#pre plot drop

[carmenabalos]

WHO: Troy Windsor @troywindsor LOCATION: The deck

Carmen would be lying if she said she wasn't now more fascinated by the man she had slept with only to have him show up for a meeting seeking help from Echo. What were the chances that he turned out to not only come to her for help, but then ended up being the Attorney General. What were the chances indeed. But he had sparked some interest in her attention due to the highly unlikely situation. She wasn't sure what the taste was for the Network to throw such a lavish event in the wake of their supposed allies losing such vital members but she still was working the crowd for their own advantage. It shouldn't have been too surprising to see him through the crowd, but it still was another instance of their paths crossing. Carmen approached him, grabbing two glasses from a passing waiter and held one out when she got to him. "Careful now, if you smile too much someone might think you are actually having a good time." She teased.

[mcdamemystic]

"Hey, Boberto! I thought it just got cooler in here. C'mon, pull up a chair. Hope you don't mind but I got started on the Sal's Special without you. Need to stay jacked to fight off all these ghosts," she added very seriously (but also like, not). "What's the word, Hummingbird?" @robbie-wilson-ltd

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @islahvnt WHEN: PRE-PLOT DROP. MINUTES BEFORE VIDEO RELEASE. WHERE: Outside a damn closet. Berkeley Estate.

He shouldn't have been looking for her.

Olivier had told himself only five minutes before he returned back to his date before he let her go altogether. He'd successfully dodged Thomas all night, even if their eyes had connected once across the room; familiar dread cooling his firey stomach.

Still, he found himself leaning against a wall, watching when he caught sight of her walking: he wasn't sure if Isla had seen him, hand snaking out to grab her upper arm.

"Over here," his head gesturing away from a crowd.

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @sofia-borbon)

“You don’t know this song? It was everywhere back in the early 2000s!” Nico said with a grin. He kind of recognized her from the cafe, and he waved at her despite her being in front of him. “I’m flying high! I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky!” He laughed. “That’s another song. You know that one?”

[declanxbell]

Yacht Party with Nastassia Ajamien @stassiajemain

Only a couple of hours in and Declan was already feeling overwhelmed. Whether it was an overwhelming sense of imposter syndrome or the knowledge that he'd dabbled in this world enough he was part of it, he didn't know. What he did know was that he needed to find somewhere, anywhere quiet. The first room he tried was somehow noisier than the deck had been and the second not much better. He had hoped it'd be third time lucky and the room had looked clear enough that he'd walked in and breathed a sigh of relief, only to see that he wasn't as alone as he'd first thought. "Sorry, thought there wouldn't be anyone else in here." Though he supposed that he should have known better with a party that size, no matter how big the vessel every room would be occupied.

[zeinaxsyedkerr]

Yacht Party with Vince Schwarz @vinceschwarz

Despite being on a yacht in the middle of the ocean she couldn't resist the urge to fall into her usual roll of host. Not in the true sense of the word maybe but she still found herself wanting to look after the same people she'd usually cook for. Having spotted Vince earlier she set about putting together a plate, selecting the flavours she felt confident he would like. She'd cooked for him enough times she was fairly certain she knew his taste. With laden plate careful balanced she slowly manoeuvred her way through the crowd, careful not to drop any of her painstakingly gathered offering as she did her best to dodge the more avid party-goers. Through patience and perseverance she made it back to where she'd seen Vince, holding the plate out towards him. "I picked out all the best ones."

[endlessreruns]

"You think I'm slick?" Maverick raised a brow of his own back at Sol. "Can't say I've ever thought of myself as that before or had anyone describe me that way either."

He smiles as he hears the other give a soft laugh in response to something. "Maybe I will. You could always come over to mine and get your hands dirty there too. I've got plenty of projects." Maverick wasn't sure what he'd be doing later, but he wasn't the type to rule anything out. "I wasn't planning on going all out with an outfit, but the lure of free drinks might get me there so...maybe."

Sol met Maverick's question with a gentle exhale, brows slightly furrowed in his own confusion.

"...I just mean... The charming, slick thing you got goin' on... -- You have to know..." Sol was sure Maverick could have whoever they wanted eating out of the palm of their hand. It was something about the Superman curl, or his kind brown eyes, or his smile. He had a nice smile.

"...I have, yeah. I'll keep you updated on it. Maybe you can come out when we start to paint and get your hands dirty..." A soft laugh, "-- No. I don't think that's bitchy. I think you have a promising career as an art critic." Sol's thoughts were interrupted by what he thought was a low rumble. But maybe it was nothing. "...Will I see you at the dance hall later?"

[ameriecelestino]

[morninkim]

As a show of good faith toward the remaining Decepticons at the beginning of a new, united Cybertron, newly appointed Senators Bumblebee and Soundwave allowed Shatter and Dropkick to enlist into Autobot City's Defense Team.

These two turned out to be... not the best choices.

The city may have fallen to Insurgent Decepticon occupation had it not been for young recruits Hot Rod and Arcee's accidental interception of Shatter's communication with the fugitive Starscream.

To replace the errant Defense Team members, Springer and Blurr were reassigned from Iacon to Autobot City in their stead.

[jakehowells]

Jake wasn't sure whose desk they'd knocked everything off but it was too late to fix it now. Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last. Of all things that had happened under the dome, this was the last one he'd have predicted. Not that he was complaining. Faith Hunter was gorgeous, smart and she could still tear anyone down without breaking a sweat. It was hot. Plus, she begrudgingly laughed at his goofy jokes. Everything you could want in a super casual situationship, right?

"Mm-," he started, when they finally parted, "So, you're heading up top tonight? Pretty big stuff." @faith-hunter-hih

[bcckmcskcd]

"That's sort of the role of an older brother, is it not?" Lance quirked an eyebrow, a smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry though - the last thing I need is to incur the wrath of Cole - or her suddenly very interested in my sudden switch from straight to bisexual over a guy she likes." He paused for a moment. "Someone she likes." A quick self correction before nodding. "Yes, yes. I can dance with one person. Maybe I'll even go big and ask two different people to dance."

END

Isaak scoffed and knocked their shoulder into Lance's, even if they were grinning. "Dude, I'm here complimenting you, and you're planning my death. I trained her as a butcher, you can't be out here throwing out things like that." At the soft look they shrugged and this time squeezed Lance's arm, "Like I said, you seem like a chill dude, don't worry so much." Grabbing the drinks that had arrived for themselves and Dawson they gave Lance a nod, "Try and at least ask one person to dance today, yeah?"

[aphel1on]

kind of funny thing when i'm writing trans scaramouche (which is always. just doesn't always actually come up) is that i can't get him to call himself a "man" bc he has too much of a chip on his shoulder abt not being human which he feels like is necessarily implied by the word "man" and well he certainly isn't going to call himself a "boy" bc he has ANOTHER chip on his shoulder about being created to look eternally 16

so if his gender ever comes into question he's just like "I'm Male." and i'm like dude you sound like an incel.

luckily no one in teyvat knows what that is

[luv-again]

620 words today ! isn't the best start but it's definitely good considering i'm slow as all fuck to write anything. got the rest of this prompt/day's chapter blocked out so by the time i sit down again tomorrow hopefully things will just flow on smoothly. i love blocking that shit saves me most days ;-;

[petrificusx]

setting: st mungo’s, blishwick wing opening celebrationfeaturing: corban yaxley & dolores umbridge @apparitixns

If Corban spot a familiar face in the crowd, he would instantly find himself drawn to them. It offered a reprieve in the midst of all the fake niceties and immaculate acting he was doing for his part while mingling with the crowd. So the moment he saw Dolores in the crowd, he knew it would be the perfect moment to take a break from others and to approach a friend. “Dolores, how good it is to see you,” he said smoothly, crossing towards her. “How are things holding over at your Department? You’re the Head of the Department of Improper Use of Magic, right?” He let out the softest sigh, “You know somedays I almost miss my time in that office. Almost. But I’m sure you’ve got it more whipped into shape.” It could have sounded like mockery but it was an actual sincere compliment from Corban. As he grabbed a champagne flute off a passing tray, he raised a brow in her direction. “Seen anything interesting lately, or has it just been reprimanding underage wizards?”

[antondevlaux]

The kiss turned Anton Devlaux into a statue, body freezing, every muscle locking into place except his lips which, through shock, responded even if it was only brief. Momentary. Gone just a second later — staring at her before he had to bite down the laughter that threatened to burst out of him. "Every desire, huh? That's a lot of expectation to put on a single man."

And while many people loved a challenge, not Anton. Nah, he wanted the quiet, he wanted to be left alone.

And just like that, Elaine was gone from sight completely, and he was free.

"A Narbo? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?" He fell into step beside her, hands digging into his pockets, while his long strides matched her shorter ones — even if already had the urge to tell Vivienne to walk faster. "And for the record, it's not about playing a knight in shining armor, as you call it. I mean...It's about... I don't know, not being a complete asshole?" which, noted, he'd never been very good at. It wasn't like he actively tried (not always, at least). "Complete asshole or not, I let her think she had a chance. That’s on me. But...I mean, come on, she's not exactly subtle, is she? I should've run while I had the chance."

He grunted, knowing she was technically right, but unwilling to admit it. The distant sounds of children laughing and adults screaming on the rides filling the space as they got closer. Anton rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. "Right, sorry, uh? Vivienne." looking away from the Love Tunnel with an arch of a bushy brow. This woman was...something else. One minute her lips had been on his, she'd berated him for his choices, and now she was taking him away from hell: he'd have to find a way to thank her.

The rollercoaster loomed ahead, all the more thrilling—or terrifying, depending on one’s perspective. At least it didn't have any fucking pigeons, because funnily enough, that was where he drew the line. Witches? Fine, hated them too, but pigeons? Mortal, or immortal fucking enemy.

Anton couldn’t deny the infectious nature of her enthusiasm, even if rollercoasters weren’t exactly his thing. “You know,” leaning against the metal railing, “if you’re trying to scare me to death, there are easier ways.” A hint of humor lacing that otherwise monotonous voice. One thing he did know was that Vivienne was the kind of woman to keep a man of their toes, and enough fear of losing her that they'd never make a move to give her reason too.

Which meant she was dangerous. Little did he know the actual danger that lay behind beautiful eyes.

The line moved quickly, and soon they were seated in the front car, strapping themselves in with a cord that looked like one pull too much and it might break, the safety bar pressing down on their laps. Enough to have him settle. Taking a slowed minute, Anton glanced at Vivienne. "Ready?"

Elaine, Elaine, Elaine...

So naïve, so... Mundane... And that voice? That poor thing saw no love; not from above and certainly not from below. If she had any heart in her, perhaps she'd have felt bad for the woman, alas, Vivienne was so much better than that. Besides, Elaine certainly didn't deserve anything, except perhaps a one-way ticket to reality.

She could consider it a gift from Vivienne for that dirty look she threw.

"We go way back?" The witch pouted at Anton, pretending to care for whatever it was he called them. "This is exactly why girls like that think they can steal you away from me." Another pout, before she fisted his shirt in her hand and pulled him closer, brushing her lips gently against his. "You promised me, so I hope you're going to fulfill my every desire."

She very much doubted that, of course. If anything, Anton felt like he was a scaredy-cat at the best of times. Though today seemed to be proving there was yet some potential to see. Vivienne kissed him for just a little bit longer, watching as Elaina disappeared within the crowds and only then did she separate.

Anton still needed some work, for sure.

"If you were a better man, you wouldn't need saving." She said, rolling her eyes. "What are you trying to play here? You say yes only to dread it later? Everyone one knows about Elaine. Stop trying to play a knight in shining armour, Tony." Instead of going towards the Love Tunnel, Viv started to head towards the new rollercoaster. That was more fun for now, and she wanted to keep the Love Boats for the special ones.

She turned to see that Anton was still where she had left him a few seconds ago, so with a grunt she walked back, hooked her finger on the back of his shirt and once again steered him in the correct direction. "You'd like it if you were in love, too. You're such a narbo."

[theskoomacat]

before i start commenting on Silo, i have to share a joke (that sounds better in russian but whatever) that comes to my mind every time i watch this kind of stuff. a family finds a magic lamp and summons the jinn. it announces that the family has three wishes. the daughter immediately screams: "I WANT A HAMSTER!!!", but the father immediately cuts her off: "Fuck the hamster"*. after several horrified seconds he goes: "STOP FUCKING THE HAMSTER"

so like. the thing about Silo s2 is that almost immediately we know exactly what is going to be happening over the next 10 episodes. the rebellion is a huge Chekhov's Cannon 3000 that has been buzzing menacingly since day one. even before that, because a rebellion is a given in this kind of genre. (i also hate how the silo's residents are presented as just A Mob that is swayed by any wind.) whatever. the second is the fact that juliette has to return - the hamster has to be unfucked after we've spent a full season fucking it. which might have been less frustrating if the filler they had to put in s2 had ANY nutritional value. i didn't care much about the 17's survivors, except for maybe Jimmy bc he was at least weird. the rebellion and the power struggle was just BORING, i've seen that shit dozens of times GOD. the rest of the plot is people discovering who's puppeteering the puppeteers - and that stuff is also unsurprising and unexciting. omg i am the Algorithm / guy with a button that can poison everyone, and i'm here to make the entire plot empty by existing. this show failed to give me something original, something unexpected, something with more complicated morality than a Fallout 4 quest. the only thing i can compliment is acting and the sets, but frankly The Foundation (don't ask me why they are comparable in my head) beats it in the latter department.

and there are some things that are simply frustrating. why does everyone focus on the recording of the fake outside when they could clearly see people go out and immediately die? why did the founders even install the fake outside? to make people clean? it's like the founders hung the stability of the silo on the simple act of cleaning the lens and then twisted everything to make people clean them while at the same time putting everyone in danger by lying. the only way i can explain it logicially is if it's all really a huge experiment (groundbreaking) and them's just the rules. you know what i'm too sleepy to remember what else pissed me off but it all just seems like if it is an experiment, it's boring, and if it's not, it's *Spock voice* illogical

anyway. i'm not sure i want to rate this less than From, they had their different good sides, but i truly was scrolling through huge chunks of s2, so that cannot be a good recommendation