#crimson.event

[nyxthekid]

Unpopular opinion: Awesamdude a.k.a Sam is the most intelligent server and definetly the most underrated.

I mean look at him, he SINGLE-HANDEDLY built the prison with the redstone and all.

He is one of the smartest people and DEFINITELY one of the strongest.

His lines are always overlooked and skipped and I really hope that he becomes one of the more important characters on the DreamSMP.

Let's also not forget his a GOD at connect4 as well.

#dream smp #awesamdude #dreamwastaken #technoblade #crimson.event #spilled thoughts

[xofaddiction]

+open || the art institute of chicago || @crimsonstarters

once upon a time, abraham wished someone would appreciate his art the way these people did, but those days had long since faded. his art was worn with pride, etched into his skin with ink and blood in lines and shades of black and gray. rolling his shoulders, the walsh stood before a painting, it’s swirls of black, yellow, white and scarlet thick against the canvas. the lines were so thick, they cast shadows on the wall beneath it, the track lighting forcing the jagged valleys of the painting to appear deeper than they were. it was purposeful in it’s anger; there was torture in the painting, but total grip of control. glancing at the little accompanying card, he tilted his head, dark streaks of black falling in his vibrant gaze. “damn, this is oil?” he muttered under his breath. “bet this fuckin’ thing took at least a month to dry.” 

#&&. abraham || open #&&. open || all #crimson.start #crimson.event

[silverncrimson]

Location: Art Institute of Chicago

Open to: Everyone | @crimsonstarters​

“Is my mind just playing tricks on me again, or is this bitch actually smirking at me? Staring at me like she knows all my dirty little secrets?” she muttered aloud, her dark hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously at the painting before her, feeling oddly unnerved by the all-knowing look on the painted woman’s face as she stared right back at her. The two of them having what seemed like a very intense staring contest, although it was a contest that Diamond would inevitably lose. “I don’t like it, it’s fucking creepy.”

#crimson.start #crimson.event

[sinfvlsovls]

LOCATION.  art institute of chicago.

STATUS.  open to anyone !   (  @crimsonstarters​  )

GOD KNOWS WHY HE'D CHOSEN this particular painting to idle at, wasting away precious seconds of his time examining the ghastly art piece. of course, stefano knew that art was subjective—merely a matter of what conjured up certain emotions within a person. but, right now, all the old couple with the pitchfork were making him feel was unsettled. there's a faint crease along his forehead and he's wearing a frown that he's sure is visible from the other side of the room. it takes him a moment but when a shadowed figure ghosts in his peripheral, he finds himself unable to suppress the thoughts orbiting his brain. “ it's just so ... grim, isn't it? ” he poses the question to his newfound companion, green-flecked eyes still glued to the painting. “ i mean, sure, it's impressive in its own right but, there's just something so fucking creepy about it. ” it's then that stefano turns his attention toward the other. “ you ever saw the halloween parody of it? nothing disturbed my childhood like it. ”

#i too hate american gothic. #crimson.start #crimson.event #event › art institute grand reopening.

[wtcddy]

HE COULDN’T TELL you what he’s looking at despite the shiny, gold nameplate suspended beneath the swirling yellows and blues of a replicated van gogh. a colorful canvas isn’t enough to make him feel something—teddy can only relate to the night sky as much as the next guy—but it’s a good distraction while he waits out the too-long line to the open bar. he’s aware that’s not the reason he’s here, but it feels deserved, somehow, seeing as he’s always being dragged to these things. teddy doesn’t bother to spare a glance to the body at his left before airing his grievances. “ the longer i look at it, the easier it gets. this is art ? this is the guy everyone calls a genius ? i could do this with a crayola palette and a sheet of acid. ” 

#crimson.event #i'll grab event starters as soon as they go up!! feel free to post some #tw drugs

[crimsoncityhq]

PART II

There are some minor hitches in the night, but overall things are going a bit too good. It makes some question the time, and they’re surprised when they glance down their watches to find it well past curfew. Mysteriously the absence of law enforcement starts to swell the senses filling some with guilt and others with an overabundance of suspicion. At first it’s almost as if time freezes, like you’re trapped in one of the paintings on the wall. White noise has dissolved, but you can feel the quake under your feet.  The distorted mouths of the company around you, as the shift in environment explodes. Flames rain down like hellfire from the second floor, unable to shake the horrific silence you can see the rubble of foundation start to join with the fire. 

Fight or flight kicked in for the residents in the art museum. Some of them taking the artwork to save over their dead bodies, and some use this opportune moment to finally begin open hunting season on those that harvested their organs. There seems to be some mix up at the door of the entrance. One group helping people get out, and the other hindering. The ringing in your ear stops enough for you to hear the invisible gunfire that started to rock over the roar of flames.

PART II  will run until Wednesday May 5th 10PM EST. Plot slots can be found underneath the cut!

We’re going to allow each person to choose two plot slots for two characters max .If there are any leftovers, we’ll let members know when they can sign up for thirds. 

You’ll notice that some of these plots are public, so feel free to have your character react to them/ notice them even if they aren’t happening directly to your character. However, if something feels like it happened privately to another character, please check in with their Mun to see if it’s okay for your character to know.

To be clear: these are not the only things that happen to your character during this plot drop and you are more than welcome to cook up your own trouble.

To sign up for a plot slot message the main! You can start doing that as soon as right now! You may start the threads as soon as you’d like. Keep in mind that you can only message the main plot slots choices for your characters alone. 

Also, if you’re going to have your character be injured during the phase of part II message the main ( just so we can include it in the conclusion summary)! Your character can still be injured, but we thought it would be cool to include characters in the summary.

PLOT SLOTS 

CHARACTER A notices sparks flicker out from behind a painting. Their knee jerk reaction kicks in and they run into CHARACTER B when the painting lights on fire.. 

CHARACTER C ( FAUST AFF ) triggers one of the distraction bombs, but they didn’t count on CHARACTER D being injured in the aftermath.

BIRDIE MENDOZA has caught their gown  in the rotating door whilst trying to make their escape, and  TORI MASSARO has to decide whether they want to risk their own skin and help or chalk it up the BIRDIE MENDOZA’s bad luck.

JIN-AE ‘JJ’ RAU-BYRNE is engaged in a conversation with the bartender & JESSE VALENCIA, but that conversation is cut short when the bartender catches an unfortunate stray bullet in the face. It’s up to save themselves or help each other get shelter. 

CHARACTER I, CHARACTER J and CHARACTER K have their own mission for tonight, and this chaos offers the perfect opportunity. Who knows how they made it in with box cutters, but CHARACTER I, CHARACTER J and CHARACTER K leave their marks across canvases all the way down the main hall. The flames are closing in fast, though, so don’t dawdle for too long. 

CHARACTER L ( FAUST AFF )  & CHARACTER M both are the first people to arrive at the doors of the Art Institute after the chaos starts. One with the goal to keep people in, and the other to keep people out.

ZAKIYA AL KHATIB & OLIVER FAUST detonate the bomb underneath the elevator that traps WYATT LEON, ISABELLA FAUST, AND RAFFERTY DOYLE inside and they have to work together to get out. 

CHARACTER R strikes a deal with CHARACTER S to use this opportunity to steal the most prized piece of artwork in the Art Institute. It almost goes perfectly, until they launch it out a window that’s not illuminated by flames. However, when they finally make it out to collect their prize ▬ EVELINA VASILE is holding it and also brandishing a weapon. 

DIAMOND WASHINGTON who not-so-cautiously accepted a colorful pill from a stranger earlier in the night, is convinced the eyes of the painting are moving, suggesting someone may be trapped inside. CHARACTER V and CHARACTER W notice DIAMOND WASHINGTON dashing further into the flames and take it upon themselves to help, but that means they’ll have to handle the chaos of whatever DIAMOND WASHINGTON is hallucinating. 

AMADEUS JUDE CASTELLANOS  completely giving no fucks whatsoever picks up a glass of what they assumed was water from the bar to douse a lick of flames that got too close. The problem was it was vodka that fuels the fire, and starts to cover ZOE WASHINGTON. They can either run or stay behind, but ZOE WASHINGTON  is 100% able to ID them. 

AUDREY ROUSSEAU was in the restroom when the explosion occurred, and a large chunk of the balcony has blocked the door. Smoke is filtering through the cracks in the threshold, and AUDREY ROUSSEAU calls frantically for help. EZEKIEL “ZEKE” HALLIDAY hears their cries and opts to help, but the flames are moving closer by the second, and the smoke is getting heavier. EZEKIEL “ZEKE” HALLIDAY has to move fast or they will suffer the same fate as AUDREY ROUSSEAU .

CHARACTER B1 starts to exchange gunfire with CHARACTER C1 up the staircase towards the roof. One of the stray bullets hits another small bomb that causes the staircase to falter. 

ABRAHAM SWEETWINE helps others to safety using a nearby window, but another explosion leaves them burned and trapped under a large piece of the ceiling. JULIA FAUST bolts to their aid and carries ABRAHAM SWEETWINE to safety. Once outside in the lawn, JULIA FAUST must keep ABRAHAM SWEETWINE awake long enough for medical personnel to arrive.

SERAFINA EATON  is able to convince WIKIMAK CLARKE to assist in rescuing the artwork from the chaotic flames. However, after they’re injured in the process SERAFINA EATON realizes the artwork they’re trying to save is falsified. Almost as if the original artwork had been swapped. 

ANYA VOLKOVA uses the opportunity to pickpocket abandoned purses scattered around the main hall. They find a loaded pistol in MARKIE “PAIGE” KRAVTSOV ’s purse right as MARKIE “PAIGE” KRAVTSOV comes to collect it and whatever else ANYA VOLKOVA has taken. It’s up to ANYA VOLKOVA to figure out whether or not a purse is worth killing over, but be warned—the flames are moving fast. 

AUBREE DAMIANI is trampled by a crowd that beelines to the exit. CHARACTER K1 is the only one to stop and help them up off the ground & carry them.

TARON LYNCH  is outside enjoying a cigarette when the explosion rocks the foundation of the Art Institute, and the law enforcement immediately think they’re a suspect along with IAN LOCKE  that had ducked out for a breath of fresh air. They’re taken into custody for questioning. 

CHARACTER N1 and CHARACTER O1 make it to the lawn of the Art Institute just as CHARACTER O1 collapses from smoke inhalation. CHARACTER N1 finds CHARACTER P1 to help carry CHARACTER O1 to first responders.

JAMESON ROBERTS ( WALSH ) narrowly escapes to the lawn, but CONRAD ODAIR( FAUST ) is only a pace behind with a weapon in hand. CONRAD ODAIR fires and barely misses JAMESON ROBERTS, who realizes if they don’t retaliate, there’s no getting out of the art museum alive. 

#crimson.event #crimson.admin #appless rp #crime rp #gang rp #mature rp #gunfire tw #explosives tw #fire tw #guns tw #violence tw

[revelaare]

starter: open ( part 3 ) @crimsonstarters​ location: in the burning theatre

for a moment her brain doesn’t quite process what’s happening. aramande watches the final scene draw past before a bright flash of flight draws out from the stage. in an immediate response, her arm lifts to cover her straining retina’s, the intensity of the heat growing un bearable against her forearm and cheeks — glowing a brighter shade of red. she peers up, glancing at the the red theatre curtains charred by the lapping accession of flames through squinted eyes. she can’t quite hear anything, the crackling pops of gun powder leave her ears ringing — till all she can discern is is a dull buzz of white noise. and something else, a voice, muffled within her ear drums. 

armande turns — face pale compared to flushed cheeks, she doesn’t quite notice her chair had been on fire. nor the burn it had left. red raw. leading from her left shoulder down to her elbow. she can’t feel anything — the panic pooling within her stomach only just kept at bay by the fact people were now tugging at her other arm, forcing her to move out of her seat.

#burn tw #fire tw #crimson.start #crimson.event #your muse could be the person pulling here out of the chair or someone else in the theatre running #that she could also help #up to you!

[crimsonfaux]

Open to ROOM #11 & ROOM #12: Amara Ricci, Auron Wright, Christine Li, Holden Mercer, Sloan Washington, Stefano Vitorri,  Ellis Rowe, Lavrenti “Lav” Vasile, Lincoln Dawson, Silas Hale

Edith was thankful once she heard the ominous click of the bathroom. She wanted to get as far away from children as she could. She had lifted the AA recover medallion between her fingers, shifting it as a nervous habit. However she seated herself in front of the hotel bar, and opened it to procure a drink. “When in Rome.” Edith muttered before she lost the grip on the coin and it flipped behind her. She turned to see where it landed, and looked at the figure near it blankly. “ Want some?”

#crimson.event

[crxmsxnmemories]

Location: Outside Theater Open to all @crimsonstarters​ Lucian wore a frown, or as best he could with Maisie on his arm. She had insisted that they get there early so he wouldn’t be late. Late for what? He was  thankful that he had as little stage time as possible. But there was no arguing with her about it, once they got to the private box Lucian  held for them. He excused himself making his way outside for a cigarette. He was happy to have this time to himself for the moment. Watching as more and more people started to make there way through the entrance of the theater doors. Why was he suddenly feeling... nervous.  Nah fuck that, He took another drag from his cig as someone came out the doors near him.

“ Hey,” he called towards them waving them closer.  “ You got the time?”

#crimson.start #crimson.event #event | : : 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕕 #⎮⠘⠘ Lᴜᴄɪᴀɴ Fᴀᴜsᴛ

[rosesjustdie]

In previous years Zoe had loved Halloween. The chance to dress up and be someone else for a night was perfection... though she also might have liked the whole bar hopping as she jumped through several Halloween parties part more. That night though the haunted house seemed like her worst nightmare. The dimly lit room had her on edge already and she couldn’t stop her jump as she felt someone brush past her, an awkward laugh following. “Sorry. Bit early in the night to be jumpy. This is all well done.”

@crimsonstarters​

#crimson.start #crimson.event #&& did your daddy teach you how to act tough (zoe interaction)

[gracelcssx]

location: bar area open to: everyone

if there was one thing she learned by now, it was to never wear a dress for things like this. ever. she learned her lesson in the past. it was was why this time she settled on wearing a nice pair of pants, a nice top and a black blazer. to her, that was more comfortable anyway. taking a deep breath, faith made her way over to the bar. ordering herself a rum and coke, she leaned against the counter as she waited. tonight was all about relaxing and enjoying her night with her date. that was the goal. "call me crazy but it's been years since i last saw a musical on stage."

#crimson.start #crimson.event #( && starters || faith ) #( && event || sweeney todd )

[littlcxbirdie]

panic. was all birdie could feel. she barely even could feel the gash on her forehead. her wrist and ankle also being pushed to the back. her eyes darted around as she tried to find an escape. she had kicked off her shoes almost immediately, knowing it would make her move a little quicker. she tried to see over the chaos of the crowd running around. she hated being so short, just getting shoved around by the people near her. 

the fire only continued to grow, causing the crowd to panic even more. she wasn’t very far from the blast site. it had disoriented her more than the moment she hit her head. it was like her brain couldn’t get her legs to work. she knew she must have looked lost, just standing there as people ran around her. but she couldn’t move. it was truly like she was frozen in place, just trying to get her brain back in order. 

#tw fire #tw injury #this is terrible #i should not be allowed #crimson.start #crimson.event

[xofaddiction]

++ open, @crimsonstarters​ || great chicago bar crawl || location: FABLE

the tonal siren call of white rabbit pulsed through the air, drawing patrons in. feet danced over a black and white spiral carpet, drinks flowed as freely as energies did. the rolling beat flooded the sidewalk from the wide open doors. washes of blue, purple, and green light escaped the holographic tinted windows, lighting the silhouette of toad stools and top hats. cookies iced with eat me’s, bottles labelled drink me, tea cups filled with shots of liquor lined every tables. strawberry flavored bubbles flowed from the machines in the air and danced down over the participants of the crawl. evelina felt a grin stretch over her full lips, walking on black flats as she meandered through the crowd, the costumed alice that lead them toward their fates. with any hope, they’d all be off their heads. flipping blonde waves over her slim shoulder, she moved along the length of the bar, climbing behind it before she ducked beneath a toad stool decoration, beaming like the cheshire cat. 

“ ‘allo.” she greeted, pitching her voice a bit higher than it usually came, black bow in her hair bouncing as she paused before the newcomer. “welcome to fable. would you like a mad hatter? it is drink of the night!”

#&&. evelina || open #crimson.start #crimson.event

[silverncrimson]

Location: The Auditorium Theatre (likely backstage, with the rest of the cast)

Open to: Other cast members / anyone backstage | @crimsonstarters​​

Role: Tobias Raggs

Despite the initial nerves she’d experienced during her and Sloan’s audition, Diamond felt oddly calm and at peace tonight. She was confident in her ability to perform, and over the course of the last week, thanks to rehearsals, she had seen and heard the other members of the cast and knew that they all were excellent as well, so there wasn’t an ounce of concern in her; the musical would surely be amazing. Now in full costume, she was in the process of putting on the finishing touches to her makeup - not the glammed out makeup like she was used to, since her part was the orphaned child, but instead she played a lot with stage contour, highlight and bronzer in order to help certain features pop more while on stage. Once she was relatively satisfied, she set the powder and the makeup brush down onto the vanity and turned to the person that just so happened to walk by. 

“Hey - so, be kind but also be honest...Do I look enough like a pre-pubescent street rat yet, or do you think I might need a little more contour?”

#crimson.start #crimson.event #i...don't even know what this is

[sinfvlsovls]

LOCATION.  art institute of chicago.

STATUS.  open to anyone !   (  @crimsonstarters​  )

VIBRANT BLUES DRINK IN THE sight before her, scrutinising every square inch of the canvas that hung on the wall in front of her, silently wondering about the unspoken tragedy that bled into each paint stroke. monika has never been one to stop and take a genuine interest in art but when faced with nothing but art, she did find herself somewhat fascinated by it. a figure glimmers in the corner of her eye and she manages to tear her attention away long enough to throw the other a fleeting glance. “ i've never really understood all the hype around van gogh. not with the likes of monet and da vinci out there. but every time i see this, the one thing i always come back to is that he cut off his own ear. never mind the fact he apparently gave it to a woman afterwards. ” at that, sculpted brows knit together in an expression closely resembling stupefaction. “ the poor fool. what a waste it is to have talent only for it to consume you to the point you shoot yourself dead. ”

#listen idk. #i'm gonna tag some triggers tho they're only mild and referenced! #self harm tw #gun tw #death tw #/ we're talking about van gogh and his ear jshjsdk. #crimson.start #crimson.event #event › art institute grand reopening.

[crimsoncityhq]

ACT II 

For some, it’s a night of whimsy as they take their places in the crowd and hum along to the tunes blasted by the pipes on stage. For others, this theatre is a torture chamber—plenty come unwillingly for the sake of their dates or friends, but under their breaths they mumble their curses and beg the clock to tick a little faster. Their wishes are soon granted; the play is coming to a close as Mrs. Lovett clicks the lock in place, stranding Tobias in the oven room while Sweeney makes quick, bloody work of Judge Turpin overhead. The scene comes together once the judge is disposed of, Sweeney marching downstairs and having his famous showdown just before the oven door swings open. For a beat, it’s as if no one breathes, and those with accurate intuition can sense the danger before it happens. 

Mrs. Lovett is replaced by something much more material—a dummy loaded to the last stitch with gun powder—before she’s thrust into the flames, and there’s hardly a blink between her stage exit and the eruption. Burning orange and hot white explode from the prop fireplace, climbing the curtains in under a minute. Pandemonium breaks across the crowd, and patrons scramble from their seats to the exit, but the the doors stay in place, as if they’re blocked from the outside. The Vasiles find their way out of the building through passages they had previously scouted, sure to latch the doors behind them as they make their escape. The rest of the patrons aren’t quite as lucky—with the exits blocked and the flames licking fast at their heels, they must find a way to escape before they face the same fate as Mrs. Lovett. It’s dog eat dog to survive. Who will you sacrifice to live another day ?

ACT II of the Auditorium Theatre event has begun ! This portion will last until WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 3RD at 9:00 PM EST. It’s up to you and those around you to rally together to escape—you might only have your enemies to lean on for survival ...

#crimson.event #fire tw #burning tw #appless rp #crime rp