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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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I. Arrival Forest edge/in town - closed to

fika

{In a land so unfamiliar

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

{A deep unrest crawls under my skin

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

{It's so hard to find a soft place to land

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
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Edited 2020-11-08 20:50 (UTC)

Five had a hangover.

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."

That disruption of energy, static and ozone in the air, the snap of blue-white light and the familiar pop! does nothing to calm Klaus' nerves. He stops short, jumping in his skin as he's suddenly cut off in his path by his own brother. "Oh, hey, Five!" he trills in that nearly song-like tone he so favors when he greets people. "I almost didn't recognize you without the shorts." he smirks, unable to restrain himself from the gentle tease.

"Are the others here?" he asks, hopeful, expectant, already glancing around like he might catch sight of Allison or Diego hanging around somewhere in the fog. The remark about his hat earns a grin and he traces a finger over the rim of it. "'Course, why wouldn't I?"

For a moment, Five stares again.

It's so distinctly, unmistakably Klaus, from the singsong cadence to the long lanky limbs and the piss-poor timing of humour. That natural rhythm of barely missing a beat, despite being deposited hell knows where, separated and (almost) alone, again.

Christ, Five's glad he found him. Now he just has to make sure - to. make sure he doesn't lose track. Because if he finds a way out - or when - he does not want to spend three days trying to find him again.

There's another brief second where Five has to resist the urge to knock the hat from his brother's head but somehow decides that that would be too petty, even for him.

"No one else is here, Klaus. This isn't anywhere near where we're supposed to be. This isn't even 2019," he pinches the bridge of his nose, before he gives Klaus a once-over, irritation belying genuine concern. "You okay? What's the last thing you remember?"

"So far," he says it like it's a correction to his brother's declaration of them being alone. "We all found each other in the 60's, eventually. I'm sure we'll find the others sooner or later."

He seems to almost ignore the questions he's asked all together as he starts walking again, wanting to be anywhere but near the woods right now. "I guess you gotta work on keeping your calculations right when you're travelling with so many people, huh?" It's not really a fault thing, or a blame thing, just... well. This has happened twice now, hasn't it? Maybe it's just not within Five's powers capabilities to properly jump so many people at one time.

"Where-n-when're we even at, Five?"

He hates that Klaus is proving his own statement right. So far, he says, and stands before him as tangible proof and Five could fucking scream.

"It wasn't me this time," he can't keep his voice down, and finds his hackles rising when Klaus begins to, simply, walking away.

That gets under his skin, pushes to the surface something desperate that he's kept shoved down in place of professional pragmatism - or something as close to it as it could get in this place.

So when his brother turns and starts walking, Five blinks into his direct path.

"We had a briefcase. It was all. Set. Apocalypse gone. Ready to go home. And then I show up here, fourteen days ago."

In the grand scheme of things, Klaus' leap of logic makes perfect sense. So perfect that even Five thought the same at first, except for the glaring factor that this wasn't some messed up calculation he could fix himself. It didn't mean he stopped trying, but...he takes a breath. "This is Mathias Township. And it doesn't have a date."

Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

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