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Hi.

For those of you who have been in our RPs in the past, you might know that we met in the reboot of Beverly Hills High, a roleplay GM’d by @HushedWhispers. This roleplay had vibrant characters that we, to this day, reminiscence about. We consistently reference the roleplay, and most of the original cast refer to it as some of their best writing. Unfortunately, that RP met some resistance due to a few events, both in and out of character, leading to an untimely close.

This roleplay was near and dear to our hearts; it’s really the reason we formed our friendship, and from the remnants of BHHS2 rose a few different things, including Wanderlust, which is a labor of love built by @Lovely Complex and @Universorum, and while that solo project scratched the itch for a while, we eventually wanted to come back to group roleplay. We approached our mutual friend @Silent Observer about this, and we opened our first roleplay together under the SUP name, Free Pass. We’ve since rebooted it once, and tried different genres, including an experimental dip into a mission based system, The Syndicate, a foray into a super-power based RP, The Coalition, and a surprisingly successful professional wrestling roleplay, AWE. We always go back to our main genre, slice-of-life, with our summer camp based roleplay, Aces High being overwhelmingly popular. Some things stick, others don’t. As a group, we’ve hosted six roleplays together, this will be our seventh. I know I can say with complete confidence that my co-admins and I are incredibly proud of what we’ve created. Despite some of our RPs not reaching the lengths we’d hoped, we look back on them not as failures, but as successes. We’ve learned from each adventure, and applied that to the next.

If you’ve read this far, you clearly care about us to some extent, so thanks for that.

Throughout all of our roleplays, we’ve built what we like to affectionately refer to as the ‘SUPverse.’ We have a consistent running universe that spans across all of our roleplays. We’re very happy to stage our universe to you, letting you add to it as you please. Everything ties together, and to us, that’s beautiful. This roleplay will be a continuation, and a culmination of sorts, of what we’ve built so far. Taking place sometime after the year 2017 in our SUPverse, this roleplay will focus on the next generation of characters from our universe. Despite the futuristic aspect, we’re not making this roleplay sci-fi — the focus will be on the characters and their growth as they go through their final time in high school, and begin to tackle being adults.

We’re excited to offer the opportunity to our cowriters from Beverly Hills High the chance to see their characters through, and we’re also excited to welcome more people to our group.

As of writing this, it has been 1 year, 1 month, and 1 day since the release of Free Pass. We’ve been privileged to write with some wonderful people, to make friends with others, and to laugh, cry, and smile with you all. I’d like to personally extend a thank you to the core crew, the people who have participated in almost every roleplay we’ve put on. To celebrate our anniversary as a team, we want to celebrate our origins: Beverly Hills High. It’s been an honor to write with all of you, and welcome to our newest production:

Beverly Hills High: A SUP Production.

Much like its original iteration, this roleplay will be character driven; there is no overarching plot. You’ll play teenagers living in Beverly Hills and the surrounding area; Los Angeles county is your sandbox, and you’re free to build and play in it as you like. There will be parties, there will be classes, football games, dances. You choose to go to them or to stay away. You’ll build relationships with characters, or you’ll be antisocial. We’ll never pressure you one way or the other.

Have fun, and thank you again, for helping us create something beautiful.






Another glorious day opening the Sunshine Diner. Who was supposed to be here? Wesley, of course. Where was he? Gone, of course. Granted, Wesley had done a relatively good job before Dustin had showed up — the lights were on, the chairs were down at the bar, floor had been given a quick sweep, and the kitchen equipment was switched on; to top it all off, there was a pot of coffee made. BUT, they needed onions peeled and chopped. People loved onions in all kinds of shit, including breakfast shit.

Did Dustin want coffee? No way, he went straight to the ice cream machine. With a huge mug in his hand, he pulled the lever and dispensed a 6:45 AM chocolate milkshake into his glass, and took one last look around the empty restaurant in a valiant effort, before sighing. “Now, where is that asshole?” The slurping noise of the ice cream through the straw echoed throughout the building.


Meanwhile, in the refrigerator…


Finally. Wesley finally had a moment to himself, finally had a brief reprieve from the responsibilities of life. He was hiding in the fridge in the building he was employed at, with his phone in his hand. Connected to the WiFi, named ‘Pretty Fly for a WiFi,’ Wesley had a cup of coffee sitting beside him as he sat on the floor, resting his back against the cold cardboard of a box of condiments. He slipped his headphones into his ears and tapped the Netflix app; like clockwork, exactly what he was looking for opened:








Wesley rubbed his hands together and took a sip from the coffee as the show buffered for the briefest of seconds — seriously, why was the internet in this shitty building so fast? They didn’t make enough money to pay for it — then it began, picking up where he left off the night before:

The scene focused on a Sentinel action figure, clutched by a small hand, hanging by one of the arms from hand of a child, and it slowly zoomed out to show the child staring at the real thing, making eye contact with the Sentinel himself, dressed not in the stark white of his Coalition uniform, nor in the black of the uniform he had been wearing recently, while participating in criminal activities. Dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit that declared him a resident of Wayne County prison, Nathaniel Shroud was led into the courthouse, where he was to make his plea.

The interior of the courtroom was shown now, a cacophony of noise. Enraged citizens, some angry about the crimes he’d committed, some on his side. Sitting on one of the benches in the front row was his entire team — former team? — in civilian clothes. As the doors opened and the master of magnetism himself was led in, the courtroom exploded again, screaming at him, even throwing things at him.

There was a pounding of a gavel on the desk of the judge, and a shout from the judge, an elderly man behind the podium. A new level of ‘media circus’ had been reached with this case, but he would have quiet in his court. “Order in my courtroom, or I’ll have you all held in contempt. Now, I understand that you’re defending yourself, is that correct?” The Sentinel looked at the judge and gave a short nod, before he was brought behind the stand, and he briefly made eye contact with Serenity, before she shifted uncomfortably and quickly averted her gaze. “Nathaniel Nicholas Shroud, you are charged with destruction of private property, destruction of public property, four charges of grand larceny, five charges assault, three charges of attempted murder, and seventeen charges of murder. How do you plead?”

“I plead —”


Wesley’s head snapped up a his headphones were torn from his ears, and he made eye contact with his boss. “Man, what do you want? I did all the opening shit! Are you seriously drinking a chocolate milkshake!?” His voice was sour as he stood to his feet and pocketed his cell phone.

“Need you to chop and peel onions, my dude. And yes, I am drinking a chocolate milkshake. I know, I know. I’m a mad lad.” Dustin replied as he slurped down on the drink, “What were you watching anyway? I bet it sucked.”

“The Coalition season 2—”

“No way! I didn’t know that was out yet. Don’t care though. Go chop onions.” The sheriff replied, stretching his arms out and leading his assistant manager out. “It’s just me and you, y’know. And that new girl is getting here in like a half hour, so I have to train her and introduce her to you fuckers. I can’t do fuckin’ everything. Good job though, you did alright, surprisingly.”

“Why can’t you have Lenny do it?” Wesley complained, and Dustin rolled his eyes.

“He ain’t here yet, and he’s probably too goddamn high to peel onions. Let alone fuckin’ cut them, so get to it dammit. You’re the man.” Dustin said, pushing Wesley toward the kitchen as the man let out a huge groan.

“Okay, fine. FINE. But I’m taking an extra break to watch the fucking show.”

“Whatever, man.”



Meanwhile, outside…
Collab with @Lovely Complex


Across the street of her new job, a job where she will be the first face customers would see at the Sunshine Diner, a fun sized (meaning tiny), young red haired beaut stood beside a Lexus LS 2018 freaking the fuck out. “Am I too early? I’m probably here too early. What if I lose the job? I’M GOING TO LOSE THE JOB.” The teen couldn’t handle the anxiety she was feeling right now.

To the point that her cousin, with a similar red tint to her hair, leaned over to the driver’s side, where her boyfriend was sitting and looked out the window at the back of the head of the massive curls that belonged to Juno Connolly, “Oh hush, Jujubee! If anything, Dusty will find you admirable for being this excited to get to work! Isn’t that right, my Alpha~?”

Was it too early for this? Yeah, yeah it was. It was 6:30, goddammit. She didn’t have to be here till seven! Why were they here already? Olivia wasn’t even awake yet… at least Connor figured she wasn’t — she seemed to be spending the night with the Snyders more and more often, probably filling a void since Noli had all but moved out, Freya was gone, JJ was busy all the time, Eternity did whatever it was she did, Aaron had not one but TWO girlfriends, and Dawn was… well, Dawn. It took some pressure off of Connor though, so he didn’t mind; and he made sure to thank Jenny very often and very sincerely.

“Uh, yeah. Dusty is gonna find her totally adorable. Look, Juju why don’t you just go inside? He’s probably in there. I know he gets in at like five every day.”

“You say that! But what if I embarrass myself ROYALLY. Connor. Melody. Why are you two so calm?! This is a big deal. Watch. I’m going to ruin everything and uncle and auntie will send me back to Ireland. Sending a note to my father: this was a mistake.” If there was one thing Juno and Melody had in common, they were definitely dramatic.

Hey, baby, maybe we should get her high before she goes in there… Connor suggested quietly to Melody, before he shut off the car, his finger looking like it didn’t want to hit the button — and to be honest, he didn’t. Getting out of the car meant he’d have to do WORK. “We’re so calm because we know Dusty, and we know that literally no one ever would be mad because you show up early to work, especially not him. Just go in there and show him that you have, uh, spunk.” Connor said, enunciating his statement with a wide yawn. Their bed called to him, even though it was waiting in the room he shared with Melody, halfway across town.

With a pouty face on, Juno’s blueish grey eyes went from Connor, then to Mel, then back to Connor, then back to Mel, as if she was seeking one last push, having not caught the exchange between her cousin and her cousin’s man.

“Maybe not on her first day of work…” Melody softly replied to her love before darting a glare at Juno, “You either go inside right now, or you know that shopping spree I invited you to? With Belle, Kylie, and their moms? Yeah, you can kiss that goodbye! No pretty clothes for any Ty Summer bash that is bound to happen. You’ve never been to a Ty party, so I’m sure you’re dying to go to one. Isn’t the main reason you came here to quote live and experience life unquote?”

“W-wait! That’s not fair. This is my first job. I’m allowed to be nervous, aren’t I?!” Juno squealed.

“Time is ticking.

“Okay, okay! Thank you guys!!” And with that, the petite redhead scurried across the street and to the front door of the Diner. Oh man, she was nervous. Does she just… go in? Is the door locked? The door is probably locked…

Knock. Knock.

The door swung open, and in front of the newly employed Juno stood her new boss: the sheriff of the Sunshine Diner, the man himself, Dusty Waterman. “You must be the new girl. In fact, I’m very confident in that, because I can see Melody and Connor behind you.” At Dusty’s words, Connor gave a half assed wave, but the rest of his body was very busy pushing Melody against the wall and sleepily sucking her face off.

What? It had been nearly twenty minutes since they’d done this.

Holy mother of--

There was a sudden pause in Juno’s expression as she looked up at him, who she assumed was her boss, with bewilderment. This man had the kind of face that could stop anyone in their tracks. A blush did grace her cheeks, which could’ve been a dead give away, or it could’ve been translated as: this girl was nervous as fuck. He had tousled light brown hair that she wanted to run her hands through and his hazel eyes, mesmerizing, hitting her straight in the heart.

What was this feeling?

His face was strong and defined, chiseled by the gods, and his hands looked rough from working. With that muscle mass too, he could easily pick her up, without breaking a sweat.

WHY WAS HER BOSS SO HANDSOME?!

Like damn.

Hey, Mr. Waterman… so who might you be? and could you be, like, with me? Take me on a wild trip I wouldn’t ever forget? The experience I’ve been waiting for… could you be seen with me and still act proud? Hold my hand… pull me close… take me to your office and--

Interrupting her thoughts, that she didn’t even understand necessarily, Cooper Dalton, the designated loiterer, shimmied his way past the new girl and the MAN of the diner, “Dusty, my dude! Looking good. Open early I see! I’m just gonna help myself in. Cute newbie.” Before he got deeper into the Diner, he looked back at the girl and gave a childish grin, “Call me Coop, I’m sure you’ll see me often if you come back after today.”

Completely embarrassed at where her mind went, Juno cleared her throat and gleamed at the other boy, disregarding the tingling sensation coursing through her body, “Juno! And I’m sure I will.” She then brought her attention back to Dusty. “Sorry for coming a bit… early. I’m going to be honest, I’m kind of nervous. I really don’t want to let you down.”

“Cooper help Wesley chop some fucking onions.” Dusty said to Coop as he slipped past him and into the Diner, then he turned his attention back to the girl in front of him, looking her up and down with admittedly hungry eyes. Not bad, worth it. “Hey, you’re not gonna let me down. You dragged Connor out of bed this early, so you must be good at something, come inside.” He gestured and then gently tugged her wrist to pull her inside after him, letting the door shut behind her, before he poked his head back outside, leaning over her shoulder and around to the door. “Don’t you dare fuck her on my sidewalk, Connor!” He let the door shut again.

He’s touching me…
@BrutalBx I'll get them other sheets in this week probably, good brother.
@BrutalBx



Judge me harshly brother
sorry my cs is taking so long!! i ended up totally reworking my idea whoops

also just to be sure is it okay to have multiple characters?
@BrutalBx


While I am neither Brutal, nor a GM, I asked him about this very thing and he said that there isn't a character limit -- so yes, it's okay to have multiple characters.
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Welcome to Los Angeles.

The city of fallen and angels, glamour and glitz galore. What’s that you see in the distance? Yes, that is the legendary Hollywood sign. That distant glint in the hills? The Playboy Mansion.
Celebrities are everywhere, Disneyland is a stone’s throw away.

What? Mickey Mouse isn’t your style. Then drop a tab or pop a pill and go to a rave, everybody down with those girls in the EDM outfits — wish I could have four, one for each limb. If that isn’t your style, go to the skatepark; couple of dudes there lately who are gonna go pro, believe that, they're nutso and they’re cute, their dimples will help. THAT AIN’T GAY! It’s
true dude!

That isn’t your style? Alright, fine, go get stoned and hit up one of the arcades. Mortal Kombat rules: Winner stays, loser pays. Dig it, maybe you’ll end up against one of those savage dudes who stream and make more money playing games than you could ever believe.

Still not for you? Well, fuck it. The ocean meets the sand here, head down to the beach and enjoy the sun, the bathing suits, and the surf. It’s sick every day, and if you don’t board then just rent a jetski and tear it up. This is it, man. This is tops. Something for everyone...

This is heaven! Right?

WRONG, DUDE.

You’re here. You’re at the Sunshine Diner. You have to deal with those screaming Disney kids. You have to deal with the crazy parents who will ruin your goddamn day if you so much as glance at their misbehaving kids. You have to deal with the old people who are assholes. You have to deal with the people who write ‘read the Bible!’ where it says ‘tip’ on their receipts.

Fun?! You CAN’T AFFORD FUN! THE ECONOMY IS IN THE SHITTER RIGHT NOW! Fifteen dollars an hour is a myth, it’s never coming!

You think a celebrity comes in here and you get to MEET them? You’ll be damn lucky if you get to take the fucking picture of them to hang on the wall while our glorious leader and the owner of this HELLHOLE chats them up so that he can act like he’s the second coming of Jesus with all these friends in high places!

You aren’t going up. There’s no forward motion here. This is DEAD END, my friend. You’re making 11 dollars an hour for the rest of your career here. Now, that might help you make it through college, like yours truly. It might support you while you try to make it big in the music industry, like the kid that doesn’t work half the time. But it ain’t gonna buy you an Audi, hell it won’t even buy you a Lexus.

Am I trying to scare you off of this job? Of course not. I’m the captain. I’m the man, I’m the leader, I’m the BOSS. You’re part of the ship now. That means you’re part of the crew.

Welcome to Los Angeles, enjoy your stay.







The Sunshine Diner, a beautiful piece of downtown LA. The sign on the outside claims it’s historic, the reality is it was opened in 2010. It’s designed to have that ‘oldschool’ feeling though, down to a pinball machine near the front door. It serves mostly American food, but also a few different Mexican dishes. It’s in SoCal, what did you expect? It’s owned by an older dude who seems… eccentric, to say the least. Every few weeks, he stops by and wants things rearranged, or a new theme in the restaurant, or wants new menu items…

It’s always something with this fucking guy. Dude’s name is Carl, but you’ll rarely deal with him directly. For the most part, you’ll deal with his lead: Dustin Waterman, or one of his assistant managers. The dude is 24, but he basically runs this place nowadays — he’s been working here since he was a freshman in high school, and he is DONE with it all.

You might have noticed that in the little speech he gave up there; he’s a little cynical. But he sees through all the facades here, he knows damn well that his crew of burners, high school kids, and dropouts isn’t going to make it far, but he’s stuck here, since Carl gives him enough money to make it through college. So he deals, but he rules the land with an iron fist.

The customer is always right? GET THAT BULLSHIT OUT OF HERE.

This is Dustin’s town, and he’s always right. Sheriff Dusty is in fucking business and if any ‘can i see the manager’ haircut havin’ bitch thinks she’s gonna roll up in here and take advantage of his crew because half of them are kids… well, MILF or not, she’s got another thing coming. You got a problem? Call Carl. Oh wait, the dude doesn’t even have a phone. Now sit your ass down and wait for your kid’s fucking chicken nuggets like everybody else, lady. No, we’re out of crayons — and we don’t have a playplace. You walked in here. Deal with it and shut your kid up.

Let’s go, baby.


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