012-014 » even the air itself was grey

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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!

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DAYS 012-014
“The 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.”
—Simona Panova, “Nightmarish Sacrifice”

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.

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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.

CONDITIONS UPDATES

— 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.

OOC UPDATES

— 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.)

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Comments

[reydacted]

[ even good penmanship is a rare skill where paper is practically non-existent. she can scratch aurebesh, carving it into the sides of ships, but holding a pencil is weird. she thought she'd be pretty good given how precisely she can handle a tool, but the pencil just feels awkward in her hands, and the motion is foreign.

on a gloomy day like today, she didn't expect to get much company.

a little embarrassed that it seems she's working on a skill everyone else has perfected here, she leans over her papers, crossing her arms to obscure the makeshift worksheets. her smile seems a little forced. ]

Uhm-- yes. Just brushing up. Practicing really.

[volunteertomatoes]

[ Quentin recognizes that posture almost immediately, and it's solely because he'd done the exact same thing, countless time, shirking highschool classmates and not admitting what he'd had written was Fillory and Further fanfiction. ]

Cool. [ He genuinely means it, leaning over to try to get a peek. ] Practicing what?

[reydacted]

[ this time she's a little bit more obvious in how she crosses her arms, leaning on her elbow onto the paper. she twists the pencil awkwardly between her knuckles. fidgeting really. ]

Oh, it's nothing really. Silly really.

[volunteertomatoes]

You know that definitely means it's something, right?

[ He's not making a grab for it though, he's not a dick: just mildly teasing and trying to crane his neck just a bit to see. ]

I used to write fanfiction, believe me, whatever it is can't be worse than that.

[reydacted]

[ her eyebrows raise. she's not really sure what he means by fanfiction, but it feels like a confession. an invitation to bond over some vulnerability if she extended the same courtesy.

being guarded all the time does get exhausting... she moves her arms, pulling out one of her worksheets. ]

Everyone here uses a lettering system I'm not used to. I'm trying to teach myself it.

[volunteertomatoes]

[ Quentin holds his hand out, a silent gesture to ask if he can take it to examine it more thoroughly. She seems a bit strange in a way Quentin can't place--he can certainly understand the hesitance in a way only someone who's a bit of a social outcast can, but that's about it.

It's sort of refreshing. There's an awful lot of oversharers. ]

What do you call it? [ And, for a shot in the dark: ] You Fillorian?

[reydacted]

No. I've never heard of that.

[ she shakes her head. no dice, but it's the first place someone has offered her that isn't earth. she finds that intriguing.

but back to the letters. she looks back down at her sheets, thumbing through them before handing them over. ]

This is what we would call High Galactic. It's fallen out of practice. But this also looks like real parchment, so maybe it makes sense.

[volunteertomatoes]

[ Quentin takes them with a small nod of appreciation--one avid nerd to another, slightly less of a nerd, if a nerd at all--and he sits down next to her. It's enough that there's space between them and he's not crowding her, not wanting to loom.

(as much as someone 5'8" can loom, but that's semantics.) ]

High Galactic--like, "Galaxy" galactic?

[reydacted]

[ a quick nod to confirm that assumption. ]

Yeah. I'm not sure where it originated now that I think about it. Probably back when we had real paper made out of plant materials like this too.