After the beautiful gala held by Thistle and Abyss came to an end, the weather began to change outside. Snow began to filter in and drape itself over the trees and bushes, overlaying the sidewalks and any trails made by Oasis to deliver goods. At first everything appeared to be a winter wonderland, a nice chill to aid in bundled blankets and fluffy coats, but the longer the snow began to pile up the more anxious the atmosphere within the manor began to get. The staff tried to keep those trails clear, but the longer the hours went on, the more the bite outside began to make those same folks feverish with sickness.
Anyone who had a brain refused to leave the manor doors.
All staff members and tenants appear to be locked inside the manor for the sake of some warmth. The Grave Diggers are struggling with bodies piling up in unmarked rooms, Ranchers and Gardening Staff are stuck indoors with the Lighthouse Attendants, Shopkeepers are unable to get deliveries to replace stock outside of the last drop of pets from Oasis. It appears all litters have been purchased or went home with new owners at least, but alas a few stragglers have been left in Willow’s shop wishing for someone to take them home..
The bar was often either a calm and easy time away from life’s troubles or a fast and furious life of indulgence and vices. Arsenic was more than happy to provide either environment to those that wished for it… What he did not fucking appreciate was when either were disrupted by what he deemed as ‘bullshit.’
It was another time at the bar, patrons happily enjoying drinks and talking about their ventures after the gala. Honestly, the Lead Bartender was happy to just hear the gossip. Polishing glasses with his unbandaged hands, Arsenic seemed to be content in the now continued mundanity of the bar. That is until it was disrupted by an almost impossible loud cacophony of noises. Sawing, buzzing, scratching, banging... All coming from somewhere below him. Arsenic got flustered and jumped at the sudden assault to the senses.
“What the fU-” The noises assaulted his ears again, and he was fuming as he grabbed a broom and slammed the handle onto the floor. “Will you SHUT THE FUCK UP!?” The usually chill bartender cried out, startled and irritated.
This went on the next day, and Arsenic could feel his patience thin out. The noise had gone on all night leaving him pissed and exhausted. Enough so that when Weston approached him with a request, he almost told him to fuck off but reeled his emotions back in. Not one to usually call for any type of gathering (well for anything other than drinks) the Bar Lead called for the attention of those that heeded the call. Let’s get this over with…
“Thanks for coming ladies, Gents and everyone in between. I was asked by the big daddy himself to make… a bit of a somber announcement. As you know, one of our lovely leads cooked up that it was a hot idea to pit you all against each other and decide the fate of two of our lovely staff here.” He stopped, trying to think of how to word this, his shoulders slumping a bit.
“I regret to inform you that…Taylor…didn’t make it. All Gardeners will have to report to York from now on. I’m…really sorry to ‘bout that…gonna miss them.” He looked off to the side, nose scrunched and brow furrowed. So needless and to someone who never deserved it. How people could do so was….gross. There was a moment of silence for Taylor, even for the sounds that once played beneath them, but there was one more thing he needed to address.
“There is one more thing. Now some of y'all may have noticed the, quite frankly, super irritating noise that’s been going on the past couple a’ days. I wanna find out what’s been making such a racket and tell it to pipe down a bit. However, I might need the help of a few different cool cats here to find out where it’s comin’ from. So I need some volunteers to take a peek with me. You in or out?”
Welcome to the Blinding Lights Mini-Event!
This event will be active between January 8th to January 31st!
Hello! Welcome to January’s Mini-Event! This will run as an NPC Interaction. At the end of the rp, The Manor will receive a new Location for all to enjoy! Please keep an eye out in the discord under #rp-request for the rules and requirements for this new experience!
PROMPT REQUIREMENTS: Requirements: x1 Halfbody or 200 Words
Draw or write about your tenant stepping inside the new casino or interacting with dear Raise and Fold.
Your tenant must have access to the basement to complete this prompt.
Need some ideas? This is a large area with plenty of space for activities and gambling shenanigans: play some card games, drown themselves in the coin machines, compliment the sights with dear Raise and Fold!
This prompt can be completed 1 time per character.