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DEPARTURE

Please unfollow Yoo Sanho and Song Garam. Park Seojoon and Jennie Kim are now available faceclaims. 

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WELCOME TO CENTER POINT, NA SAEM

Age Twenty Five Occupation Music Producer Length of Residence 4 Months Apartment Top Floor, Even Unit, North-Facing Add-Ons Floor T10, Unit #10

Those on Floor T10 have something to hide. 

Tenants that live in units that start with #1 should avoid using cameras past 11:30pm, as they’ll see something that they won’t want to see.

Trigger Warnings: None

saem is born into a world where he’s given everything but the things that he needs. barefoot on the hardwood floor, he wakes up and wanders the apartment, lonely and cold. outside the new york skyline is covered by a thick fog of what he realizes is snow. his parents are gone. the nanny is reading a magazine from a year ago in the sitting room. he plays with his toys alone, silently. for as long as he can remember, it’s always been like this.

he grows up, moves to a new country and in this place, he’s going to school wandering the halls looking for something. like a wallflower, he’s wilting. he’s just barely into his teens now and he realizes that something’s wrong with him. a dread builds up in him and when he looks around him and realizes he’s alone in an empty house.

he becomes a trainee because it seems like the right thing to do, he’s aways been interested in singing and dancing. lone in the spotlight, being judged by a panel of corporate music faces, he’s decided to be worthy and given a contract. being a trainee is hard, it sucks, and he grows to resent dancing being forced to do it for hours a day. even singing sucks, he’s never allowed to be apart of the process, his voice being critique and pushed in such a way that it doesn’t sound much like himself anymore. but at least he’s not alone, he has friends, all going through the same thing.

saem thinks he’s ready for this, prepared for the spotlight. but with all eyes on him, he can’t picture anything worse. the support from millions of people he doesn’t know doesn’t make it better. it feels phony, like he’s constantly living a lie, having to wear such a thick mask it doesn’t feel like himself. so he finds time to escape, in one night stands, in things that help numb him, steady the shake in his hand.

he leaves. he doesn’t tell the company about the text he’s gotten from one of his flings telling him that she’s pregnant. saem somehow finds a way to get out of the contract, telling them that he really can’t cope anymore. and once he’s free from some of the obligation, he feels... different. not necessarily better but different. he allows himself time to heal, for the birth of his daughter, and to experience things that he once loved.

saem finds sanity in making music, not for himself, at least not always. he sells a lot of it back to the same companies that he hates so much. every single time he regrets it, hearing the technical changes to his music that’s made mainstream and easily digestible. but he needs to keep himself busy and make some kind of money. when he looks around himself, things haven’t changed much. his apartment is lonely, except for the two furry animals that prance around on their padded paws. his daughter is far away in another country, forgetting about him until he becomes a name on a check or a tasteless, generic gift.

saem is living the same day, everyday, in the hope that something will change. but he’s afraid, confident, it never will.

#lmn:app #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp #im jaebum #jay b

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WELCOME TO CENTER POINT, SEO YEJUN

Age Twenty One Occupation Unemployed Length of Residence 4 months Apartment Bottom Floor, Odd Unit, East-Facing Add-Ons Odd Unit #11, Floor B2

Tenants that live in units that start with #11: Every tongue that rises against them shall fall. Figuratively speaking (for the most part). Only no amount of horrid luck on their enemies is going to change theirs for the better.

Those living in Floor B2 are being terrorized by strange happenings that appears to be the work of a vengeful ghost.

Trigger Warnings: None

walk.

yejun is afraid. he walks the corridors of his childhood home, remembering all the times he cowers in its corners. his father’s deep booming voice drowning out his mother’s voice, his sister’s laugh. all he remembers about the house is pain, an uncomfortable gnawing feeling that had always chewed his insides and left him with an empty hollow feeling afterward. even now, the house doesn’t seem so scary, with its clean floors and polished china. nothing is out of place, the picturesque family home that any young family would dream of. but to him, it’s just a bad dream, one that seems so distant but comes back to him like overwhelming waves when he’s smells something like his mother’s perfume or sees the brand of white button downs his father used to always wear.

sleep.

yejun was in love. his childhood best friend, the one he’d always looked for when things felt like too much to carry on his weak and tired shoulders. yejun learned to share some of it, to let him carry some of his burden and in turn yejun learned to carry his. wrapped in his arms, it would seem so natural, a moon orbiting the earth and pulling its waves to shore at a gentle lull. yejun felt no pain here, even when they argued, it was always out of love and respect. yejun found himself able to tell him things, things he never told anyone, about his father, those men at clubs who treated him nice only to want something at the end of the night, his mother who he missed so much. and in turn, he’d be rewarded with a light airy feeling at the base of his chest where a weight used to sit, fester. it was healing now, shrinking into a size so small, it hardly existed.

wake.

yejun wakes up. he’s not sure whether he was just a dream, or maybe he wasn’t and died in yejun’s sleep. some part of him can still feel his warm fingertips grasping his wrist, pulling him up from his sinking hole of addiction, trauma, and neglect, but in most moments it just feels like a ghost knocking on his door, only to be gone when yejun finds the courage to investigate. he doesn’t cry; can he? for someone he’s not sure he ever knew, for a lover that he’s not sure he’s ever lost, for a life he’s not sure he’s ever lived? when he wakes, his addiction is still running it’s course in his bloodstream and his thought still raging back and forth between two extremes of high highs and low lows.

walk.

he’s in a new universe now, where everything bad still exists, vivid memories like terrible hauntings, and everything good, he’s lost, like waking up too fast from a dream. he lives in a universe without his soulmate but remembers every single part of him. and exists, craving what he’s sure now he never had, not in this lifetime anyway, too scared to sleep and dream of a boy he once loved, in a distant place somewhere between real life and the next.

#lmn:app #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp #lee donghyuck #haechan

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what time/timezone are acceptances?

They're tomorrow evening! We don't do them at a set time every week but expect at the latest for them to be around 11pm PST. 

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INCOMING RESIDENTS

Until 11/07

Babacar N’Doye › Model Bae Suji (Suzy) › Actress 

For 11/05

Im Jaebum (JAYB) as Na Saem › Music Producer › Reviewing    Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) as Seo Yejun › Unemployed › Reviewing

#lmn:rev #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp

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hello can i reserve hwang hyunjin ? i guess my reserve didn't go through (pw: dad)

Hello!

A member of our admin team has personally expressed discomfort at the use of him as a faceclaim given the gravity of his scandals, so we'll have to turn down the reserve. If you have a different playby in mind, please send it in as soon as you can. It also doesn't hurt to send it twice just in case it doesn't come through the first time around. Thank you!

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INCOMING RESIDENTS

Until 11/02

Choi Yeonjun › TXT

For 11/05 

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) as Seo Yejun › Unemployed › Reviewing

#lmn:rev #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp

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DEPARTURE

Please unfollow Touka Hirose. Komatsu Nana is now an available faceclaim.

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To the most recent anon ask: thank you for letting us know. We’ll be taking care of it as soon as possible. If you have any additional details you’d like to provide, please come off anon and directly message us. 

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WELCOME TO CENTER POINT, TOUKA HIROSE

Age Twenty Four Occupation Radio Host Length of Residence 6 months Apartment Middle Floor, Odd Unit, South-Facing Add-Ons Odd Unit #1

Tenants that live in units that start with #1 should avoid using cameras past 11:30pm, as they’ll see something that they won’t want to see.

Trigger Warnings: None

“we’re getting close to the end of this program, so thank you everyone for allowing me, your host; none other than your always caffeine driven-widely awake kahi to be with you on this quiet night with your favorite songs, stories, and everything else your heart wants to share with all of us. we have one last song for all of you, it was a suggestion by an anonymous caller and it’s… oh, come on, you guys! really? thriller?! i guess it’s because we’re close to halloween! Here‘s a 1984 hit song, ‘thriller’, by the amazing and incomparable legend, michael jackson.”

on cue, the song begins to play. she sinks back into the chair. she is wearing the kind of sweater that swallows her up instead of hanging off her shoulders in a fitting form. when she closes her eyes, it feels just like 3am back in her bed.

‘… under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart …’

touka hirose is a strange creature. a strange creature who is folded twice over her own soul. as a child, her smile was wide and effortless. the dry heat of the summer could be layered onto the island and yet she would be going at it for days. a weary traveler, a foolish and gentle spy. sneakily filling her stomach with strawberries from their backyard and feeling the soft grass tickle her toes were among her favourite things. a young sakura lurks through life like it is an old house, teasing the wallpaper until it falls down. layer by layer, story by story. motions to people with the edge of her voice, with a change of expression. they say her talents overflow, they stem from her never-ending curiosity.

‘… you fell the cold hand and wonder if you’ll ever see the sun …’

mid november and the sky is greying. she doesn’t say much from behind the window as she watches droplets of rain hit the glass with a ‘tap' and by now she knows better than to light all the dark rooms in her house. and she can feel it, the tide of the past july. it’s like this one morning she looks across the dinner table and everything that has ever been left unspoken was being said. no one ever had to tell her anything, she always managed to catch snippets of what was happening around her, observation had been but a hobby to her for as long as she could remember and the sight of her mother crying was something unfamiliar to her, something she would notice right away. touka can see it now, the way her mother speaks in dim lit words, the way her father’s name escapes her mother’s. how often do we wear smiles that hurt, smiles that tell us we have endured too long? touka feels heavy and the worst thing is, she knows the weather of departure; the humid air, the rain pouring announcing that winter is near.

‘…. this is the end of your life. they’re out to get you. there’s demons closing on every side …’

by now, she is a messy book, filled with half read sentences, marked up paragraphs, folded corners and empty pages. she doesn’t let people in, only a few have trickled deep within the small gaps between the pages, and somehow the book opens up a little and she gives them a chapter. she feels with a terrible intensity. too many vowels in her mouth, too many crumpled up pages in her pockets. her mouth twisted into rivers, pouring into too many oceans at once. at times, she says quite a lot and nothing at all. she always takes too little and gives too much. reaches for anything, finding joy in the most rare of places. comes and goes, disappears like mist rising in the sky. maybe she is a liminal space. an in-between. a gas station on a longer journey. blurry, dreamlike. a threshold. an exhilarating parenthesis. she is simply someone searching for — a phrase, a light, a fire. the signs along the way.

she leans forward towards the microphone when the song begins to finish.

“… it’s now my time to go. and like always, i leave you in this late night with a song of my choosing. this is Thank you by Led Zeppelin. sweet dreams, everyone.”

#lmn:app #komatsu nana

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WELCOME TO CENTER POINT, FRANCESA ABE

Age Twenty Four Occupation Unemployed Length of Residence 6 months Apartment Top Floor (Serviced), Odd Unit, North-Facing Add-Ons Odd Unit #1

Tenants that live in units that start with #1 should avoid using cameras past 11:30pm, as they’ll see something that they won’t want to see.

Trigger Warnings: None

Fill in the gaps.

The story sounds more exciting than it actually is. Father is a guy who’s a big deal in the 80s and 90s but people don’t care so much anymore when they hear his name. Marcel Wilson means barely anything in 2021. Mother is a girl all of 19 named Madoka, a flight attendant. The two of them meet at an airport bar, and for two weeks they’re a thing. Then three months late Madoka finds out she’s pregnant, hits Marcel up and when he denies any responsibility she hits him with a paternity suit. It’s a whole ordeal in the tabloids for a few months, stuck sitting in the bottom corner of US Weekly but it doesn’t matter, it’s not really important. Only the ending result is: the court says Marcel is the dad and both Marcel’s marriage nearly collapses. Nearly.

Here’s the collateral: Marcel doesn’t want the kid, neither does Madoka, there’s never any accounting of what actually happens to the baby once the lawsuit is over and the money is paid out, just a simple of statement of fact that no one actually wants her. So Madoka leaves her in Honolulu at her parents house when maternity leave ends. Then she gets on another flight off to somewhere better, away from the shitty old house her parents raised her in. She names the baby Francesca before she goes because little girls need pretty names, even the unwanted ones.

Grandma says a lot of things, mostly how girls shouldn’t be made of vices. Incidentally, Francesca is a girl filled with vices; flawed to the very core. She’s no good in school, spends too much time staring out the window daydreaming about this and that and any free time is spent with Uncle’s record collection or skating up and down the street until the street lights come on and Grandma calls out to her in her raspy voice with her heavily accented english. “Too much like your mother”, Grandma likes to mumble under he breath, “no good. no good. no good.”

She’s always trying to fill some endless void. Like Sisyphus with that fucking boulder. Looking for love in the wrong people, looking for approval in people who don’t care, searching for things eternally denied. The process goes on ad nauseum. There are words for people like her, most of them boil down to something near masochism. “I just want to prove to myself,” She tells her therapist in her very last session before she ghosts for good, “I just want to prove that I’m something people can love. I just want to be the little kid who’s parents put their artwork up on the refrigerator. That’s not a crime, is it?”

Side story: First time in a long time she sees Madoka they’re both at LAX. “You drink right?” Madoka asks, and it dawns on Francesca that maybe Madoka can’t remember her brithday, doesn’t know if her only daughter is 21 yet or maybe she’s a little younger. Doesn’t matter, Madoka takes her back to the bar anyways and orders her a manhattan. “It’s good.” she says. It’s not. And for an hour Madoka talks her ear off. Talks about her flight to Buenos Aries and the shitty guy in business class, and how fight attending isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and how she’s got to borrow from her 401k to stay afloat sometimes. And the whole time Francesca can’t stop bouncing her leg and watching the way condensation accumulates on the glass. Her flight is probably boarding right now, and all the while Madoka is talking ceaselessly, saying more to Francesca in the instance than she’s said over the course of her own life, but if she listens closely Francesca swears she can hear someone calling the final boarding call for her flight. “You know,” Madoka says while Francesca’s slowly getting up, trying to figure out the best way to make a polite exist and praying to god the plane hasn’t taken off, “You know maybe I should’ve been a mother to you. Maybe we both would’ve ended up better off for it.” The plane ends up taking off without Francesca.

She runs away a lot, probably gets it from Madoka. First she goes to New York under the idea that maybe for once in her life she’ll try to get closer to Marcel. Then the rug gets pulled from under her and Marcel dies* and some stupid boy breaks her heart and Francesca’s too sensitive and weak to deal with any of it so she runs to California under the guise that it’ll fix her depression. (Spoiler Alert: LA only makes depression worse). Then back to Hawaii, back to Honolulu because Grandpa is getting old and senile and Grandma can’t really handle him on his own. “It’s time to grow up,” Grandma tells her, “you can’t run forever your feet can only go so far.”

*Footnote: Marcel leaves his entire estate to Francesca. There’s a threat of litigation from his last wife but nothing ever materializes. His only child gets the whole $200 million. Doesn’t make up for a father. Doesn’t hurt either.

The shocker is Grandma dies first, peacefully in her sleep after visiting Grandpa earlier that day. No suffering, no pain. Just Francesca crying at her bedside before the paramedics take her away. Grandpa asks what happened to the nice woman that used to visit, he can’t remember that she was his wife, though he asks about her too. The staff says he tells the picture of Grandma good night every night, just like he did when he was home. And then on some unimportant Tuesday not long after Grandpa goes to be with Grandma because everyone knows he could never bear the thought of being away from her and Francesca is alone again.

Madoka comes back, just for the funerals and to settle the estates. She hugs Francesca for the first time in what feels like forever, and apologizes that she had to deal with it all alone and something in Francesca wants to breakdown but instead she claps her mother on the back and tells her it’s okay, and comforts Madoka as she drowns in her own loss and self pity. “I’ll be the mother you wanted now,” Madoka tells Francesca, “the mother you always deserved.“

Epilogue: Francesca runs out one night. She’s good at running, feet hitting the pavement, going going going until she ends up in Ville City. Madoka leaves her a voicemail, asks her where she’s run off to and why. Francesca never replies, she just keeps running.

#lmn:app #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp #aria polkey

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INCOMING RESIDENTS

Until 10/29

Im Nayeon › Twice

For 10/29

Aria Polkey as Francesca Abe › Unemployed  › Accepted Komatsu Nana as Touka Hirose › Late-night Radio Host › Received

#lmn:rev #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp

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INCOMING RESIDENTS

Until 10/27

Bae Joohyun (Irene) › Red Velvet

Until 10/28

Komatsu Nana › Actor* 

Until 10/29

Im Nayeon › Twice

For 10/29

None as of now!

#lmn:app #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp

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ACTIVITY CHECK

The following members who have not posted at least twice in the past two weeks since October 9th will be removed from the roleplay: 

None!

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INCOMING RESIDENTS

Until 10/25

Komatsu Nana › Actor

Until 10/27

Bae Joohyun (Irene) › Red Velvet

For 10/29

None as of now!

#lmn:rev #lsrpg #lsrp #krp #literate rp #sol rp

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🎃 FIVE NIGHTS OF FEAR 🎃

From October 27th to October 31st, Ville City will be holding its annual horror-filled Halloween fest. But that isn’t to say a certain apartment complex won’t be dealing with its own strange scares throughout the week... 

Welcome to LIMINAL’s Halloween event! Below is a timeline of the various mini events that will be ongoing throughout this week. 

TIMELINE

NIGHT ONE

AROUND THE CITY Haunt Street Every year, VC reimagines the street where a now-abandoned hospital stands into a famous horror film location For 2021, it’s the haunting dwelling of The Amytville Horror series. There, visitors can roam the site and, if they so wish, pay to stay the night. 

AROUND THE COMPLEX Weather alert: be aware of the thick fog that’ll be rolling in from the east. The hallways flicker on and off in the middle of the night, washed in some odd red light. To those that know better, it’s Morse code that spells out “Don’t look.” 

NIGHT TWO

AROUND THE CITY After Dark Everyone’s favorite amusement center “Cranked” sits right on the outskirts of VC University’s campus have brought back their House of Horrors escape game. 

AROUND THE COMPLEX There are handprints and footprints that appear then disappear—on the windows, elevator floors, and the hallways. The sight is followed by some auditory “hallucination” of water dripping if you look too long at it, only to fade away with said prints. 

NIGHT THREE

AROUND THE CITY Zombie Crawl It’s VC’s annual bar hop slash cocktail competition where all participating bars and pubs downtown open their doors to patrons ready to get punch drunk on their Halloween specials. 

AROUND THE COMPLEX  A tall, ghostly man appears to be wandering the halls, then vanishes at random points of the night. If you’re suddenly struck with the urge to look through your peephole—don’t. 

NIGHT FOUR

AROUND THE CITY Dead By Daylight Hop on over to BPM, the city’s premier nightclub for their Halloween romp. Expect a lot of witch-house and glitchy EDM on the DJ sets and a wide open dancefloor. 

AROUND THE COMPLEX A loud, blood-curdling scream wakes everyone up in the middle of the night at 3:15am. No one’s sure where it came from. 

NIGHT FIVE

AROUND THE CITY Mrs. Eom’s Birthday Dinner Doubling as a grand costume party, all residents, staff, and their plus-ones are invited to come to the (magically expanded) rooftop to celebrate the Landlady’s special day.

AROUND THE COMPLEX The elevators stop working, cutting off anyone living on the Top and Bottom Floors from getting back into their homes. It leaves them with no choice but to take the stairs, only to hear footsteps from behind that get louder and faster as they make their way down. Those from these floors must “take refuge” for the night on one of the Middle floors. 

OOC NOTES 

This event will last from October 24th through November 4th. Feel free to continue these threads after this time if you’d like, but starters should be posted within this time frame. 

Think of this as a variety-pack, pick-your-adventure type event where you can pick and choose what your character will get involved in depending on their time and place. 

Tag all your event threads with #lmn:fnof

Have fun! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out!

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What kind of personalities would you like to see more of? I’m having a hard time deciding between two options 😂

We're pretty open to any and all personalities so long they're well developed! If you could tell us a little more about the two options you've mentioned, we'd be more than happy to offer our input.

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