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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Thomas has run clean out of patience, although perhaps he never had much in the first place. A shared bathroom is all well and good in theory, but only when it is in fact shared, and not being used exclusively by one person for... well, he doesn't know how long it's been at this point, but it feels like hours. Going upstairs to the next floor's bathroom is a frustrating dead end unless he wants to substantially worsen the aches and pains that seem to have replaced normal function for him — and in any case, it's the principle of the thing. You just don't get to hog a shared bathroom. It's fundamentally unfair.

He bangs, very loudly, on the bathroom door, with the whorl of his fist. "Whoever's in there," he calls, his tone waspish, "I suggest you finish your ablutions and make your way out now."

He's been here less than twelve hours and everything he's already heard, and some that he's seen for himself, is absolutely fucking insane. Sorry if he needed to escape into an island of bubbles behind bathroom doors for awhile to pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.

"My abu-what?" He calls back, incredulous and confused. And yes, that is the most response you get right now, sir.

Thomas sets his jaw. Of course, on top of everything else, now he has to engage with a simpleton. He sighs, resting his fist against the door and, after a moment, his forehead too. Tiredness washes over him in a steady, endless wave.

"Your ablutions," he repeats around gritted teeth, with very little patience. "Whatever you're doing in there. At a guess I'd say counting every hair on your head, considering how long you've had this door locked. It cannot possibly take this long to wash yourself."

"Ablutions," he echoes with a bit of an over-the-top accent behind his words before he snickers slightly. He has no idea what that means, but it might be one of the funniest words he's ever heard. "Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I just got here, I needed some me-time."

There's the distinct sound of water sliding down the drain, and sloshing around as he gets out of the tub. Hopefully the guy is careful when he comes in here, but you can be sure Klaus won't clean anything behind himself. #SorryNotSorry~ He's a mess.

He doesn't take long to get dressed now that he's actually out of the tub. The door flings open and he leans in the doorway. "All yours, Princess." He smirks and pushes off the doorframe to breeze by the man.

The man that emerges from the bathroom is wearing what is patently the strangest outfit Thomas has ever seen, but he barely has any time to ogle him before he's surging into the bathroom. His plan is to get access to running water so he can wash his hand and replace the bandage: he'd found some first aid supplies in the general store, but trying to do this all one-handed certainly won't be easy.

He sighs through his nose and stomps back over to the door, hoping to catch the bathroom hogger before he's totally disappeared. "Wait a moment," he calls after him. It strikes him suddenly as he's leaning out into the corridor that he called him princess, which makes him grit his teeth as he sighs through his nose and says, "Do you have a steady hand? I need your help with something."

"Huh?" He spins on his heel back toward the man who's name he still never did catch. There are so, so very many lewd jokes he could make at that comment being thrown his way, but Klaus resists, the smallest upward tug of on corner of his mouth the only evidence he'd even had any inappropriate thoughts.

He pads back down the hallway toward the bathroom, curiosity leading him. "Sure, what is it?"

"I need to change this." He holds up his hand, just a finger and a thumb and a bandage and blood. Thomas, naturally suspicious, eyes the bathroom hogger as if he's planning on leaping back in and drawing himself another bath while Thomas's guard is down. "I hope you have a steady stomach, it's not pretty."

"Oh." He blinks in surprise at the state of his hand. "Sure," he nods and pushes his way back into the bathroom, gathering the necessary items to clean and re-bandage the wound.

Klaus has been around so many various state of injuries, both of the dead and the living, for so much of his life that he isn't all that squeamish. The act of tending to wounds is almost second-nature, a sort of auto-pilot he doesn't even really think about as he moves through the motions of it. "What happened?"

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