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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2020-11-07 10:28 pm

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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hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (scarf 🔥 man is what he loves.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-11-11 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that makes him pause. john looks back at her, eyebrows raised as if to say 'seriously?' he sighs, standing up and walking over to her with the cigarette remaining unlit. a few strides later and he is standing beside rey, looking down at the book. ]

You can't read English. [ he tilts his head at her. ] Yet, here you are, speaking it.
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-11-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
English... We're speaking Basic.

[ she holds the book open to him to confirm. ]

We call this 'High Galactic.' It's another way of transcribing the language Basic, but it's fallen out of practice. Along with parchment too. [ she flips the book back, running her thumb over the pages. it really is a marvel. ] These would be in a museum where I'm from.
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (magic 🔥 your mind can you hear me love.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-11-14 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ english.... basic. funny name for the language, but, the multiverse can vary drastically despite only being a single vibration away from one another. he looks at the book, raising an eyebrow at her. ]

We call that English in my reality. Both spoken and ah, written, as it is. [ he reaches over to grab a pen and paper that someone left on the table eons ago, scribbling his name on the paper and holding it up to her: john constantine. ] Suppose this is 'High Galactic' as well then?
reydacted: (tfa18)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-11-14 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yup. [ she nods in affirmation. ] High Galactic.

[ she stands, taking another piece of paper (it was so abundant here!). without knowing it, she too is writing her name. it's just three script runs when she holds it up. ]

And this is Aurebesh. Resh-Esk-Yirt. Rey.
hellblaze: <user site="tumblr.com" user="centuryshaper">. (orly 🔥 this is a call to arms.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-11-14 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Suppose that's your name then - Rey.

[ he gestures if he can take the paper, then writes how her name sounds to him. rey. then, another gesture to the paper that he wrote on. ]

John Constantine. [ that might be a bit harder in her known language. ] The surnames a bit ancient.
reydacted: (tfa53)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-11-15 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ she takes the paper back with her name written in the two alphabets, examining it. she thinks they are one-to-one for letters which is a comfort. maybe it won't be impossible to wrap her mind around a different system.

she shrugs at the comment about his surname. it's all... well, english to her. ]


I'm just Rey. No family name.
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (sit 🔥 i can't help you when.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-11-15 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ looks like it might be time to find a hooked on phonics book. ]

Lucky you. [ john takes a seat beside her, the cigarette in his mouth coming to life on its own. cheap magic is working so far. ]

Looks like you could use a bit of help in your studies. What is it you're looking for?
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-11-21 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ sorry john, rey-- who grew up in the absence of an obligation to social niceties --has no problem ignoring his question. what's she's looking for likely isn't here.

what's more interesting than that is his trick. ]


How'd you do that?
hellblaze: <user site="insanejournal.com" user="frakkingcylon">. (smoke 🔥 'cause i feel the same.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-11-21 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh for fu--saaaaaaakes. he groans and rolls his eyes. normally he doesn't mind showing off. he is just a bit prickly given ... well. everything. ]

Magic. [ said flatly, matter of fact. he's surprised someone in this town hasn't heard about it yet. ] It's not workin' like it should be. Meaning until we need to use it? No point in worrying about it.

[ he gestures to the book again. ] Tell me what you're hunting for and I might show you somethin' else.
reydacted: (tfa53)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-11-24 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Magic.

[ she repeats, tipping her head with an eyebrow raised it like she clearly doesn't believe it.

and then shakes it off because she does want to see more. sounds like he's having some of the same problems she is with the force though. ]


I'm trying to find something that isn't written in this blasted ancient alphabet everyone's content to use. Don't suppose you've heard of Aurebesh, have you?
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (body 🔥 and i know i know.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-11-24 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Don't need you to believe it to know it's real, luv. It's how I live my life.

[ he leans back in the chair as she answers. ] Can't say that I have. But, given this town seems to be based in that blasted ancient time we're all more or less from? You'll have a hard time finding something else. Unless it's in Spanish.

[ john looks down at the book with a frown. ] Plenty of this town doesn't ring right. It operates on it's own rules.