villagelogs | 012-014 » 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!

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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.

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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[He nods and makes a note of the address. He'll definitely have to go say hi, sometime.]

Yeah, pretty much. Fuckin' sucks. [He shakes his head a bit and sighs.] I don't get it... I've never seen anything like it.

[Once upon a time, it would have simply been a relief. These days, it makes him more concerned.]

Usually it would mean they've moved to Heaven or Hell...

[ there is a frown in his tone then. If only this place were that simple.

No, John thinks there is something more sinister at foot. Something that lurks beyond w here they can see, feel, or touch. Something that is holding everything in this place where it is. ]

Yeah, I guess... [He was always pretty much agnostic, but that moment with the girl on the bike... She was obviously God, or something like it, and the idea of some sort of Afterlife was the smallest bit more believable to him than it had once been.

But still— ]

But I’ve never seen a place so devoid of ghosts, man... seriously. The absence of them creeps me out, honestly.

[There was a time when he would have been ecstatic about this, but things are different now. He’s more in tune with his powers, and with the constant companions that follow him everywhere he goes. The lack of that constant puts him on edge in a way he can’t quite explain.]

It's an unnatural place, this town. Something happened to change it. Not just the fact time is broken or that you'll get lost in the fog. It was something else. Something....

[ He shakes his head. ]

Can't say I know what it is, which says a lot coming from me.

We'll figure something out. There's enough of us here. If nothing else, dumb luck'll trip us into something useful eventually.

[He smirks a little at the thought. That's sort of the way he's used to things happening, these days, after all. He knows Five is trying. John is coming at it from different angles but he has own theories, it seems like. Or lack of them, but he's trying to build them, maybe. He's sure others are looking into things on their own, too.]

Me and dumb luck don't get on too well. Luck in general is a fickle mistress when it comes to me.

[ Just, for the record. ]

Been at this for two weeks - give or take. Time is broken here and gets a bit fuzzy with the days. Especially considering we were in pitch darkness for a bit.

Eh, maybe. But you're not the only one in this town. Everyone else's chances for it has to screw up the probability of yours at least a little in the right favor.

[Or he's just wishful thinking. But whatever. He's gonna stick to that thought for as long as he can. Even when things are absolutely insane for his family back home, they always find a way out. Rewrite history. Whatever it takes. They'll figure this out. They always figure it out, even when the odds seem stacked against them. Maybe especially then.]

[ John turns his head towards Klaus, a raise of his eyebrows. Right. It sounds nice on paper, but, his bad luck will tank the luck of everyone around him. It happens. That's how his life goes. He's a well and black hole that sucks goodness up and returns it with a void.

He accepted that a long time ago. ]

Are you always so stupidly optimistic?

[His answer comes through a snort of laughter, shaking his head.] No. No, not at all.

Oh, well. Looks like you've lost a bit of smarts then. There's nothing optimistic about the world. Though, if it helps you sleep at night.

[ He gestures to the set of houses up ahead. ] I've nestled over down at 1387 if you ever need anything.

Edited 2020-12-13 04:16 (UTC)

Anything that helps with a little sleep. [Which is to say, he'll lie to himself to make himself feel better, until he can't ignore the worse.

He nods a little.] I'm at the boarding house. I'll see you around.

[He gives the other man a little wave and makes his way back toward that bit of town. Five's probably wondering what the hell he's doing, anyway.]

Right.

[ Guess who doesn't believe that. ]

Everyone's at the bloody boarding house like we're children.

[ Still, there's a nod. Ciao, buddy. ]

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