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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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thering: (12)

[personal profile] thering 2020-11-15 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Well Raylan's reaction was interesting. The look on Malcolm's face, even more so. Doc is saying absolutely nothing as he runs a finger over his moustache, gaze flitting from one to the other. He's nothing if not perceptive. But now is the neither the time nor place to be spouting off astute observations.

"Leave them. I will take care of it." Whether that involves shoving everything into the bin or not wasting it, he does not specify.

"Watch out for any glass now." Raylan did sweep up but sometimes there's one or two pesky pieces hiding between the floorboard still.

As Raylan clears out and Malcolm starts to wander off, Doc reaches over to grab the nearest bottle of moonshine. He unscrews the lid and dumps a healthy amount of it into his coffee while Malcolm has his back turned. He's got his own back turned to the bedroom doors but he can hear Raylan moving around so he doubts he's looking his way. That's coming with him to the porch, and he's going to have a smoke first before he cleans all this shit up. There's some stuff lying around that's not theirs, and Doc is going to the library to read up as much as he can about the concoction of medications Malcolm is on, so, if Malcolm is really itching for something to do, perhaps there are a few consolation prizes he can offer once they are resettled into their new place.
tinstar: (And that's all)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-16 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan grunted a soft note of acknowledgement as he went out the door and into the bedroom, sinking onto the beds edge for a moment to hold his head in his hands. All he wanted to do was lay back down and go back to sleep, really. Why did he agree to any kind of working after a wake up like that?

Maybe the crazy was starting to infect him.

With a sigh, Raylan pulled on his socks and boots, following with the work shirt he arrived in, unbuttoned all the way down. Stopping in the bathroom long enough to take care of a few things and splash some water on his face, Raylan got his hat and stepped back out into the living room. He looked a little more put together, though the open shirt and the ribbed undershirt took his class down by several notches.

"Won't take us but maybe twenty, thirty minutes," he said to Doc as he stepped up out onto the porch. "I'll help with the cleanin' when I get back. Then you can help me move the chair, huh?"

As he heard Malcolm behind him, he turned around at the waist and stepped there rest of the way out of the doorframe.

"You ready?"
abrightboy: (looks up at)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-16 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm nodded, picking up his coffee cup, clutching it close to his chest. He was still wearing the blood-stained jeans. He'd check the house they settle on for clothes that maybe fit better.

"I don't know if it helps," he told them, "but at home I use a custom set of restraints that borrow features from medical restraints and standard sex shop headboard restraints."
thering: (09)

[personal profile] thering 2020-11-16 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"No need to hurry back," Doc offers. He will not be rushing through this particular morning but he hopes to have the place mostly cleaned up by the time the two gentlemen return.

"If you two find a sex shop you will be needing plenty of time." Doc flashes Malcolm his most innocent grin, cocking an eyebrow and drinking his gasoline coffee.
tinstar: (That's funny)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-16 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Why? This ain't the frontier or Hollywood," Raylan said with a scoff and a smirk, fully getting Doc's implication. He didn't know how they did things in the 1800's, but the state of Kentucky didn't much care what year it was.

He turned and headed off the porch, trusting that Malcolm would be following behind.

"There better not be any sex shops between us and these houses, otherwise I'm callin' bullshit on the liquor," he added, loud enough for everyone to hear.
abrightboy: (stares)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-16 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I can take myself to town after," Malcolm told Raylan as they headed down the front walk. "See if there's anything suitable. Maybe a hardware store or. Something. I'll figure something out. I'll be okay. I've survived this long."
tinstar: (Eyeballin)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-16 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Keep your eyes out on the walls. Hooks, fasteners. I got a feelin' we're going to be doin' a lot of repurposing." He stopped. "You wanna look at oh-six or oh-8 first? Figure we oughta get one that's right next door."
abrightboy: (need to think)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-16 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm considered them both, pivoting in place to look at one and then the other.

"Six has more windows facing seven, if we're looking to keep an eye on it," he offered.

Hooks and fasteners. Right. He would probably need something like that as a permanent solution... were they thinking of this place as 'permanent'? He supposed they had to, with no way out.
tinstar: (Default)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Fair enough," he said, gesturing that way as he turned and headed towards it himself. "The little blonde girl used to live here - Claire. Twenty if she's a day. She was here last night. Might find this place with no useable chairs, considerin' when I saw her those first few days. You get to meet her?"
abrightboy: (empathizes)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-17 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Blonde named Claire. I don't.... think so. I've only met one woman here. At the party last night. I was on my third glass of the moonshine; I don't remember her name." A beat. "I don't actually even know if she was real, to be honest."
tinstar: (hmm)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"What'd she look like?" The question came as he stepped up onto the porch and tested the door, finding it closed but not locked, and opening it into the living room with a look around and a pause in his stride.

He gestured Malcolm in behind him as he continued. He didn't expect to find anything in the house, but he wanted to clear it just to be sure.

"Anyone home?" he called out, accent drawing out with it.

No answer.
abrightboy: (sad contemplation)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-17 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Um. Brunette. About my height. She got into an argument with John later," he noted. "I think they're in a relationship. Or I hallucinated him in the sort of relationship my brain thinks he'd be in. Basically: a contentious one."
tinstar: (Eyeballin)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Zed," Raylan supplied as he stuck a head into the kitchen and looked around before glancing back. "I saw that argument too. He loves her, won't say it for some stupid bullheadish reason. They're both real. She's apparently a Dreamer, a.. A psychic I guess. Saw him in some dreams, came to find him."

He moved onto the next room.

"Artist though. Maybe we can talk her into drawin' a map.."
abrightboy: (just glad)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Zed," he said, snapping his fingers. "That's right."

He followed Raylan through the house with a mild glance around each room. He was interested in the layout of the bedrooms. They hadn't come across one; they must have been on the second floor.

The patio stood out as they passed the french doors, though.

"That's a nice space," he said, gesturing to it.
tinstar: (Hotel Cowboy)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I do love me a porch," he admitted. "I don't think we'll find anything upstairs but.. Pay attention to the pictures. You'll find the one I was talkin' about, the group photos."

He didn't ask if Malcolm wanted to lead the way, taking it himself with a stride.

"You feelin' that moonshine from last night or are Doc and I the only ones to suffer?"
abrightboy: (hates to break it to you but)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-17 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"It's hard to tell," he admitted. "I've had a headache and nausea and blurriness all week. But. I don't see how it could possibly not. I'm not accustomed to a large amount of alcohol."

"How many bedrooms are there?" he asked as they got to the second floor. "I need the one farthest from... the others. And the street."
tinstar: (o rly)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"You hold it well...I don't know but judging by all of these damned doors, plenty for you to choose from. Don't know that any of 'em are any further from the rest but.." He gestured in invitation as he headed towards the door in front of them.

"Found the bathroom. Two sinks. Not bad."
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abrightboy: (Default)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm moved past the other doors to try the door at the very end.

A modestly sized bedroom.

“I’ll take this one,” he said, looking it over.
tinstar: (Hatless)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan nodded and headed toward what turned out to be the Master bedroom. "We'll let Doc pick his spot when he gets here, I'll take whatever is left. Or my chair. Which is still comin'."

With a deep breath and an adjustment of his hat, he stepped back into the hall. "It'll do well enough for livin'. Ain't got much to bring over. What do you wanna do about your suit?"
abrightboy: (difficult to say)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-17 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He looked over. "I'll... try handwashing it in the bathroom sink," he said.

He and Doc weren't sharing? Don't let that be so damned interesting, Malcolm.

"Um. Why would you sleep in a chair? There are lots of beds."
tinstar: (Soft)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-17 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded again. "I'll bring it over too then. Let you ruffle around for somethin' clean and better fittin'."

Just for curiosity's sake, Raylan walked into the last bedroom to have a look, stepping in and opening the closet doors as Malcolm asked. "And none of 'em my own, in a place I don't trust. First 6 or so days, I ran on all of two hours a night, broken in that chair. Wasn't til the seven that I collapsed at John's house. Hell, I'm surprised you slept at all, considering your anxiety issues."

He looked over. "Why would you sleep in the library?" There were plenty of beds. It wasn't accusatory or stabbing, just a friendly echo. He headed back towards the door of the room. "Make yourself comfortable, find somethin' that fits. Go find your hardware. Pretty sure I saw a handscrew in onna these garages, if you can only find larger gauge."

He patted Malcolm on the shoulder and headed back towards the stairs.
abrightboy: (confounded)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-11-18 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm looked at the floor when Raylan mentioned the library. He hadn't slept there. He'd sheltered there. The previous night was his first actual sleep and only with the help of copious quantities of alcohol. Still, he nodded at the subsequent instructions, turning and wandering back towards the bedroom as Raylan headed down the stairs.
tinstar: (Default)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-18 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
A few minutes later had Raylan stepping back up onto 1307's porch, still fully expecting to see Doc sitting there where they'd left them. The 'House Hunt' hadn't taken long at all, maybe ten or so minutes since they hadn't bothered to go to 1308, so Raylan expected a little bit of helping work before they got to the moving work.
thering: (10)

[personal profile] thering 2020-11-18 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
They hadn't been gone long at all so Doc hadn't gotten very far. He cleared out the food and did the dishes while finishing his gasoline coffee. They're still wet on the rack, designated as a task for later when he does a round of the house and picks up all the empty bottles. The broken glass got swept up and wrapped in some dusty old newspaper.

Other than that, the empty bottles are still lying around and a few articles of clothing that could not possibly belong to them are still strewn here and there. Evidence of Malcolm's patching up haven't been cleared away yet so the water is still there and the first aid kit is open, devoid of bandages.

"I take it there was not a sex shop," he quips when he turns his head over his shoulder while placing nearby bottles into the sink and spots the brim of a white hat to accompany those footsteps. No second pair of footsteps, so Malcolm must be getting settled down in the new place.

"We should take turns keeping an eye on him." A man needs some space but he can't be running around like that again. "Least until we are sure he won't do that again."
tinstar: (downlooking)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-11-18 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I come free of fleshlights, lubes or whips," he joked with a smile as he ambled in, shrugging off his coat to toss over the back of a chair before squatting down to tend to the first aid kit. One of these random piece of clothes would be sacrificed for it's cleaning up, in a minute.

"Honestly Doc," he said, grunting softly as he stood up and set the now closed and latched kit on the counter, leaning on hip against it. "I don't think there there's gonna be a time we ain't sure he does somethin' like that. I can see why he's on meds, even if I don't understand the clinical side of it. Help means either we find him his drugs or we start doin' a.. slow burn kinda therapy, moment to moment. I don't exactly got my licence in mental health and I don't suppose they were handin' them out when you were around." He nodded as he glanced down briefly. "But I think you're right. We can do four on, four off, if that works for ya. I'd rather give up a few hours of sleep then wake up to this again."

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