007-011 » ...that made the day seem so bright

[villagemod]

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias.
WHEN: Days 007-011
WHAT: The residents venture further inland.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here! This log covers two weeks IRL, to give people time to catch up and also encompass the Halloween event, so the next log will be posted on November 6th.

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DAY 007-009
A FARCE OF NORMALITY

On the seventh day, the sun returns, as if it had never left to begin with. For the first time, the unwilling residents of Mathias Township are greeted by a brightly lit, crisp fall morning, the sky a clear blue without a cloud in the sight. There's the promise of warmth later, but even a few minutes of standing out in the sunlight is enough to thaw frozen bones. Finally, these weary travelers can get a good look at their surroundings without the threat of storms or icy weather.

It's strange to now see it all in the light. Such a normal appearance in places, just quaint homes waiting for their inhabitants to return. But in other locations... The dilapidated houses nestled next to those picturesque buildings are jarring, speaking of horrors and unknown conditions that haunt this place. There's no possible explanation for why one building has been kept in pristine, albeit dusty condition while another has been left to rot and crumble. And now, in the early dawn, there seems no discernible reason for anything to have kept these fellows from venturing from one side of the town to the other.

That reason still exists though, whatever it is. It has simply moved further inland, allowing Mathias's unwilling residents to travel to the decaying heart of the town. There are three more blocks of houses past the Public Library that may be explored, though they yield no information — every building on these streets is in ruin, either abandoned and left to rot or a charred mass of wood and stone left behind from a fire that did not touch its surroundings. Beyond this lies the town square, which is cut solidly in half by a wall of white fog; one may approach the fog, but entering it leaves a person possessed by a fear and panic so intense that they physically can do nothing but flee back the way they came.

Our weary wanderers may also now venture to the southern edge of the the residential area of town, which ends at the forest that borders Mathias Township. The leaves here tell the tale of fall, with colors ranging from rusty oranges to rich reds and deep browns. A hundred yards into the forest, they are met with that same fog that will allow none to pass.


THE ARRIVAL OF ROYALTY
Alas, there is no fanfare for the newest arrivals, though royalty they may be. The High King awakes on the lawn of a dilapidated house a block from the town square, while the Fool finds himself on the lawn of the Boarding House. Groggy and disoriented, at least they are met by far more hospitable weather conditions than those who came before them.

The third new arrival may not be royalty but he is certainly no stranger to fame. The Bright one awakes just past the tree line on the southeast side of the residential district.

DAY 010
THE DAY THAT ISN'T
The day dawns just as any other in Mathias, giving no indication of what is to come in the hours ahead. For everyone within the town's limits shall experience a strange occurrence of one kind or another, be it inexplicable dreams, waking somewhere they shouldn't be, or finding themselves so dreadfully alone. And after their day is done, however long it may last, they will each of them sleep solidly through the night and not wake again until the following morn.

How strange it is to live in this town.


DAY 011
TIME MOVES ONWARD
“The only reason for time is so that everything
doesn't happen at once.” —Albert Einstein

A normal day. A day to rest, to recover, to wonder what you ever did to deserve this place. The weather is beautiful, with a bright blue sky and white puffy clouds, the leaves beginning to change and a crisp chill in the shadows. How will you spend this day after what you've experienced?

Whether you share tales of what happened or keep these secrets, the day still dawns, the night still approaches, and time moves ever onward in its spiral.

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LOCATIONS

TOWN HALL Standing at the center of Mathias Township, the town hall is a modest two-story building that would be welcoming if not for the faded sign, chipped paint, and deafening silence within its empty halls. It's a typical government building, with a reception desk at the front and rows of identical offices within, the names half faded from each door. But what catches the attention is a large bulletin board on the main wall beside the reception desk, once meant to hold flyers or announcements for the community.

What it holds now is decidedly different. Tacked onto the board is a torn scrap of paper with words scrawled almost illegibly in dark red ink. Upon close examination, a keen eye will realize that the ink is actually blood, though whether it is human is unknown.

why did this happen
A number of tarnished metal push pins are scattered around the edges of the board, waiting for future messages to be shared, and a stack of pristine white paper and stack of cheap ballpoint pens rest on one of three chairs beside the board. The chairs are clearly meant for those waiting for meetings and are covered in the same layer of grime as everything else in the building — everything except the pens, paper, and bulletin board.

GENERAL STORE Basic food, drink, and first aid supplies may be found in the small General Store which, while a tad dusty, is impeccably well-stocked. The popular staple North American brands of the 1990s are mingled amongst unknown generic brands. No matter how the shelves are depleted, they will be restocked by the next day with the exact same amount of each item, in the exact same position as before. This phenomenon cannot be explained, nor can it be observed in any way. It simply is. (No, before you ask, there is no alcohol in the store. There are, however, a few packs of cigarettes.)

ZELDA'S BEAUTY SUPPLY Pink is the color of choice in this particular location. The front of the building is painted a slightly garish bubblegum pink, while the interior walls are an antique pink, with white curtains draped around the large front display window. The dusty shelves are filled with bath and hair products, shaving supplies, nail polish, cleansers, cold creams, and basic makeup products.

REEL RENTALS The small town version of a Blockbuster, Reel Rentals has a dozen shelves packed full of weathered, dusty VHS tapes, with covers stuffed with styrofoam and the tapes themselves in worn plastic cases. With a wide range of genres and both popular films and unknown B-movies, there's something here for everyone. Did you bring your membership card?

OLD TOY SHOPPE Everything in this quaint yet creepy shop has a handmade quality to it. Wooden dolls, hand-carved puppets, painted train sets, intricate block sets... The items speak of time, devotion to craft, and enough popularity to keep such a business afloat. The lights do not work in this building, though, and it is quite chilling at night without the comfort of artificial illumination.



CONDITIONS UPDATE

— POWER has returned to most buildings in Mathias. Those that are decaying remain without working utilities.

— VOICES are no longer openly haunting our residents, though they may still be occasionally encountered in the more heavily decayed buildings where some rooms seem to almost swallow whatever light tries to enter them.

— WEATHER conditions are fairly typical for late fall: chilly "sweater weather" days and nights that can dip below freezing. You don't want to be outside without a coat, but it won't kill anyone if they bundle up. Probably.

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QUESTIONS?

[villagemod]

Use this space to ask general questions about this log and the circumstances or locations presented within. Please direct more broad game questions to the FAQ.

[thering]

Is there alcohol in the- DAMNIT Doc is looking for corn or cornmeal, sugar, yeast and water. Can he find these items in the Grey Gull/general store?

If hypothetically the above ingredients are used to make hypothetical moonshine, will the attempt be successful, and if successful and it is hypothetically given out to several characters, will they experience metal poisoning, organ failure, blindness, death etc. or will it be left up to each player who chooses to sample the goods? Asking for a hypothetical friend.

[chicartista]

hey i was wondering if something could happen with zed's powers? maybe she tries to force herself to have a vision and it goes wrong (whether it's a seizure or she sees something else or other horrible consequences bring it on! she can also physically feel these visions sometimes so pain is also an option lol) or she is able to see something but can't figure it out? or she tries to sketch something and ends up with something else?

lol sorry this is so vauge, i'm seriously open to anything.

Let's talk pipe

[tinstar]

In the interest of Project Moonshine, Raylan is going to be tearing through houses looking for still supplies, namely enough copper tubing to get this done and a pressure cooker. Since he's got no problem literally tearing through walls to look for it, will he find enough? I figure since you okayed the moonshine he would but formalities, formalities

[hellblaze]

- But is there PUMPKIN SPICE THINGS in the General Store
- Does the General Store have any maps or ways to locate the size of Mathias, or where the city is located?
- Are the cigarettes in the General Store limited to only American Brand/Off Brand?
- Medical supplies... are they restocked mysteriously too?


- What can be found in terms of maps, locations, details about the town in Town Hall?
- If you lick the blood can you tell if its human/animal?
- If one tried to do speak to spirits in the Hall, does anything happen?

- If someone is stupid enough to go into the fog... is it similar to the fear feeling on the beach?

Thanks, Mod! ♥

[volunteertomatoes]

Quentin's going to poke a bit at the movie place, because what scifi/fantasy nerd doesn't?

-Are the film titles themselves all familiar?
-What are the dates of said films? Specifically, what's in the new releases? is it the same as the library's date of 1990?
-Do any of the VHS preview things work? If not, would minor mending fix them?
-Are there twinkies in the snack aisle?
-Any mysterious unmarked tapes a la The Ring?

-Can Quentin gain access to the back room/employee spots? Specifically, he's going to be looking for personal belongings from others to see what's what, or any hint at wtf happened before all this shit went down, but he'll keep his eye out for anything useful

[40seconds]

Do the shaving supplies in the beauty supply store include razors or scissors, or anything else vaguely sharp? Also asking for a hypothetical friend.

MOD INPUT

[villagemod]

Use this space to ping the mod to weigh in on your thread, such as if your character is searching quite specifically in a location or interacting with something that requires feedback.

Bad Idea Incoming

[waywardsister]

Claire is gonna write "F U" in big letters on a piece of paper and slap it on the bulletin board.

HOUSING

[villagemod]

Use this space to claim a room in the boarding house or a house for layout designing or exploration. Players are welcome to "claim" a house and then add/edit comments to provide details later.

For houses: Because there are just too many numbers to list, simply specify a street and the general state of the house you'd like to claim/explore and the mod will provide your house number. Permanent housing post coming soon!

[endlessflask]

Claiming a house on Stoker Park~

General state of the house is "that'd be nice if someone fixed it up" - the garden is overgrown and dead, there are a couple broken windows, chipped paint along the siding. The gutter probably needs immediate cleaning.

[torsion]

For now, Jill will take Room 1 in the Boarding House, I think!

Malcolm Bright - Day 007 - OTA

[abrightboy]

Arrival

When Malcolm's eyes fluttered open, sunlight was filtering through red and orange leaves up above him, stirring lightly in the breeze. He stared at it a moment, at the pattern, letting the faint rustling sound come to him.

He didn't jump up or startle or look around wildly. Largely because his first assumption in the circumstances was that it wasn't real. Sometimes his dreams started off peacefully before something terrible happened. He liked those moments, as rare and fleeting as they were. So he lingered there, on the ground, watching the patterns of the brightly coloured leaves and sunlight and breeze... until the cool of the ground started to seep through his jacket and shirt to his skin. He frowned and then - slowly - sat up and looked around.

Well.

This was different compared to the last time he woke up somewhere unfamiliar. Weirdly calm. Seemingly wide open. He looked down. He was still wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing in the hospital, staring through the glass down at his father's prone form during surgery. Nothing appeared to be missing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, but there was no signal. He slid it back in and got to his feet. There were some houses nearby. He'd head there, see if anyone knew whether something strange was going on.

Later in the day

Having discovered that there was, in fact, something strange going on, Malcolm headed for the centre of town. Find him approaching the library, the town hall or the square.

[tinstar]

The house Malcolm was passing by on his way was a little louder than the rest. The sound of wood being pulled from the wall, creaking and cracking before clattering loudly against the floor, echoed onto itself in the otherwise silent town. If he peered in a window, he might see a lean long man in a dirty t-shirt using a hammer to work another hole into the wall the he could start pulling at. On the couch next to him, a little bit of copper piping was set off to the side.

Was he tearing down the wall? Yes, yes he was but the front and back doors were open and the house was clearly starting to decay on its own.

later in the day

[fika]

"You're new," said with the confidence of someone who was, in fact, keeping tabs and who had all the social graces of a soaked cat.

Malcolm would see what looks to be a kid, no older than fourteen dressed sharp and head canted right as he approached, hands tucked into the pockets of slacks. He was on his way to the Town Hall for further exploration when he saw the other man.

Typically, it wasn't in Five's habit to approach strangers for what could only be equated to small talk. And he was starting to suspect that the pattern of any new arrival was that there wasn't a pattern. But each new arrival could mean a potential clue. Or maybe, he's looking for familiarity in a stranger's face. Whatever smallest probability there was in seeing one of his siblings here, for better or worse.

Instead, it's someone he hasn't at all seen before, looking like he's half-convinced himself this wasn't real. Might as well shatter that illusion quick. Maybe learn something useful, along the way, but Five learned to keep his expectations low. "Just woke up -- on the beach?"

later in the day (ELLO!)

[hellblaze]

John leaned against the wall of one of the shops, eyes closed, enjoying a smoke and the warm sun on his skin. As warm as it was going to get in autumn weather. It was a nice reprieve from the cold, the wet, and the loss of the voices in the dark corner. Though, John had to wonder where it all went.

A sigh and he let out a long line of smoke. The Town Hall turned out a few things, but, never as much as John liked. He felt like he needed to start making a chart in one of those rooms of the house he holed up in. Maybe some string. Oh, he bet that would make people think he'd lost it already.


He opened his eyes just to see a new face walk past - new to him. It wasn't as if John Constantine knew everyone in town.

arrival;

[volunteertomatoes]

Quentin's around long enough to get a brief feel of the place--very brief, a polaroid of a much larger picture--but it's enough that he feels comfortable exploring a little bit.

(He hasn't found Eliot yet, firmly believing he's alone, firmly believing he's trapped in a place that's not quite the Underworld and not quite the Mirror World and not quite plain old New York, and his mind is so anxious about it it's setting his teeth on edge and all he can do is walk a little bit.)

To the treeline is a fairly safe place to explore, and if he's being honest, the whole thing is so overwhelming that he senses himself about to shut down in that old boarding house, so exploration and a walk seem pretty decent. He's lucky he's in a hoodie with the crisp fall weather -- other people might not be so lucky.

He eventually finds his way into an old house. Dilapidated is a mild word for it, though it reminds him eerily of a Brakebills that almost was. He's lost in thought when he hears someone else. His concentration broken, he looks over his shoulder at the other gentlemen.

"Hey."

That's how conversations start, right? Quentin himself is a tired-looking man in his late 20s, short brown hair and a little smaller in height than the average male but fairly broad-chested. His hands are in his hoodie's pockets, lips pressed into a thin line.

Malcolm Bright - Day 008/009 - OTA

[abrightboy]

Malcolm hadn't yet claimed a particular place to live or shelter. He spent the night in the library, once it started getting dark and exploring the town seemed less... feasible.

As it crept towards late morning, Malcolm was not feeling well and his investigation of their prison was starting to take a backseat to paranoia, anxiety and a search for anything to mitigate those problems.

He can be found around town and at some point in the day he will be desperately riffling through the General Store.

He may take a walk into the residential areas and consider a more private shelter if he can figure out how to restrain himself there. He's aware he'll have to go to sleep eventually.

He's still working on the puzzle because, when all else fails, a case is how he distracts himself.

Come the morning of Day 9, Malcolm is hurting. He's taken to walking into houses and riffling the bathrooms, particularly the medicine cabinets. Sorry if you live in the house; if the door isn't locked, he's not checking too carefully anymore.

🔥 john constantine | open & closed prompts

[hellblaze]

( Head on over to the OOC PLOTS or hit me up on plurk (whisperstars) if you'd like to plot! Also leave a note to which day you'd like stuff to be on ♥

Prose or brackets, tag however you feel comfy!)

➝ day 7 - 9 | closed prompts

[hellblaze]

[LOCKED ➝ ZED] i. (day 7) if you believe, believe it will - i believe it's magic.

[ The warm fire and the warmth of her body eventually lured John into an uneasy sleep. The whispers seemed to invade his dreams. He'd always been a bit of a restless sleeper without a bit of whiskey or a fantastic night in bed to put him to sleep, but, this was something else. Tossing and turning hadn't been an option with Zed at his side.

Then, the whispers stopped and that was what pulled him from his slumber.

John opened his eyes to feel the warmth on his skin through the windows and sunlight. He let out a over dramatic cry of discomfort, throwing one of his arms over his eyes.

Sunlight.

He slowly took his arm off his eyes and rolled to the side Zed wasn't. Vision still blurry from sleep, he tried to let it sink in. It was bloody sunny. He would of thought he was back at the Mill House, except for the fact the furniture was all wrong and the sleeping bags were around. John put one hand on the coffee table to pull himself up a bit. ]

Suppose I should be thanking you for that, eh? [ John muttered, glancing up at the ceiling. He didn't feel particularly keen on thanking any deity at the moment. Especially the Almighty. ] Bloody hell.

[LOCKED ➝ ELLIE] ii. you can watch it all burn, but the flame ain't ever done.

[ The sun was out and that meant John was taking a bit of time to air out the house. Get the dust out. If he was going to be in this cursed town for longer than he wanted? Then he was going to make sure it was comfortable. He'd already raided the General Store for enough cigarettes to last him a few days (give or take) - not that he was a fan of the brands, mind you. Asking for Silk Cut was apparently a bit too much.

He hopped down the few steps to the porch on the house on Phillis Drive. His trenchcoat was over the railing and he was rolling up his sleeves. It didn't look like anything was damaged to the house from the bit of spooky night they had. Magical wards were still in place as well. All in all, things seemed as if they were going decent.

Which was what had him worried.

John sighed and put his hands on his hips. Home repair wasn't his scene. Hell, a house wasn't his scene. Still, better than bumming it in the street or a boarding house that would make him feel like he had been shipped off to some reform school. If only he had been so lucky to have that in his youth.

Still, sunlight meant being able to see, and getting in touch with the energies around the property. Maybe it was time to pull open one of those old books he brought back from the Library... ]

[LOCKED ➝ DAISY] iii. ain't no power higher, we're the outlaws and outsiders.

[ Ah, the boarding house. Gave him the willies just looking at it. Not because of some haunting or possession. No, the building was just unsettling. Maybe it was that bit of punk in him reeling at the idea of what a boarding house provoked. Prim, proper, be a good respectful lad and listen to Mum and Dad.

Ta to that.

John still entrees the place as if he owns it, hands in his pockets, swanning on as he takes note of the rooms he's seen before. He's looking for one Daisy Johnson in particular. Just to touch base and make sure she hadn't disappeared in the dark. Not that he thought she had--or anyone had. It is just a comforting notion to make sure of.

He stands in the hallway, tilting his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. Then he raises his voice. ]

Well! I don't suppose a well meaning Destroyer is lurking about anywhere. I'd hate to have to shout!

[ Or, John could just be sensible and go knocking at a damn door. ]

➝ day 7 - 9 | open prompts

[hellblaze]

i. when the matches strike and the gasoline lights, it's only just begun.

[ John had taken note of the General Store when he and Zed passed it. Now, though? Now he was going to hit it up and raid it. Raid meaning the very nice negotiations of claiming things and taking them back to the house. Who was going to stop him? The Creepy Voice Police Force?

He walks down the isles to take note of the stock. The usual you'd expect. Which makes him have a bit of a quicker step. He heads to the specialty drink section -- where one might normally have alcoholic beverages. A bit of something to wash it all down after a long day (or night). Normally.

Mathias doesn't operate on normally. ]

Of bloody course! [ He slams one of the doors shut and turns around, kicking one of the bottom shelves to send objects flying. A deep breath and he making a circle in place before punching the door that he had just closed. Oh, that hurt. It hurt a lot.

Didn't mean he cared at the moment. ]

Have a goddamn town with spooky voices, something watching from the shadows, food as much as you could want, but not bloody alcohol!

[ John finally turns and leans against the door. He sighs and lets his head lean back to hit it with a nice thunk. That moonshine idea from Cowboy Henry isn't sounding too bad at the moment now. ]

ii. they thought I'd change with a little bit of age, but you know i never will.

[ WILDCARD! Want to meet John somewhere? Let me know and we'll plug it here! ]

Quentin Coldwater | OTA

[volunteertomatoes]

i. after arrival;
[ He's sort of got a handle on things. Sort of. It's tenuous at best, since it's his first day here, and his emotions have been spinning between 'this is far too much to handle at this very point in time' and 'sure, this might as well happen.' It's another day ending in Y for Quentin Coldwater, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

Most of the time his hoodie half-zipped up, hands plunged into his pockets. He smokes a cigarette from the nearly done pack that arrived with him, but he's nice enough to either do that while walking or loitering at the entrance.

Towards the end of the day he'll simply sit at a table, holding a tiny piece of plastic -- it looks like a subway pass, bright blue. His facial expression is one of concentration, brows furrowed. Quentin's a pretty quiet guy, all things considered, but he at least looks approachable. Just out of it. ]

ii. Exploration;
[ Eventually, he finds himself out and about. It's a loose term, since Quentin hasn't really gone anywhere--he stays out of the fog thanks to a well-learned lesson. He still looks exhausted but there's a bit of fight in his eyes as he wanders through the place with no particular aim -- he wants to get a general lay of the land first. It's one thing hearing that the place is abandoned, it's another to look at it himself.

He just wishes it didn't remind him of the Mirror World. If he sees someone out and about, he'll give an awkward head-nod, looking painfully out of place and incredibly awkward. ]

iii. Library;
Holy shit.

[ Quentin's just stepped in the building, lips parted looking almost pained. The whole place isn't right. It's unsettling, and that's not just because there's more dust than there should be in a library. He's wondering if what he's heard is true--that there's a huge fuckoff portion of the library that's burned.

More importantly, he wants to see if he can fix any of them. ]

This place really is a mess.

closed to Doc;

[volunteertomatoes]

[ Waking up on a lawn sucks. Quentin imagines this is must me what the alpha male frat boys do in college, 18 and indestructible. He's had a few close calls at Brakebills, but mostly he'd found his way back to his bed, usually by the grace of someone in the house that wasn't a lightweight.

Plus, you know, that one time he passed out in a closet and dealt Julia's little revenge ploy. It's water under the bridge, but it counts. He's older now, and while the thought of partying that much has never appealed to him, but now it's especially heinous.

The point is that its not ideal at all. There's a weird kink in your neck and you're left with a strange feeling of being discarded, and that's not something Quentin particularly feels like exploring right now. Or ever. ]

Shit.

[He at least gets up, peeling himself from the ground, touching at his neck, disoriented and not at all there. He's vaguely aware of someone near him, but at the moment he's trying to get his shit together long enough to discern what happened. ]

Eliot Waugh | OTA

[endlessflask]

➼ i. ARRIVAL

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[ It's not the first time Eliot's woken up on a lawn with no idea where he is, and, if he's being honest, it probably won't be the last. But he usually has some vague idea of what city he's in.

At first, he thinks maybe he's ended up in Fillory. It's a pretty shitty and weirdly modern part of Fillory, though. Eliot squints as he pushes himself up to standing, teetering a bit.

(Maybe his recent party binge wasn't worth it.)

It takes him a few wobbling steps to find some sort of balance or center of gravity, but eventually his legs remember how to work, and he stops the first person he sees. ]

Uh. Hey. How far is New York from here?


➼ ii. ZELDA'S BEAUTY SUPPLY

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[ Eliot feels like he's hit some sort of jackpot. When he found the salon, he wasn't quite sure what he'd find inside, but he thinks he could almost cry. Almost. Life might be shit but he can always pretend like it isn't by looking his best.

He finds a waste paper basket and dumps out the faded receipts and invoices, then he starts filling it with products - hair products, some soaps, razors and shaving cream, and enough skincare to almost have a routine. He's in the process of putting a couple of liners and a decent enough looking shadow or two when he sees someone else come in. ]

There's plenty left if you want some.

[ He's not sharing what's in his basket. ]


➼ iii. STOKER PARK

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[ Eliot's had a day or so to get things moderately figured out. The good news is, it's not the first time he's dimension hopped or whatever. The bad news is, he's never been good at feeling alone, so he's decided to try and just occupy himself with anything and everything.

He's wandered the town. He's raided the salon for his little dragon hoard of beauty products, he's stocked up on cigarettes (what sort of hell hole doesn't have alcohol?), and he's found a house. He figures, given the condition of it, that no one's going to be mad if he decides to move in. And if someone is, well, maybe he can convince them they need a roommate.

The house he's chosen isn't really a looker. Once upon a time, it was probably charming, and while Eliot's not hoping to be here long enough to restore it to it's former glory, he'd at least like to make it habitable.

If you're wandering by, then you'll likely see him standing outside on the lawn, shaking out a dusty blanket. There's a whole pile beside him, of not just blankets, but rugs, too.

You know, just to keep busy. ]

Salon

[abrightboy]

[As part of his investigation of the town, Malcolm makes his way into the salon, expecting it to be empty and run-down like the town hall. He isn't expecting to find someone in there, effectively looting the place, though... 'there's plenty left' is a tempting siren song, since they weren't exactly given the opportunity to pack a toothbrush and, if the situation were contrived, maybe this was the architect's solution to that.]

What have they got?

[His tone is casual and curious, but he's studying the man. Studying his posture and his body language and where he carries the tension in his face.]

Raylan Givens | OTA

[tinstar]

[Happy to write a starter for you, or find him wandering around town as he moves through his days and various investigative tasks - hit me up on the plotting post or hellacopacetic if you like!

Also happy to conform to brackets/prose as preferred!]

◄ Closed - Day 7 | Daisy Johnson

[tinstar]

The sun had come back. There was something inherently hopeful about the sun returning and it spurred Raylan up and out, almost defiantly, to stare at the neighbourhood accusingly. He probably should have bothered to let anyone know where he was going, but he was sure someone heard him slip out. Without question, he knew what today was going to be for. Demolition and collection. Armed with his hat, Raylan went to work. By noon, he'd found and unhooked only maybe two foot of pipe. Less than he'd hoped to find but more possibility than he could have asked for - at least it was here to steal. Having found a rather sturdy hammer, Raylan was ambling his way to the next house; he hadn't decided which one yet, it wasn't like he'd planned far enough to map his route.

But he was distracted by the bob of dark hair ahead of him on the street. He'd been thinking about the faces he'd seen over the past few days and while John's had come around again, he hadn't seen the woman who greeted him. Daisy, he recalled eyes narrowing as his amble took on a more focused purpose, stride lengthening.

Whistling was out of the question, it was unquestionably rude, so he opted for something kinder.

"Daisy." He voiced echoed down the street and he figured either way, the woman would turn around and he'd get his answer.

Doc Holliday | OTA | Day 7

[thering]

Not one but two people now have been bringing up the idea of making some homebrew, and if nothing else, that gives Doc something to keep himself busy with. Don't get him wrong, he's eager to go home as much as anyone else. But what scarce information he can find about this town has only led to more questions, there hasn't been any transport or local in sight, and more people seem to be popping up seemingly out of nowhere. He has a gut feeling he's in this one for the long haul.

He's met some kind of wizard and some extraordinary people who can do incredible things. If they're just as stuck here as he is, he'd rather get to work on something he can do. Doc spends the morning on the move, going from the Boarding House to the Grey Gull to seek supplies. He gathers up empty bottles and whatever corn he can find, whether fresh, dried out or the instant popcorn stuff. Water and sugar also are easy finds at the restaurant, which leaves the yeast.

Not the most important ingredient, but that would have turned a fortnight process into a matter of days.

Quite fortunate then that there is yeast to be found at the General Store, and more corn. He's particularly thrilled about the first aid supplies.

Should he encounter a friendly face or a new face altogether he might spend some time in the Grey Gull before moving on. Otherwise he might strike up conversation at the general store over some of the interesting new finds. Like what the hell is an 'impossible burger'?

"...well it's clearly possible. It's right here in my hand."

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(Will be tagging around for days 8 and 9 but happy to write a starter for anything, and day 11 moonshine party will be a separate mingle thing)

Day 8? @ Zelda's with Coulson

[thering]

The beauty supply store was not what Doc was expecting to find in a town like this. It's adorned in a rather eyecatching shade of pink, but he feels quite comfortable there. He was at the bottom of a well during the feminisation of pink so to him it's still rather masculine and bold and he doesn't feel at all out of place standing around inside inspecting the goods.

He is however, rather perplexed by the selection it has to offer. Oil and soaps he is familiar with, but he's only learnt of shampoo in the past couple of years. And sure, the ladies had a few drawers of makeup and the like, but this is something else entirely.

Turning the can of hairspray around in his hand, the label too small for him to read, he squints at the fine print before giving the can a cursory shake. Some kind of ball rattles around inside and he holds the can of hairspray against his ear, shaking it again.

When he accidentally presses the nozzle down and a puff of hairspray goes flying in front of his face he promptly drops the can and stumbles backwards into a stray chair.

"Lord almighty--" What the hell was that?