.  the  entirety  of  portum  was  grappling  with  the  change  —  their  normality  flipped  on  its  head,  their  abilities  turned  inside  out  —  and  for  the  evening  all  he  wanted  was  to  drown  the  sorrow,  to  push  away  the  pain  and,  if  he  was  lucky,  throw  a  punch  in  a  back - alley.  “how  are  you  finding  it ? ”  he  asked  over  the  lip  of  his  whiskey  glass,  “dealing  with  …  with  all  of  this ? ”

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @ichvrism :   [ isabelle ]

                location : potion & pentacle .

“fuck  …  shit  …  fuckshit.”  mei  had  never  cared  much  about  her  job.  if  there  was  one  thing  she  thought  she  was  semi - good  at  though,  outside  of  photography,  it  was  knowing  the  names  of  witchy  doohickeys  and  thingamabobs,  helping  the  more  clueless  wizards  —  the  beginners,  the  arcane  amateurs  —  navigate  the  store  and  find  exactly  what  they  wanted.  sunshine  had  been  long  awaited,  but  the  moment  the  rays  peeked  through  the  clouds  portum  had  gone  haywire  ;  nobody  knew  what  was  going  on  and,  somehow,  mei  was  still  expected  to  turn  up  every  day,  put  on  a  brave  face,  and  act  as  though  she  hadn’t  conjured  a  spectral  guinea - pig  that  was  currently  back  at  her  apartment  doing  laps  under  the  fridge.  her  power  was  uncontrollable.  it  was  seething,  it  had  a  mind  of  its  own.  the  moment  the  door  jingled  open  she  jumped,  and  in  one  whoosh  of  her  hand  had  sent  a  potion  bottle  flying  (  and  smashing  )  against  the  wall.  “ughh  …  ”  she  groaned  at  the  wreckage,  “there’s  no  way  i’m  staying  employed  until  the  end  of  the  day  at  this  point,  let  alone  the  week.” 

[fullmoonsky]

Zamir barely looked up at first when they heard the angel's voice. He was visibly distracted, though his amber colored eyes did focus on Hyunwoo once he sensed their distress. His brow furrowed, the cambion rubbing his chin distractedly as he approached the other. "I would never dream of using you." He assured the other, the corners of his lips pulling up in a hint of a smile. His arm outreached for their waist as he pulled them towards his own body. Zamir planted a soft kiss right below Hyunwoo's ear to let him know he was sorry for being away from him. Not exactly necessary. But had he always smelled this appetizing?

He lingered a bit longer than he necessarily meant to. But the cambion eventually drew back so they could focus on the matter at hand. "I suspect this should only be temporary." He started, his expression growing serious again. "That was one of my clients, just now." Their hands slid down Hyunwoo's arms to create distance again, the cambion moving around the room to be seated. "Apparently, you're not the only one with powers on the fritz. There are reports all over town. She came to me for help but I don't see what I can do. I'm only part demon. I'm no genie in a bottle, after all. I have my limits."

The cambion was clearly frustrated, but they were unsettled more than anything. His eyes met with the angel's. Though he himself did not seem to be experiencing the effects of whatever this was, his concern was for Hyunwoo. "There seems to be a relation between the rain...and the fog. And now...this." They sighed, gesturing for the angel to join them on the leather seating that adorned the open study area. Though he would hardly consider himself an optimist, he did find himself wanting to comfort Hyunwoo. "All temporary. As far as I can tell, nothing has changed with me. Do you feel ill?"

closed starter for : zamir patel / @fullmoonsky where : the cambion's apartment.

with the newest portum development, hyunwoo always felt obliged to check on those close to them. maybe it was in the nature of all angels, some protectiveness. or maybe it was all that he'd seen and the fear he had of that trickling into portum. so when he didn't hear back from the cambion, a check in turned into a night over. hyunwoo felt ... different. and not in the good way he usually did after spending time with zamir. no, there was something off about them and after pulling on their tee sht-irt, a hand waves at an attempt to manipulate the aether always existing but gets nothing. ❝ zamir? ❞ they stepped out a few minutes ago, but now the angel was worried, something obviously wrong with him, affected by what was going on. they think of the cambion and only get as far as the living room in a teleport attempt, but hear nothing. still silence and still alone, it seemed. they head out into the hallway and walk down until the other's voice can be heard. and not only his. the angel frowns and moves closer towards zamir's office. it wasn't like they didn't know of their dealings, a demonic trait he had to deal with. but zamir had always used his for beneficial ways — something the angel respected. something about this also felt off, but they wait until the second voice is gone, door shut, and then they walk from the hall into the office. ❝ i was starting to feel a little used, ❞ they tease, but eyes look towards the door and then back at zamir. ❝ i think something is wrong. my powers ... , ❞ he frowns and once again tries to summon some holy force before the part demon, to no avail. ❝ i didn't want to just leave. ❞ they can't even teleport back into the apartment to get their things, and will have to walk. ❝ but i wanted to make sure you were alright. you were gone a while. ❞ not one for jealousy, hyunwoo wouldn't have thought anything of it if things in town hadn't been all out of whack, lately.

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter with adelaide @mystvcs where: in a dream

The thing with dream walking was that every reaper seemed to experience it differently. For Cyrus, dreaming was more of a physical plane than it was a series of thoughts and sensations. Though sleeping was arguably the easiest way to enter a dream, he sometimes entered the dream world through meditation. Only this time... he had done neither. Something was very wrong.

Cyrus could remember working at his desk. He could remember lifting his head to watch the fog finally clear through his open window, peaks of light and sunspots tearing through his vision. He even remembered Paloma, who had rubbed against his leg and hopped up onto the window ledge with a slightly disgruntled meow. And then...well, and then there was darkness.

He walked a familiar corridor — though lined with intricately carved golden doors, it was dimly lit and there seemed to be no end in sight. Behind each door was a dreamer. The deeper one went, the more difficult it would be to wake up. But for a reaper as seasoned as Cyrus, he had little difficulty navigating the dream world. He soon found himself drawn to a particular door and entered with a small bit of hesitation. Only question was, whose dream was this?

[irigy]

closed . @forelsk3t location: pond by the park

He was nursing a huge cup of iced coffee walking around the pond in circles, as the caffeine had given him too much energy too fast, but then again he would rather have the human equivalent to zoomies than be sleepy and miserable. His nightmares have become worse than ever, and going to bed every night seemed like a chore, knowing that he would be spending hours figuring out whether he was having actual visions that would come true or not. Not to mention every time he opened his mouth a scream would come out, his throat feeling raw and itchy all the time, which was why he resorted to signing instead of speaking, even if it was only for a couple of days. He hoped it would only be a couple of days. That was when he bumped into the nymph, nearly spilling the rest of his coffee on her, but he stepped back just in time. Oh shit, my bad! You okay?