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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The rain doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Hell, it's soothing if he's honest. Do you know how long it's been since he's had a goddamn shower?

... 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?

Ellie and Rey are still staying in the house Ellie had found the first night. While Ellie is pretty adaptable as a rule, she hasn't found any reason to move her base anywhere else. It's not like anywhere else is fucking better, after all. House is a house. She doesn't mind sharing with Rey.

She's not entirely sure what day it is when Negan shows up outside. She has no idea if he's new new or just someone she hasn't met yet. But she's in the kitchen eating dry cereal out of the box because of the weird fucking novelty of that. It's really just luck that she hears him.

She sets her cereal box on the counter and goes to the door, though doesn't open it yet.

"Depends who's asking," she calls back, maybe still with her mouth half-full.

Oh, well. He hadn't been sure he'd actually get a response. He holds up his hands to show he's not armed, he's not meaning anything. He's not dumb enough to think he's got an edge here yet and he's not gonna get himself killed. He had no idea if whoever's talking is peeping at him through the door, but he figures it's a strong possibility.

"Jesus, I'm not a debt collector or whatever the fuck. Name's Negan. I just got here and I'm kinda lost, that's all."

Claire is on... well. The equivalent of a patrol. Even if perhaps it's more in the hopes of letting the rain wash away her hangover, long blonde hair long drenched, though the leather jacket at least keeps her from soaking through to the bone. Damn Moonshine. She's... armed, but only in the improvised way of things. Her poor man's baseball bat is a broken off chair leg she carries in one hand. There's a dull kitchen knife in her boot, and a firepoker sticking out of her backpack.

The voice catches her attention, and she purses her lips.

Lots of strangers lately.

Screw this place.

"I don't know that I can see you pull the dress or the slippers, but this sure isn't Kansas."

"Whoa--" He follows the voice to the girl, his eyes scanning her. Jury's out on whether the kid's an actual threat, but it doesn't stop him from flashing a friendly enough grin.

"Don't you just look bad ass." He shrugs his shoulders. "And I can't argue that. Never had the legs for a skirt."

He gestures around them. "What the shit kinda place is this?"

"Not just looking it."

She smirks, cocky but not in the way of someone over-compensating. Her entire stance seems relaxed, but guarded - not someone fearing trouble, but someone prepared for it - and someone confident enough she can handle what blows her way.

"Mathias Township. Just your average little shit hole with outdoted tech and a vanished population. The occasional stretch of night without daylight, and vice versa. The occasional storm that puts a primal fear into your bones. You know... the usual, really, for suburbs. You got a name, newcomer?"

"Well, excuse the hell outta me, Ms. Badass." Kid looks like she can carry herself and he's not about to give her shit over that. Creepy as this place looks? He's gonna assume that's a quality one needs.

He lets out a laugh. "Well, sounds like the best little place to be. Does this place by any chance have running water at the very least?"

He might be genuinely interested in a proper fucking shower after all. "Name's Negan. How about you?"

"On occasion."

When the storm doesn't knock shit out, when the town doesn't get weird - weirder than before.

"Let's say I'd not trust in any amenities functioning without hiccups. Name's Claire, though I'll take Ms. Badass, too - I won't say 'nice to meet you', because well. I mean, this isn't exactly a great place by many measures of 'great'."

Edited 2020-11-30 04:42 (UTC)

"I like Ms. Badass, myself." There's a friendly grin flashed her way before his attention is drawn around them.

"So, what kinda place is this? Just want to know how to watch my own ass while I'm here, you know."

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