DATE: October 29thTIME: 11:37 AMLOCATION: Hotel Emelia, back offices“You cannot be serious?”“Have we

DATE: October 29thTIME: 11:37 AMLOCATION: Hotel Emelia, back offices“You cannot be serious?”“Have we ever been known to joke, Cosimo?” Hecate pulls at the cuff of their collared shirt, straightening out the sleeve as they cross one leg over the other, mimosa clutched between manicured fingertips. A sip is taken, long and drawn out, a play for power before two individuals who bow to no one, man or god.“What do you hope to accomplish by bringing this back? It’ll be anarchy. The streets filled with debauchery and carnage. Please, Circe, you must do something,” pleads Damiano, looking to all three of their faces before turning away in a huff.“I am,” another voice rings out, softer but no less firm. “I support this decision. It’s what is needed. Your people have suffered enough, have they not?” They step out from behind the desk, stride closer to the Montague who dares to question the law laid out before him—as if that was ever an option. “And with no culprit to place the crimes upon, do we not owe them something? A way to grieve, to heal.”“Not like this!” Damiano shouts back, spittle flying from his mouth in the heat of the moment, anger licking up the sides of his throat as he tows the line between respectful subordination and vicious treachery. “More loss, that’s all this will bring.” He rubs at his jaw, all the ways this could go wrong playing through his mind on a loop until he’s forced to voice his concerns once more. “You give them too much rope, and they’ll hang themselves.”“I’m counting on it,” quips Cosimo, something dark alight within his gaze as he sparks the end of his cigar to life, taking a few puffs before continuing on. “My people know better.”“We’ll see.” A third voice emerges from behind a chair, pointed toward the roaring fireplace, facing away from the rest of the room.“We will,” Circe replies, the line their lips set in curling up ever-so-slightly, bemused at Medea’s confidence. “When the sun rises, we will see who is left.”Citizens of Verona,You are cordially invited to La Purga.For the next twenty-four hours, starting at 11PM on October 30th and lasting until 11PM on October 31st, all crime will be legal. No punishment will follow, no arrests or retribution. Decide what is important to you, what matters when consequence does not. Whether you wish to release the beasts you carry within and extract every bit of carnage afforded on this night is entirely up to you, but choose wisely. Think carefully.Tread lightly, loudly, or not at all. The choice is yours.Following the commencement of the newly reinstated Festival di Caos, there will be an effigy of vice lit and sent out to sail atop the Adige as a memorial of all sins shed. It will be ignited promptly when the clock strikes twelve, burned, and turned to ash, as will the violence bred on this night. We will greet the dawn as peace is returned—to stay.Purge yourselves, Verona, for you may not get the chance again.– The WitchesDATE: October 30thTIME: 10:57 PMLOCATION: Hotel Emelia, front steps“Welcome,” they say in unison, Circe clasping their hands together as Medea and Hecate descend the steps first, dresses of gold and silver trailing behind them in a shimmer of fabric against stone in the moonlight above. “You all know why you’re here tonight.”They’re calm, collected as they button their bronze dinner jacket and follow after, speaking solely now to the crowd of Veronans filling the street before the Hotel. They straggle out at the edges, some pulling shorter citizens up onto nearby statue platforms or lifting them onto broad shoulders for a better glance; but a hush falls upon them once the witches begin to address them.“They do,” Medea hums, folding their hands as they come to rest at the base of the steps, delight pricking along their arms at the anticipation of what’s to come.“Twenty-four hours,” Hecate reminds them, eyes narrowing among the faces, stopping ever so briefly among those they know to be true beasts of burden, the vile and utterly wretched, hidden among those angels who only ever dream of dipping their toes into the forbidden. Tonight’s their night, they think silently, casting a look over their shoulder toward Circe as they emerge into view beside them. Will they survive?A glint of silver catches the eyes of all, pulled from the waistband of a witch, the barrel of a gun now caressed tenderly by knowing fingertips. Medea can’t help but smile as people start to reach up toward their ears, a hundred fingers jammed inside to cover the heinous sound about to erupt from Circe’s pull of the trigger. They know it to only be the sound of hope, though. The sweet symphony of the storm reaching its greatest height, dawn budding on the line of the horizon, a gleam of light through the darkness.Hecate reaches out for the hands of their siblings as Circe raises an arm in the air.Three heartbeats—BANG.“Good luck,” they say in unison again.You’re going to need it.FESTIVITIES:The Dark Lady — Courtesy of the Capulets and the generous Madame of the Dark Lady, MONA CHEN has opened the doors of the Devil’s humble abode to offer up the normally quite expensive time and services of her ever seductive Sparrows free of charge. One time only. But be wary, as usual, for her little birds are the best at collecting secrets in this city and what better way to extract the only currency worth anything in Verona than when all guards are down and debauchery lines the streets. Spot them donned in celebratory red, some wearing black feathers, some hiding their faces behind masks to play coy, some choosing to shed every piece of clothing and bear themselves to the world. Seek them out at your own risk or avoid them to play it safe—but they are here, they are roaming, and they are indulging just as much as you.Costa Automotive — Likening himself to a prophet of chaos, DOMINIC COSTA swings open the garage doors of his dealership with a toothy, pearly white grin, no doubt those canines of his sharp enough to tear out the throat of those who’d cross him, but he seems in a rather good mood today. As fast as he is furious, he lends his top vehicles out to the streets for some good old fashion racing, taking bets at a makeshift counter inside a tent in the parking lot. Keys are offered as soon as the money is handed over and winners are paid out at the finish line. Ever the salesman though, he extends the very generous offer of ten thousand euros off the asking price to those who wish to purchase the pristine Jaguar or immaculate Lamborghini just driven to victory. It could be the liquor talking or the way his eyes never leave HAZEL DYMON’s as she leans over the hood of a car, fixing it after some idiot had tried to sabotage a race by cutting a transmission line. Thank her for the distraction; you just saved a grand on that bet when he wasn’t paying attention.To Tame A Soup — Upon Damiano’s begrudging insistence, ROMAN MONTAGUE has ordered the doors of his philanthropic sanctuary be opened, food be made in troves, and beverages made bottomless. Tables line the street in front of it, set up with candles and the finest of place settings, roped off so as to give the non-paying patrons some relief from the hustle and bustle of the festival for a meal, or drinks, or both. Daily volunteers have been called upon to serve as waiters and waitresses, bartenders and chefs, paid greatly at the expense of the Montagues. A small price to pay to feed the hungry sinners, Damiano had said to his son, his own reluctance suffocating the words, but Roman doesn’t push further, assigns PIETRO BERNARDI with the task of running the safe haven for the 24 hours required by the witches. The cost is small, the favor not one too grand for the Montagues nor the people Roman has put in place  to deny, but how much longer are they to pay for the sins of their enemy? Father and son ask themselves this as they sit in silence.Bianchi Shooting Gallery — A favorite place to many a mob member, GABRIELE BIANCHI has graciously swung open his doors, unlocked his glass cases containing all his most precious weapons and offered them up for free, if you can believe it. To be rented as long as a name is provided, they are yours for the next 24 hours as well as fifty bullets on the house. True courtesy of TAMURA CHIKO, Cosimo’s latest weapon specialist turned one-time enforcer, just for this occasion. That’s for you, he’d said, handing over nearly ten thousand euros. Don’t give it to him, make him. They obliged because the money was good and the guns looked fun. Loyalty can no longer be bought from the soldier who’s been wrung dry of it, but a stack like that would fetch a whole lotta bullets, wouldn’t it? So a barrel to his temple, they put. Threats they delivered and fear they sowed. The guns are yours now, use them well. Measure by Measure — It’s a call he’s made a hundred times and ORPHEUS AHULANI is always more than happy to oblige, more than willing to bring his band of brothers from the depths of Verona’s underbelly and into its streets. Tear them apart, Cosimo often says. Show them what we’re made of. And he does so with such vigor, follows orders with such perfect precision, a natural, god-given proficiency for executing violence with the swing of his fists. And the same goes for his men. The people who are drawn to his little pocket of chaos beneath the Earth. But today—tonight—they take to the streets. They throw punches at anyone who looks good, toss an elbow into the ribs of those who don’t. Their leader takes the bests, a wad of cash in his greedy palm as he walks behind the brawl that’s just been sanctioned on Via del Minatore. Winner takes all, minus his cut of course. JACQUELINE LÉMIEUX, his right hand brute, is always more than happy to show you how he settles disputes if you dare to try and deny him what he’s earned by giving you the right to indulge your demons.OVERVIEW:  Welcome to The Purge, folks! Brought to you by three very stoically optimistic witches and two begrudging mob bosses. It is a deal made behind closed doors, fostered forth because one side has suffered and the other has not, though should they? Evidence remains elusive still but the pain festers, the retribution curdling like old milk within the bellies of those who ache to see revenge flourish by their hand. This event is for them, for all of you, for those who wish to swim in a lake of fire without getting burned, for the ones who wish to turn their back on God but for a moment—we promise he won’t see. Please keep all interactions within the 24 hours of 11PM on October 30th and 11PM on October 31st! There are many dark corners for your character to find sanctuary in if you don’t think they would participate in the shenanigans, but remember this is their only chance! Tonight is the night to do what they would never do otherwise, all monstrous acts forgotten and forgiven once that effigy is lit at midnight.We have a few new faces coming into view as well, some who will be introduced sooner rather than later perhaps, but most will remain elusive for a bit, choosing to stay on the outskirts of this mob—for now. Mona Chen is also known as Queen Mab. Tamura Chiko is also known as Julius Caesar. Dominic Costa is also known as Leontes. Hazel Dymon is also known as Hermione. Feel free to use them as NPCs in any of your threads for this event, within reason of course. They are not to be harmed by our hellions—yet. Other notable NPCs are: Pietro Bernardi, Jacqueline Lémieux, and Gabriele Bianchi. Use them how you see fit as well, but again no hurting them!TASK: There is no true set task for this event, just to have fun and enjoy, but we’d love to see any inspiration, self paras you come up with, threads you start, etc! Maybe you have a specific outfit in mind for your character or want to share ideas for what you think the city would look like all done up for this party of chaos. But remember to tag threads for this event as #diveronapurge and/or #diveronaevent.   -- source link

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