Realistic or Modern 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ; your story unfolded.

[miyabi]

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  Murder on the Dancefloor

  
  
  
  

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  OFF WITH THEIR HEADS.

  
  
  
  

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  he moon dragged its claws against darkness, an opening of light illuminating reems of foundries; though the night finds itself far from silent. Neon lights tangle themselves against the bodies of vagrants, the afflicted, night’s sought after faces — it leaves behind the Red Height’s allure. One could hear the thump of bass, the click of heels, the spread of distant murmurs encased by brick walls. And in the center of it all, the Red Heights’ kiss — the Looking Glass.
  
  It holds the remnants of the Queen of Heart’s story, stands to spite Alice and has watched her tumble from grace. Skin against skin, the air stinks of sweat and cigarettes, yet easily dismissed by the club’s liveliness. Heavy, paint chipped doors remain open, sharing the flourishing assortment of sins.
  
  What will you find here? Your mind tells you, and it makes its point: there is only one way to find out.
  
  A crowd’s roar, it’s evident that there must be something exciting; exciting enough to entice. Her voice lulls the crowd to a series of shushes, the quick transition to the evident — now was the time to stare in awe. How the Queen of Hearts grew to thrive, living up to her name as the Queen of the Heights — a better title, it held further value than Wonderland ever could.
  
  There stands a fiery mess of ginger locks, a pale face ornate with intricate details carved by the smallest of brushes, and clothing extravagant yet so revealing. Not a single wandering eye, patrons had been captivated by the smallest of gestures. “I dedicate this night to you, Alice,” she stares longingly into the crowd, sharing short glances that could leave you yearning for more. Her words are seasoned so saccharine-sweet, and yet one could feel the bile rising, “I’ll see you in Hell.”
  
  Had it not been obvious enough, but one could suspect that the Queen was high on something, possibly multiple — who are you to judge? After all, you are one of the many who took on the conquest of a night out. Particularly, one in the Red Heights.
  
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  1. “WHO IS THIS?” You feel a beckoning presence, perhaps you speak to someone you know or someone new. (Free rein; dance, party, talk – an easier option, opens up more doors for player interactions.)
     
     
  2. “I NEED A DRINK.” The bar looks enticing, and by the looks of it, you’ve either finished off your drink or you never got one to begin with. (Opens up interaction with an NPC along with any player characters that choose this option.
     
     
  3. “WHY DID I EVEN AGREE TO THIS?” Unlike the many that showed up for a good time, you only did because of… what is that smell? The stench of peer pressure? You find yourself somewhere discreet, in the very back, but there’s a smell that you just can’t get rid of.

  
  (At the bottom of your post, if you'd like, you can write the interaction name and number. You don't have to, we'll get it if you write it out, too.)
  
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intro

I'LL SEE YOU,

in

HELL

time

11:00 PM

date

15th October, 2024

location

Red Heights

status

Open

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