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06.19 @ 9:36am
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06.01 @ 12:00am
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| Hogsmeade Trail |
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Sitewide Plot #2 Event Announcer

Group: Hogsmeade {Mod}
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EVENT ANNOUNCER - ROUND 1After spending three and three-quarters hours wandering through the maze of the Ministry with several cramped lift rides (at least one having been uncomfortably haunted by a grumpy and blood purist old ghost), you have been given your supplies and map stuffed into a grey knapsack. If you are the first group member, you have also been given the responsibility of caring for a Ministry owl and are told to keep it with you at all times - you don't need to worry about feeding it, as it can hunt for itself. Then, you are shown the door and instructed to meet with your group members at a designated spot. You are also issued a harsh reminder of the consequences of being a deserter before you're shoved out into the spring's early morning sunlight. The adventure has begun. You have been informed that your group members are: Fitzroy Prewett, 21, Beater for Puddlemere United Thomas Browning, 22, Japanese Translator for Dept. of International Magical Co-Ops, Upper Class Evangeline Asperhand, 17, Ravenclaw student, upper class Elizabeth Blackwood, 18, 7th Year Hufflepuff, Middle Class You introduce yourselves, review your maps, and then must come to a decision of which direction you need to start in. Which part of Hogsmeade do you disembark from? a. West Slums b. East Slums c. South Slums OOC DIRECTIONS:1.) Have your character introduce themselves. Mention in their post (doesn't have to spoken aloud) what else, if anything, they have brought with them. If it isn't mentioned here, then they won't have it later on in the trail unless it is found/made. Those who post first will be assumed to have spoken first. 2.) Assume all introductions have been made and then have them choose a direction/remain neutral. Points 1 and 2 should both be included in your character's first post. 3.) If the group comes to a decision before the round ends, you can have your group head in that direction. (Decisions will be made when all characters have had a turn to state their choice or the three days are up. Special instances are allowed and must be discussed with Lola.) Round 2 begins May 19th
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| Elizabeth Blackwood |
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Middle Class — Middle Class Group Icon Group: Hogsmeade Posts
Group: Inactive
Posts: 65
Member No.: 801
Joined: 1-January 12

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With Nolan home and safe, for the most part, her life had really taken a strange turn. Her fiance was kidnapped, forced to feed on someone and kill them, which makes it worse because he's a werewolf and yet no one knows and now, she's been drafted into this crazy expedition to search for new land so that Hogsmeade can expand and grow beyond its limitations. When she was alerted to the draft, she made a large survival rucksack with additional medical supplies, an additional knife that she had Nolan help her sharpen, extra set of candles, some extra ink, a couple more pounds of beef and venison jerky, and an extra canteen of water.
After the little strange adventure through the Ministry of Magic, she arrived in the forests of Hogsmeade, not far from the South Slums. She gazed around her to see if anyone else was with her and noticed that there were three other people. Immediately, she recognized Eva and squealed in happiness, running to her, pouncing her and wrapped her arms around the poor girl, purring all over, "Yay!! You're here! Oh thank the Heavens! I thought I would be with only strangers for this ludicrous occasion!" She giggled and let Eva stand up and dust herself off before she nodded to the two gentlemen, curtseying gently, "Evening, gentlemen, I'm Elizabeth Blackwood."
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| Fitzroy Prewett |
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Upper Class — First String Beater for Puddlemere United
Group: Inactive
Posts: 27
Member No.: 644
Joined: 3-November 11

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Fitzroy clambered onto one of the Ministry of Magic’s lift, closed in on each side by both Ministry employees and expedition members alike, in nervous anticipation. Oh, of course he is not fearful for his existence. Indeed, very less so; but he was concerned upon the mere thought of whether or not Miss Odette de Montfault has received his letter. He has not received her letter previously, so he was distressing of whether or not he has proposed too soon for her comprehension. Could he have offended her with his hasty proposal? Of course, they have only officially known each other for nearly two months, but he had been positive that their time together had been a source of pleasure and delight on both sides. Either way, the letter did contain quite much for the conscience to process, so perhaps Miss Odette just needed some time to properly correspond? It seemed a more likely and reasonable explanation.
Nevertheless, despite Fitzroy’s nervous anticipation, he stilled prospered on and trudged through the crowd of people to the office he was instructed to enter to gather his supplies for the expedition. The two horses he had bought for the women to ride on should their feet become sore to the point that they desperately desired relief, were awaiting his presence in the office, and whinnying lightly. Rubbing the soft tuft of fur behind one of the horses (a female horse apparently) ears, Fitzroy could not but marvel at how beauteous a creature can be. Fitzroy only possessed one carriage and two horses, but he would not be averse to buying and gaining a few more horses along with a new carriage model. Besides, should Miss Odette consent to become his wife, he would need to ensure that she rides in a comfortable and sturdy carriage pulled by horses capable of making the journey to and from his house and Highstreet, or wherever she may desire to go.
After slinging the gray knapsack over his shoulder and pulling the reins of the horses to lead them, Fitzroy continued on his way towards his destination. Once there, he observed his group. His group consisted of Upper and Middle-Class folk only, which he found rather quite odd but decided not to question it. Miss Asperhand and Mr. Browning he knew by mere acquaintance at some society function or other; Miss Blackwood, however, he did not recognize by face, but rather by name as she had been mentioned on one of the rare days Fitzroy decides to read the Prophet. Apparently Miss Blackwood was engaged and would become a wife shortly after the expedition. He was unclear of the details surrounding the engagement besides Mr. Nolan, one of his seamsters, and Miss Blackwood apparently having had formed an attachment at the Flamel’s New Year’s Eve Ball, where he had danced with a woman by the name of Miss Hope. Though why he even attempted to discover her whereabouts in Wellingtonshire and Bartonburg he had not a clue, but all Fitzroy came to acknowledge was the fact that no Upper or Middle Class family had a female relative by the name of Hope within their household. Of course, the Winships’ had mentioned possessing a maid by that name, but Fitzroy could not believe that the Miss Hope he came into acquaintance with at the Ball could ever be a maid; she possessed too much class and beauty for such a lowborn task. Nevertheless, Fitzroy felt like the prince in Cinderella whom had failed in seeking out his princess.
Fitzroy had to smile and chuckle at how excited and thrilled the two young women were in acknowledging the fact that they would be journeying together; especially Miss Blackwood whom appeared very much relieved to have been arranged with someone she was on intimate terms with. Fitzroy’s eyes swiveled towards Mr. Browning’s form, and he gave a nod of acknowledgement. Being so close in age meant that he and Mr. Browning ran through a similar social circle involving those Upper and Middle Class gentlemen and women. Of course, Fitzroy never acknowledged Mr. Browning’s presence until he returned to Hogsmeade the previous autumn, but nevertheless, their ages arranged them together at various social functions and parties.
Gesturing to the bag over his shoulder, he continued, “I have brought extra canteens of water for us all, a tent that I shall magic to shelter us all, extra food, extra medical supplies should we ever need it, and extra wool blankets to fend off the chill at nights.” He also brought other items such as extra shirts, pants, shoes, wizard robes (he thought them quite comfortable for the journey), hair gel, and extra parchment and quills for his own personal use.
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| Thomas Browning |
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Upper Class — Translator, Dept. of International Magical Co-Ops
Group: Inactive
Posts: 124
Member No.: 291
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There was no shoving needed to get Tom to go out into the fray. He bounded out of the Ministry merrily, nearly beside himself about the upcoming adventure. He had his supplies and map and a picture of Genia in his pocket. He was ready for anything. He didn’t really know anyone in his group. He’d not gone to Hogwarts and didn’t really keep up with Quidditch. Though, meeting new people and making friends had never been a problem for Thomas Browning. He knew the names, and recognized the faces, but he had never really been close with any of them. He met up with the group as the two females were greeting each other in an overly familiar fashion – which was fine with Thomas because he nearly shook the poor Prewett boy’s hand off in greeting. “Thrilling, isn’t it? Simply thrilling. I simple can not wait. Ladies, Sir, we are in for an adventure, I am sure of it.” As they were all introduced and Prewett rattled off his over-preperation, Tom nodded congenially. “You’ve all thought ahead,” he admired, nodding to their packs, all bigger than his standard one. The conversation turned to which way they ought to go. Tom couldn’t have cared less. “Any direction. Any.” They started South and Tom eagerly followed along, keeping his trail-mates entertained with tales of Japan and his school days in America, asking about their married lives or lack thereof while showing off Genia’s picture to them all. “She couldn’t join in on the expedition. Pregnant, you know.” When they came to the base of the mountain, Tom scoffed. “We can make that. Let’s go over. I never cared for horses.”
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| Elizabeth Blackwood |
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Middle Class — Middle Class Group Icon Group: Hogsmeade Posts
Group: Inactive
Posts: 65
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Elizabeth was extremely happy to spend some time with Eva outside of school, something they didn't get to do very often. Eva was her best friend and that was something which Elizabeth treasured above all. With Nolan's return and the date coming soon for Elizabeth and Nolan to marry, life would soon be changing rapidly. She hadn't told Eva yet about her plans to get married after graduation, but at least Eva knew that Nolan and her were getting married. Nolan was constantly on her mind all the time, wondering and hoping he was alright.
The trip was hard and self-consuming on such a young woman unused to the hardships of wilderness survival. She was used to having servants and a fresh source of food that she could quickly and easily consume. She had Eva and the others though, so it made it easier than how it would be if she had done this alone. She looked up at the mountain side and sighed, not wanting to do some serious climbing on a mountain. As a woman, she dressed in a way that was counterintuitive to the natural order of survival.
"Must we really climb the mountain? Can't we just walk around?"
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| Thomas Browning |
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Upper Class — Translator, Dept. of International Magical Co-Ops
Group: Inactive
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“That’s the way of it,” he chimed merrily when they decided to go on over the mountain. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but it was the more adventurous one! As night closed in around them, they kept on, much to Tom’s delight. Wandlight was good enough for him. It gave everything a sort of creepy feel which made the trek all the more interesting.
…and then he felt it.
The rock underfoot had looked sturdy enough when he’d passed over it with his wand. Though, upon placing his foot upon the rock to push himself forward, his weight dislodged said rock and his ankle turned at a wholly unnatural angle. In a wild blur of flailing arms and colorful curse words, Tom went down, scraping his hand and bloodying his elbow – of course, not to mention, breaking his ankle.
Such a pain he’d never known! And he let his group know it. “Oh! It’s killed me! Bloody rock bastard! Am I going to die?” One of their group looked him over and deduced that, indeed, he’d broken his ankle, which translated to Tom, meant he was dying. “Oh, Merlin! I’m about to be a father! And I’m going to die in the damned jungle!” This mountain was hardly a jungle, and, considering he’d been born in Africa… Well, it was safe to assume that his life as a viscount had been rather cushy.
A discussion broke out about what they ought to do – go on or make camp. Tom felt the need to add his two knuts. “Are you MAD?!!? You can’t just leave me!!! Have you all taken leave of your senses?” Trying to hold his scraped elbow and gesture wildly with his hands was doing nothing to give any weight or validity to his argument. “I am Viscount Thomas James Browning and I will not be left on the roadside like some lamed horse, is that understood? You’ve all got another thing coming if you think you’re just going to keep prancing up the Ridge of Murderous Scenery and leave me here for the werewolves. The gall!”
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| Evangeline Asperhand |
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Upper Class — Debutante

Group: Elsewhere
Posts: 126
Member No.: 205
Joined: 15-March 11

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”Stop being such a crybaby. We will stop and camp for the night. I have healing potions with me and I know how muggles deal with broken bones. You're lucky the bone hadn't gone through the skin, otherwise it would have been nasty. Evangeline rolled her eyes. The viscount turned out to be a spoiled rich kid and if the auror won't take control, she was the one that needed to take charge. Of course, she only knew everything in theory. Luckily, the potion she brought was bought, not homemade, so it had a guaranteed success. When they settled in, Evangeline pulled up the mans trousers to see the ankle clearly. ”You're really lucky. It could have been way worse.” She said. ”Here, drink this. It's a healing potion. I bought it in the apothecary. It should work.”outfit
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| Elizabeth Blackwood |
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Middle Class — Middle Class Group Icon Group: Hogsmeade Posts
Group: Inactive
Posts: 65
Member No.: 801
Joined: 1-January 12

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Elizabeth laughed at the older man whining and complaining about his injury. He's lucky it wasn't worse than it was. She nodded to Eva and looked to Thomas, "I'm sorry, Sir, but I agree with Eva. Relax and be happy we aren't muggles...I hear they cut off limbs as long as it can't be set." She moved over to him and pulled his leg up, taking out one of her blouses, ripping the fabric and wrapping his ankle, adding a long, straight stick to set it. She used some clean water to get all the dirt and rocks out of his wounds then wrapped them.
She stood up and shook her head, taking out her tent to get ready for camping for the night. She couldn't believe the gall in Thomas. Just relax, cowboy. She smirked and nodded to Eva, again.
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