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015-017 » enter the fog!

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias.
WHEN: Days 015-017
WHAT: The fog murders a third of the town. This is Fine.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here! Thank you so much to everyone for your patience!!

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DAY 015
ENTER THE FOG
“If you want to see what the fog hides in itself,
don't wait for the fog to disperse! Enter the fog!”
— Mehmet Murat ildan

In the early hours of the morning, when darkness finally descends upon Mathias once again, so too does the fog. It moves slowly, filling every inch of the forest before spilling into the streets like water, a wave of thick white vapor surrounding every building and structure in the town until it reaches the rocky beach. And at this early hour, before the sun has risen in the sky, the residents of Mathias will learn the true power of the fog that has surrounded their prison.

In every building in town, in every room that has one, the phone rings. The sound is shrill in the quiet of the town, the cacophony of ringing echoing into the night. Again, and again, and again, the ringing is incessant, continuing if unimpeded for minutes that feel like hours.

If the phone is answered:
— There’s a strange clicking sound, like an old tape player that’s reached the end of the reel, click click click, and then a crackling whisper comes through across the line: “Don’t go outside.”

— If your character still chooses to open a door or window, the fog will remain in place, a wall of white just beyond their entry. It will not enter that room and they will feel no ill effects.

— If they choose to ignore all warnings and step into the fog, they will immediately begin to suffer mild side effects from the exposure (headaches, nausea, and weakness) that will be gone in a few hours if they retreat to safety but will increase in strength if they continue forward. More than two minutes in the fog will bring on a sharp pain in their head and nausea that forces them to the ground. They will be unable to breathe and unless they are somehow brought to safety, they will die in three minutes.

If the phone is not answered within a few minutes, there is a knock at the nearest exterior door or window. Polite, at first, and then pounding, a deep sound that echoes through the room, louder and faster, seeming to come from every wall all at once.
— If your character opens that door or window, there’s nothing there except the fog, which immediately begins to seep into the room through the open door. Those who shut the opening again will suffer mild side effects from exposure to the fog (headaches, nausea, and weakness) but will recover in a few hours.
— If they don’t open the door or window, the pounding stops suddenly, complete silence pressing in. And then— every window in the room implodes inward, shattered glass raining down everywhere as the fog rushes in. They are overcome by a sharp pain in their head and nausea that forces them to their knees. Breath is stolen from their lungs, leaving them gasping, and unless they are somehow brought to safety, they will die in three minutes.

The fog withdraws after one hour, just as the sun begins to rise.

Only those who answer the phone are truly safe from the fog. If any player wishes to opt-out of this event, their phone will not ring and they will sleep soundly through the hour. All those who perish in this event will leave behind corpses where they died and they will resurrect in separate bodies on the beach later that day as the sun sets, in the exact state they were in before the fog appeared. There are exceptions to these conditions...

A WAYWARD ARRIVAL
There is one new face in Mathias on this strangest of days. While so many are suffering and struggling to come to grips with the new facets of their strange reality, the latest resident to arrive in town will wake on the beach in the afternoon, when the sun has begun to dip on the horizon but the sky hasn't yet started to change color.

DAY 016
IN MEMORIAM
The sun rises and the sun sets, the day passing like any other. There is nothing eventful worth noting on this completely normal day beyond the return of even more of our weary residents. By sundown, all have returned who fell to the fog — except for those who don't. One has perished for good and the other remains lost.

New notices have been added to the bulletin board, including notes of memorial and missing persons. There are also a few graves that have popped up near the treeline, thanks to those who have taken it upon themselves to take care of the corpses left behind.

DAY 017
DECEPTIVE BEAUTY
Residents wake to a winter wonderland. Under the cover of night, snow has moved into Mathias, dusting the town with a coating of white that gives an almost picturesque quality to the eerie ghost town. It's a beautiful sight, concealing the deadly secrets that they've discovered existing beneath the surface here.

The snow brings with it an extra chill in the air. Breaths come in white puffs of air and frostbite and hypothermia are dangers to be mindful of. Stay inside, stay warm. Repair those broken windows and doors. Hope that another storm isn't on the horizon...

THE FOG'S AFTERMATH
THE PERMANENTLY DEAD
— Jill Valentine's dead body will be found in the street outside the Boarding House. She will not return to Mathias.

THE TEMPORARILY LOST
— Daisy Johnson will be missing from the town following the fog's departure.

THE RESURRECTED ONES
— John Constantine's body will be found inside 1308 Phillips Drive by Doc Holliday, who will bury him. He will resurrect on the beach the afternoon of Day 16. (x)
— Number Five's body will be found between the beach and the Grey Gull by his brother, Klaus. He will resurrect on the beach the morning of Day 16. (x)
— Phil Coulson's body will be found outside the Boarding House by Doc, Raylan, and Malcolm. He will resurrect on the beach the evening of Day 15. (x)
— Claire Novak's body will be found inside her room at the Boarding House. She will resurrect on the beach the evening of Day 15. (x)

LOCATIONS

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

— WEATHER conditions for days 15-16 are typical for late fall, with temperatures consisting 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. The temperature falls overnight into day 17, bringing with it a light snowfall that continues throughout the day.

— 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

— SANITY levels are now available as part of the game. Your characters have settled in and seen some things, so it's time to figure out just how crazy they're starting to go.

— REPORTING updates to locations around town may now be done over here. Did your character dig a moat around their house? Have they burned down part of the town hall? Are they growing magic carrots on the beach? These are important things to note for the rest of the class, so let us know about them and the updates will be added to the locations page!

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Use this space to ask general questions about this log and the circumstances or locations presented within. Please direct more broad game questions to the FAQ.

Use this space to claim a residential house for layout designing or exploration. Players are welcome to "claim" a house and then add/edit comments to provide details later. Because there are just too many numbers to list, simply specify a street and the general state of the house you'd like to claim/explore and the mod will provide your house number.

If you need to update your housing location, that should be done over here!

Use this space to ping the mod to weigh in on your thread, such as if your character is searching quite specifically in a location, interacting with something that requires feedback, or you'd like to use one of your AP rewards, like Spot Hidden.

( the day I stop asking questions is the day ya'll wonder if I've dropped )

- What side effects will the deceased face when they are resurrected? FAQ says they remember their deaths, but, do they have nightmares as well, or haunting visions, ect?
- What happened after they died? What would their minds/souls have experienced in that 12-24 hour period of being separated from A body?
- Do the corpses decay at normal speed? Or at ALL?

— Those resurrected do, indeed, remember their deaths. The side effects are presently left open to player discretion. Nightmares are likely, along with other symptoms of PTSD, though this depends entirely on the character, their present mental state, and the things they have experienced in life up to this point.
— Characters remember nothing after their deaths until the moment of their waking on the beach.
— The corpses are seemingly normal in every regard, including their rate of decomposition.

...There's not a dry cleaner in Mathias to clean the smell of dead corpse out of a trenchcoat.

Is there.

Nope. Nor is there any vodka to do the trick.

~~fuck~~ WELP. Time to get good at using those washer/dryers.

(Plotting post here)

It was Raylan's turn to keep an eye on Malcolm so Doc had been the last to descend the stairs when the phone rang, suppressing a yawn as he entered the kitchen and living room area wearing just a singlet and trackpants despite the cold. Honestly, when he extended an open invitation to call him anytime to various people, he did not mean that sacred time when everyone is passed out having their traumatic nightmares in their borrowed beds and pillows.

"Does the Ober Eats deliver pizza at this hour?" he had inquired as light-heartedly as he can manage to whoever answered the phone. It was only after their own phone was answered that he noticed the faint ringing from the neighbours' houses. The sound of breaking glass had him antsy and restless but trying to venture outside while the fog had set in turned out to be a bad idea. This time it was Malcolm's turn to drag him back inside and Doc quietly set a new record for how early he's hit the bottle.

So, he's dressed and out the door at the crack of dawn, long coat upon vest upon someone else's blue, partially unbuttoned shirt upon a fresh singlet, heading towards Hirano as soon as the fog begins to thin out. There isn't a crater where the house used to be, which is a good sign. There is, however, an anomaly next door, which Doc does a double take when he glances around to ascertain where that loud bang had come from. His hat turns where his eyes go and his steps grind to a halt. Raising a hand, he brushes the backs of his fingers against Raylan's upper arm, attention still seized in the grips of the Mulcalley house.

"Those windows are all broken. And there is no glass on the ground." As in someone - multiple someones? Something? Something that was in the fog? - broke into the house, from the outside.

It had already been quite a day, running around unnesting the Russian doll of horrors, and he's only just made it halfway through. After knocking on several doors and inquiring around what familiar faces he did manage to come across in the morning, he has finally made it to the blue house where he understands Zed and John had moved into.

Honestly? He does not believe he has the energy or courage for this. It is only after he ascends the three steps and lands at her front door that he thinks that maybe he should have tried to come up with some kind of speech and rehearsed it in his head once or twice before knocking. It was a mightily spectacular argument, they had had over moonshine. Doc doesn't even know if they had been in contact ever since, considering they had found John in the house he first found John in, and not here.

There's dirt on his hands, and a bit of blood. Somehow the trite detail of dirtying the front door worries him. Has him rubbing his palms over his knuckles with his head lowered enough that his hat obscures his eyes, thumb and forefinger rubbing the ring that grants him his immortality like an unconscious nervous gesture.

There’s still moonshine.

After Malcolm woke, screaming and thrashing against Raylan's efforts to bring him out of his nightmare, he didn't even attempt to go back to sleep. He found a french press in the kitchen cupboards a couple days previous and he made coffee, pouring himself a cup and leaving the rest for whoever wanted it, then took himself through some yoga, trying to order his breathing and his mind.

He frowned faintly when the phone rang. He had seen the phone, of course, but it didn't occur to him to pick up the receiver. He assumed it was dead, like the rest of the town.

He pushed himself up onto his knees and looked over at it, then got to his feet, clearly suspicious.

You mentioned that Klaus would kind of sense an almost physical void from the bodies... is there anything of note specifically about that? Does it feel cold, empty? Does it feel like a place at all? Things like that.

The void feels completely empty, like it might swallow him up and yet never be full again. It is neither cold nor warm, it just is. A nothing that cannot be traveled to nor returned from.

:D

Perfect.

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so bare my skin, and i count my sins, and i close my eyes, and i take it in.

[ john!

he whirls around to look at who calls out to him. the fog is so dense and its curling around every part of him. through the coughing fit he can see her. mop of curly black hair and still looking like she did on that day. without hesitation or thinking, john reaches out to grab her arms. he tries to grab onto her, to pull her away from the fog that threatens all of them. he feels blood come from his mouth as he falls forward, trying desperately to save her--to save them...

then he's there. the ugly bastard himself, laughing somewhere in the back of john's mind. his hands curl into her shoulders and she screams. she screams bloody murder, and all john can do is hear it ringing in his ears as it all becomes heavy. it's all weighed down somehow. there's more blood than air and the last of the light disappears.

it's darkness. pure darkness... and astra logue's screams in his ears.

it feels like eternity until something changes. the cold closes around him and john is coughing again, gasping for breath. his hands curl into the ground below him to pull himself forward on the rocks. rocks? he's disorientated, cold, wet---wet? he forces his eyes open and once it all focuses he realizes something.

a beach. this beach. he knows this bloody beach. this fucking beach.

john pulls himself up and turns his head to look behind him. there's no fear or panic this time. just the shifting of waves. he coughs again, bringing a hand up to his mouth as the water comes up. he bends over, hand on his knee, staring out at the grey and green water.

mathias township.

how the bloody hell did he get to the beach?

he's soaking wet. cold. where's his trenchcoat? he groans and leans his head back. he'd rather be covered in the dust again. it is surprisingly hard to move and he stumbles from the beach back up past the grey gull. the footsteps are heavy, but don't echo, as he makes his way back to the blue house he had originally intended to go back to before he found himself at the beach.

john stumbles up the stairs and forces the door open. his eyes turn to the woodwork, realizing that the magical wards have faded--faded? he carved those! his eyebrows furrow together in a dazed confusion. thank god there's a banister on the stairs, otherwise he'd have to crawl up them. his body is getting heavier the longer he moves. he's practically breathless once he reaches the top.

he grabs onto the wall to steady himself. it takes a surprising amount of will power to force himself to the master bedroom. he pushes the door open, half stepping into the room. that's when it hits him - all of it. he was dying.

astra--astra had been there. and nergal... and he still couldn't save astra. and then he died?

what was this then? a sense of humor from manny - making a waiting room look like mathias? john shuts the door behind him and turns to face it. his hands press into the wood to not only steady himself, but try to collect the jumbled mess of thoughts. his whole body starts to shake as he tries just to bloody keep it together.

dead and still no closer to saving astra.

except he knows he isn't dead now. he can feel a pulse from whatever mangled shit is left of his soul and heart. he knows deep down this isn't hell or purgatory. it's right where he left himself. how? how?

WHY was he still alive and back in this bloody fucking town?!

one hand slams hard against the door in frustration and a rare display of vulnerability. ]

Edited 2020-11-24 06:51 (UTC)

your Heaven doesn't want me, and your Hell won't let me in.

[ Possession, out of body experiences, dancing with demons and angels. He supposed that death would eventually be on that list. He just figured it would be a bit more... permanent. That or he would con his way out of Hell with Astra in tow and stand triumphant over his greatest failure. None of that had happened. Death hadn't been permanent, and if anything, he received a horrid reminder that his soul was still damned.

Whenever Mathias would offer him up to Hell for the taking.

Donned in a new coat and shirt - thanks to the lovely former occupants of 1387 Phillips Drive - John sits at the porch. His head is lowered, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, staring at the ground in front of him. There's a dust of snow at his feet. Odd, hadn't it been raining and sunny the last time he was here? Cold, sure, but more of a winter that was in London. His eyebrows drew together as he reached out to drag his fingers through the light level of snow.

Christ, when did he become so introverted? He did. So what? He was the man that laughed at Hell and kicked demons in the bollocks. Death shouldn't have gotten him this out of sorts. Of course, John knew the answer to his question already. It wasn't the death that bothered him. It was the fact that Hell didn't claim it's prize.

If Mathias could block their souls from passing over... then where the bloody hell had the townspeople gone? Why was he back? ]

Edited 2020-11-24 20:30 (UTC)

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[ For someone who's already died once and been forcibly brought back to life against his will, death is still very much an unpleasant experience. It does make him laugh humorlessly, because apparently, death just doesn't seem to stick to him. The first time, it wasn't his choice, and it really wasn't his choice this time, but for better or for worse, he's still alive.

Sure, it wasn't the greatest thing in the world, reviving late at night when everything was pitch black and realizing he's back on the beach. And what's more, he's completely alone. Not that he really expected anyone to be there, but it was a long, lonely trek back to the boardinghouse.

It isn't until the next morning that Coulson realizes that someone's still missing: Daisy. He's already been to her room, but it's empty, and that's more than a little concerning.

There's only one thing to do: go outside and look for her, and hope that the fog that took him out the first time has dissipated, or at least, is a little less hell-bent on killing.

He can be found exploring the areas closest to the boardinghouse, intending to start close by and working his way outward. ]

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[ It's later in the day now, and Coulson's moved a good distance away from the boardinghouse and its surrounding area. There's still no sign of Daisy, and he's beginning to feel desperate. He's also beginning to feel cold (freezing is more like it), but he can't stop until he's either found his missing team member, or he's found a sign that she's met a bad end. Neither is a desirable outcome, but he can't turn back until he knows for sure.

Pausing for a moment to blow on his chilled hands, he looks around as if to try and determine where he should go next. The air is nippy and the temperature is starting to dip, but he's not going to head inside until he has an answer. He's wearing several layers, but he knows it's not going to be enough if the temps keep dropping the way they are.

Freezing to death isn't really on his list of things to do, but then again, he just thinks about Daisy and the possibility of her being lost out here somewhere, and it spurs him onto continue, cold or no cold. She'd do the same for him. ]

Edited 2020-11-23 20:57 (UTC)

[ Day 17 dawns, and Coulson is, in a word, down in the dumps. He spent almost the entire day yesterday searching for Daisy, until his stubbornness nearly led to him freezing to death. He would have, if not for the timely intervention of Max and Quentin. No, he didn't want to go back inside, but by the time they found him, he couldn't even feel his fingers or his feet, so what choice did he have? Yes, he would have gladly kept on going with his search until he found the missing Daisy, but that wasn't really an option.

Now he's firmly ensconced inside, and he's gradually resigning himself to the idea that for whatever reason, Daisy's not coming back. It's not right, though, because why would she just up and disappear? The possibility of foul play is still very much lingering in the back of his mind, but there's no proof of anything, and that's one thing that bothers him the most.

But he doesn't have the energy to investigate further. He's spent all his reserves after coming back after dying, and then conducting his exhaustive search the previous day. He alternates between holing up in his room and taking up space in the downstairs kitchen, staring blankly at the empty table surface in front of him, or sometimes at a rapidly cooling cup of coffee that he doesn't really care to drink. He's not good company right now, and he knows it, but he's grown tired of staring at the same four walls of his room. ]

It was going to take a lot of getting used to, to be woken up to the sounds of terrified screams and struggles - Raylan, only on his third night of doing this, was already finding it hard to go back to sleep once he'd gotten there. He found it easier to post up in his chair downstairs, hat tilted over his eyes as he dozed through the sounds of Malcolm shuffling around.

The phone ringing had him pushing the hat up and the feeling that settled in at the second ring got him to his feet - a place he hardly left til the sun was back up. Once the implosion of glass had passed, he'd only ventured outside onto the porch long enough to look around before his suddenly sour stomach and fully awake paranoia put him back over the threshold into the house. They had to wait.

Once the sun was up, Raylan was right behind Doc on the way out the door with Malcolm right behind, no doubt and stopped at the lift of Doc's hand. "Means they broke in," Raylan observed with a squinty look at the house. "And we know by the sound that it all happened at once. Let's hope Mathis didn't leave us any other gifts inside," he said, nodding Doc forward with a glance at Malcolm before he followed.

He'd said it all with a sure certainty that did not echo as strongly inside as he would have liked. This place unnerved him and by the tension in his jaw, he was holding it all together via stubborn will alone.

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