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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- ellie (the last of us),
- klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- negan (the walking dead),
- raylan givens (justified),
- ~ claire novak (supernatural),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ eliot waugh (the magicians),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ number five (the umbrella academy),
- ~ phil coulson (marvel live action),
- ~ quentin coldwater (the magicians),
- ~ rey (star wars),
- ~ thomas richardson (apostle)
012-014 ยป even the air itself was grey
WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias.
WHEN: Days 012-014
WHAT: The weather is behaving strangely. Again.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED โซ Michael Andrews "Liquid Spear Waltz"
CONDITIONS UPDATES
OOC UPDATES
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WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias.
WHEN: Days 012-014
WHAT: The weather is behaving strangely. Again.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED โซ Michael Andrews "Liquid Spear Waltz"
DAYS 012-014 โThe overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usual, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes.โ
—Simona Panova, โNightmarish Sacrificeโ
Rain has returned to Mathias. While those who remember the storms from nearly two weeks ago may fear reprisal of such tumultuous weather, this rain is far tamer. The cloudy grey skies let loose a steady drizzle that remains constant from start to finish, which is in itself, perhaps, a bit unusual. The patter of droplets against windows, small streams forming in the roads and on grass as the ground becomes saturated, all of it may seem normal to some, but a little too normal to others.
What is without question abnormal, however, is the sun. Though it cannot be seen distinctly behind the thick grey clouds, its light remains as constant as the rain throughout these three days. Hour after hour, regardless of the time of day, there is light in the sky. Unchanging, an inescapable reminder that Mathias is not home, and none who are brought here have any control over what will occur in this place.NEW ARRIVALS
Once again, more unfortunate souls have been brought to Mathias by unknown means, deposited at the edge of the forest near the empty houses that tell of those who once lived in this strange little town. They may find themselves wandering through the trees until they encounter the strange fog that envelops the town, or stumbling upon the rotting remains of houses that have felt the passage of time more than others.
LOCATIONS
LIGHTHOUSE Residents will notice the lighthouse to the north of Mathias, situated on a cliff that is above the town level. Even the most observant individuals will not have noticed it before now, which might be quite unsettling to some. There is no path available to reach the lighthouse at this time, though residents are welcome to try — they will be blocked by fog in the forest and a sense of unease that becomes debilitating if they walk too far along the beach.
NO NEW LOCATIONS are available for exploration at this time. Residents are welcome to further explore available locations, including utilizing AP rewards at locations they may have previously explored.
— CLOCKS continue to be unreliable. Some may keep irregular time at different rates, while others have ceased to work at all, each having stopped at a different time.
— VOICES are not 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 both typical and atypical for late fall. Temperatures consist of chilly "sweater weather" days and nights that can dip below freezing — you don't want to be outside without a coat when the sun goes down. A constant light rain continues for all three days, only stopping on the night of the third day. And for all three days, there is constant cloudy grey sunlight, with the sun unable to be seen and tracked from behind the cloud cover. Darkness will return to Mathias on the third night when the rain stops.
— FOG continues to block the way of those wishing to travel further than the Town Hall, and all who venture into the forest will be met by its impenetrable wall after a few hundred yards. The fog will allow none to pass; those who try will find themselves overcome by fear and panic so intense, they can physically do nothing but flee back the way they came.
— HOUSING LISTINGS now have a permanent home! A few of these may have been missed or information might have changed, so please do submit updates as needed, including if your character moves into a new location or if there are rooms still available at said location.
— NEW PLAYERS are still arriving with each new log, so make sure to keep an eye on our ooc intro post. (An easy way to do this is to track the post — click the bell icon, select More Options, and track when someone makes a new top-level.)
— INFORMATION may publicly be shared between characters at the bulletin board in the town hall. This is meant to be a permanent place for pieces of the Mathias puzzle to be shared and archived to both help information be shared ICly and to allow new players to easily dive into the mystery.
— THE CALENDAR has been updated through the end of the year. With the approaching holiday season, we will continue a lighter log schedule, but as always, players are welcome to create their own logs, conduct intensive investigators, and make more terrible decisions. (The mod is always happy to enable these shenanigans, never hesitate to reach out with ideas.)
QUESTIONS ABOUT THE LOG?
HOUSING DESIGN/EXPLORATION
PING THE MOD
Malcolm Bright - Day 12 Closed and OTA
Malcolm had fallen asleep on the floor of the screened in porch, his empty glass nearby. The alcohol didn't do anything to silence the noise inside him. Not the voices that spoke to his worst fears and insecurities, not the buzzing that made him feel like his whole body was full of bees. But it did knock him the fuck out, eventually. He hadn't slept beyond nodding off for a few minutes here and there since he'd arrived and between being off his medication and sleep deprivation, he hadn't had much longer to function even a little bit if it weren't for the two cowboys who'd taken him in.
Hell, if it weren't for Raylan, he might have gone over the edge of those lighthouse stairs and been done with it.
It was well into the wee hours of the morning, by the time he started stirring in his sleep. At first, it was innocuous; a little tossing and turning. A little mumbling. Mumbling became words, spoken louder and louder. "No, don't. NO!" His arms lashing out, fighting something that wasn't there. He hit his glass into the wall beside it with one hand, but didn't wake when he cut himself. He rolled to his feet and ran, screaming, into the house, crashing into the kitchen as he fell over a chair in his path and still not awake as he continued to fight with whatever he imagined knocked him over. He left a path of blood drops from the porch to the kitchen. The scene, overall, looked worse than it probably was. It didn't help that he was still howling bloody murder.
Afternoon of Day 12 - OTA
At least, he thought it was afternoon. The rain had been drizzling on uniformly for what must have been hours by the time he found a raincoat in the house he'd chosen to shelter in and he put it on, venturing out into the grey to walk into town. He couldn't sit in one place. He needed... something. Something he knew wasn't there. But he was still going to look for it because he couldn't do nothing. [Catch him anywhere around town.]
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For someone who's nursing one hell of a headache and who's still a little groggy from last night's binge, Doc somehow manages to hurry over towards Malcolm without tripping over himself or crashing into Malcolm. Even though he thinks he can manage this on his own, there's nothing he can do to help keep the commotion from awakening Raylan.
Is it a bad idea to try and restrain Malcolm? He does not know. It seems like the safest option, pushing aside all the nearby furniture and kicking away all the glasses and bottles within kicking range, getting around behind Malcolm and wrapping his arms around him, gripping onto his wrists, keeping his elbows down and out the way from any accidents even as blood starts trickling down the backs of Doc's hands. Just because Malcolm looks like a wiry fella doesn't mean it's easy holding him down.
"Whoa, hey--" Well, no use talking to him, he's fast asleep, but no point in staying silent either. "Ssshh shh shh. Easy now, son. It's alright. You're alright. Ain't nobody's gon' hurt you." And he'll cycle through as many soothing phrases as he knows even though the kicking and screaming is drowning his voice out.
God, he needs more hands to be doing this. And maybe rewind last night, cut that last bottle out.
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In his exploration, he finds himself at the video store, just idly glancing through VHS tapes, which don't actually strike him as all that odd or old because they were still widely used back home. He sighs in an overdramatic, bored manner, "Come ooonn. Isn't there something worth watching in this heap?" He whines to no one in particular.
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Day 13 - OTA / Day 14 - Closed to Raylan Givens
[Catch him around town or at home at 1306 Phillips Drive.]
Day 14
Raylan wanted to check out the library and Malcolm knew it pretty well. He had lived there for a little while. Also, Raylan was such a steady and calm figure, Malcolm liked his company. Unlike the hike to the forest, a walk into town seemed much more manageable and Raylan hadn't seemed averse to him tagging along.
"If they left their houses willingly," he was saying as they walked, "that would fit with the condition they're in, but how to explain the houses that are in an advanced state of decay? I haven't found a reasonable explanation for that yet."
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Day 13 @ 1306
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Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy
Klaus Hargreeves is no stranger to waking up in unfamiliar places with no memory of how he got there, or those places even occasionally being outside. However, he hasn't actually been living that life for awhile now. Sure, he started imbibing a bit here and there, but can anyone blame a guy for needing a little something to take the edge off of a second Apocalypse? Surely not.
Still. There is really nothing in his last recollections that add up to "passed out at the edge of a forest". They were all set to go back home, to their proper timeline, Apocalypse Numero Dos pleasantly averted, lives back to... well, the Hargreeves had never had normal, had they? So maybe this just tracks with the way the rest of his life has gone.
He groans and pushes himself to a sitting position, trying to get his bearings. Harder than he'd like to manage, considering all the dense fog surrounding the place. He groans again, a little higher-pitched, drawn out longer to be more of a whine this time as he pulls himself up to his feet and dusts the seat of his pants off. "What Stephen King fuckery is this?" he mutters to himself as he starts off in the direction that looks like it might be hiding civilization of some kind.
II. Exploring Various - OTA
Getting the cliffnotes version of things from Five has left Klaus more curious than he already was by virtue of where and how he woke up, so it's probably not too surprising that he decides to wander around and scope the weird little town out.
He stops by the General Store to take a peek at the sort of things that are stocked there. He plucks a pack of cigarettes from the stash along with a lighter and a bottle of Fufu Berry Jones Soda. "I haven't seen these in years," he laughs to himself on his way out of the store.
One might also catch him at the Beauty Shop, where he carefully nicks a bottle of black nail polish and eyeliner that he slips into his pocket for later as he looks around at the stock of the place. Most of it is pretty outdated, but Klaus could hardly care.
Perhaps you catch him between his explorations, or somewhere else all together. He can be found just about anywhere, as he tries to get a feel for the town.
III. Settling Boarding House - OTA
Klaus spent a large majority of his life flitting from one place to another after the Academy disbanded. Permanent living space was never much of a thing, when he floated between parties and couches alike. In fact, the most stable he'd been was with Destiny's Children, and that... was sure a trip and a half, wasn't it? Even if he's still mostly confused about everything in this place, he finds it easy enough to settle in at the boarding house, where his brother absolutely demanded he stay. Strange, tiny, angry grandpa that his brother is, he'd been here longer, and Klaus really didn't have a problem with deferring to his request at this point.
Over these first few days, he can be found snooping around downstairs, trying unsuccessfully to get into the locked door on the third floor, hogging time in the bathroom on the second floor, or downstairs in the living area, painting his nails a lovely shade of black.
IV. Wildcard
Plot with me here/on discord @ loyalwolf#3540, or just throw something at me!
arrival ! gdi klaus
Perhaps he should consider himself exceptionally lucky to have just scraped by with a bad headache and a worse mood, given the unpredictable tendency of moonshine. The rain was starting to come down, and he has his hands stuffed into a dark navy windbreaker he'd found in one of the several houses. Blessing and curse that so many of the missing residents seemed to have had children about the same size as he. He'd shrugged the shorts for slacks, too, with that blatant refusal of straying too far from his preferred, fastidious fashion choices.
The apocalypse of old didn't have so many options. This place did, at least.
Everything is still disorienting, head heavy on his shoulders as he rolls it off. Of course, the drinking hadn't helped ward off the memories of the snow covered graveyard, or the bruising, scraped knuckles that the incremental weather did little to sooth over. Seven grave heads, Umbrella Academy emblems as stark across them as his own tattoo etches into the skin of his arm. Even the worn ones were too distinct for him to not recognize.
And what the hell did the hatch marks mean?
He'd counted them all off in his head as he walked, closer and closer to the forest edge. It's ironic, deeply and viciously so, that he'd counted four umbrellas, 2 tallies when his eyes scrape by the tree line and catch a silhouette that's so viscerally familiar that Five stumbles. Blinks once. Twice. Owlish confusion.
His heartbeat drums against his chest, picks up loud in his ears as everything goes rigid and in the next moment, he's teleporting himself to Klaus faster than he can consider anything otherwise.
He ignores the wave of nausea the motion spurs, emboldened by hangover and power restriction both, lands on stubbornly steady feet to Klaus' right.
"Klaus?" It's hissed out more than asked, body in age-crooked disbelief. He doesn't trust this place not to pull something horrible.
He just...wasn't sure if he hoped to see his siblings here, or the opposite, and can't find it within himself to think on that too long. Was he relieved? He shouldn't be, but he is. "Shit. And you kept the hat."
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settling โ boarding house manicures
She'd spent most of her 'day' combing through records at the Town Hall again, painstakingly going through every piece of boring paper she could find and wishing desperately that a computer would magically appear for her to hack. Instead, she'd ended up with two papercuts and clothes covered in dust. And someone had apparently taken the second floor bathroom hostage, so she'd had to shower on the third floor.
After changing into loose flannel pants and a sweatshirt, she heads downstairs, damp hair loose around her shoulders and two rolls of long fabric strips in hand. After too many days of using bandages to cover her injuries, this seems like the better option. (Something might happen where they'd need those bandages, after all, and she'll be just fine with this.) She doesn't expect to find anyone down in the living room, they all seem to be on fairly different schedules whenever someone's not cooking, but instead—
"Hey." It's a tired greeting with a tired smile offered to the guy she doesn't recognize as she steps into the room, but hey, she's trying. "I didn't realize anyone was down here."
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II
"Thought I was looking at Jesus for a moment, thought I could ask you to turn a little water into wine for me."
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III
Claire lives on the third floor. She's leaning against he door frame of her room, watching Hippie Jesus fiddle with the door. No dice on that - though she has... certain intentions for that door. Once she's over the moonshine.
"That door is an asshole."
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settling, day 12!
He bangs, very loudly, on the bathroom door, with the whorl of his fist. "Whoever's in there," he calls, his tone waspish, "I suggest you finish your ablutions and make your way out now."
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rey (star wars)
day 13 - library (open)
rey sits among a pile of books torn off the shelf, tucked between the stacks and shelves, hidden from view from the main reading area. each one she flips through seems not to yield what she's apparently looking for and it's speedily moved to the growing pile behind her that looks like it's about to topple. while persistent and stubborn, she's been at this for a long time now. frustrated, she leans back and blows out a puff of air through pursed lips when she covers her eyes with folded arms. ]
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day 13 (closed)
she was going to wait for dark, but while the town was blanketed in it for days not too long ago, now it doesn't seem to come. these day and night cycles make no sense.
she creeps around the back of his house. scaling the lattice work and downspouts are difficult with everything covered in the perpetual rain, but she manages. these locks are so easy to click open when the force cooperates here.
she slips into his what she assumes he's using as his bedroom and she is suddenly overwhelmed with just how personal this endeavor is. she decides to do a single lap around his house. just to make sure nothing is up.
but her stealth is betrayed by overly squeaky floorboards. ]
day 14 (open)
she's set herself up on the porch of the grey gull, wrapped in an oversized sweater she scavenged from one of the houses. next to her steaming cup of tea are a couple of dessert plates, having apparently found pie an appropriate breakfast before she starts on her task.
from afar, she might look quite studious, they way she is carefully writing on the papers spread out in front of her. upon closer inspection, though, she's copying letters out of a children's book, practicing printing the english alphabet. she's still on a. ]
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๐ฅ john constantine | open to all | will match format
โ day 12 [ narrative/closed ]
โ day 13 [ the grey gull ]
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โ day 13 [ not the grey gull ]
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โ day 14 [ the beach ]
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QUESTIONS?
HOUSING
Add'l housing claim on #1306
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MOD SPOT
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1) Claire and Five want to use the Skeleton Key on the Attic Door. She'll spend 2 AP for a Spot Hidden on the door if it doesn't open, or alternatively on whatever awaits behind it.
2) Claire and Five wants to search Town Hall for records, maps, anything of particular note, especially where it partains to the date Claire discovered on the Halloween Event. Five will spend 2 AP for A Spot Hidden here.
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Doc Holliday | Wynonna Earp
Day 13 | @Negan
He's wearing a slate blue shirt with the top three buttons undone, trousers a tinge of grey lighter than his dark coat, and his black hat obscures his features as he keeps his head down, back turned to the stranger approaching him. He seems to be... stripping bark? Off a particularly prominent willow tree. With a butter knife.
Desperate times and all.
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Negan | The Walking Dead
Day 12 | OTA
... Well, not long since he found old Rick and co., but that's beside the point. He'll take a nice dose of water where he can get it, even in freaky deaky Creepsville or whatever the fuck this is. He shifts his weight a bit as he eyes the rows of empty houses. Strangely, that's not the unnerving bit. He's used to seeing dilapidated buildings and looted homes. It's the goddamn apocalypse.
"Well, give me a dog and call me Dorothy because I am a hell of a long way from home." There's no reason to be talking right now, no one seems to be around, but fuck if it doesn't soothe his nerves somewhat. Eventually, he approaches some of those empty homes, peering in through a window thoughtfully.
"Anybody home? Hello?" He draws the last out in a sing-song voice, even if he fully expects nothing.
What he needs, ASAP, is a fucking weapon. What, he can get dropped off, but he can't have fucking Lucille with him?
lmk if this needs changing!
Nope, this is perfect!
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Day 14 | OTA
โ general store.
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thomas โ apostle
๐ฅ DAY 13
๐ฅ DAY 14
๐ฅ WILDCARD
Day 13
He made his way to the boarding house, to room number 2 and knocked. He already knew what the answer was and it wasn't going to be any more pleasant for this person than it had been - and continued to be - for him.
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Day 14
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Day 12
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day 13 โ the grey gull.
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Phil Coulson | Days 12-14 | OTA
Day 12 | Hangover from hell
He didn't want to move from his room, but he dimly remembers that there's coffee downstairs, and coffee supposedly helps those who are nursing a bad hangover.
On his way to the kitchen area, he's mumbling things to himself, things that might not make sense, but are courtesy of the strange mood that's been clinging to him lately. "Hey Siri, remind me never to drink that much moonshine again."
... At least, that's what he'd say if he had a working phone and a working virtual assistant to go along with it. Since he doesn't have either of those things, it gives him the unfortunate appearance of talking to thin air. They do say not to engage the crazy, but Coulson's not crazy, just extremely miserable.
But hey, misery loves company, right?
Day 13 | Reel Rentals
tw brief mention of depression
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Day 14 | The lighthouse
number 5 / the umbrella academy
day 14 - closed to doc
its telling in the wear under his eyes that even his youthful visage couldn't hide. hair in a bit more disarray, hands angrily shoved into the pockets of a dark coat he's found.
he seeks doc out, because he needs a change of scenery, or pace or something. more than that, he needed to ask him something. five was no stranger in making deals when his family was involved. and this place had dragged one of its members in here. which was a declaration of war where five was concerned.
so here he is, seeking out a man who is better than he is. to ask of him something he doesn't have the right to really ask.
the other wasn't terribly hard to track down in a town like this - he meets him close to the house he was staying him, jumps to him with a pop of spacetime. ] Hey.
There's new shops around. Figured I'd check them out. Could find something interesting. [ he was still shit at simply saying want to come?, and instead lets the implication hang. ]
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This morning, in the Grey Gull, Ellie decides to chill there (though less literally today than some other days, thankfully) with her journal. She's sketching on a page, nothing too fancy or thought out. After awhile, the eerie visage of Mathias Township appears on the page, hidden in pieces by shaded fog. She's a pretty good artist, and she has a talent for capturing the feel of places like this. It's probably because she's been raised in a nightmare world already, so she's used to things just being weird, tense, and terrible.
She's pretty absorbed in this drawing process, and in writing little snippets of words next to it, things she hears in her head a little like song lyrics. She really should see if she can find a guitar anywhere.
B; day 14 for Rey
Ellie has always liked movies. It's so weird to think about what the world must have been like before she was born, before everything went to shit and the Infection spread everywhere. She can barely imagine what goes into making movies, let alone things like theatres. Sure, she's been inside movie theatres but they're all rundown now, torn up and abandoned and decaying like pretty much everything else.
The rental store seems ludicrous to her here, still full of movies like it's just waiting to do business again. Well, at least it gives them something to do in the boring, dreary nights while they're stuck here.
So she brings a couple home. Of course, she doesn't have any idea what Rey's home world is like, or if they have anything like movies. She just picks one that she likes a lot out of the pile, something that isn't full of dreary death necessarily but has some fun times and also a hot lady lead: Tomb Raider.
She finds Rey in the living room.
"Hey, uh...I was gonna see if the TV works to watch a movie. You wanna join?"
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Getting out of the house is probably what she really needs so it's what she does. Maybe she could apologize to people for the night before or at least find a distraction for the mess of emotions she still felt. For a while she wonders, a part of her felt like she should be at the town hall or library trying to do research - maybe even trying to force a vision. To do something to try and get more answers for everything that was happening here. But she also doesn't have the energy for that right now.
She stopped when she spotted a girl she didn't recognize, it looked like she was drawing. Zed can't help herself and she slowly made her way over to the girl, careful not to startle her. She knew what it was like to get wrapped up in your art - it was like nothing else in the world existed.
"What are you drawing?"
I am SO SORRY I didn't see this til now!