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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2020-12-05 01:22 am

018-020 » what he hides

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Western Mathias.
WHEN: Days 018-020
WHAT: The fog recedes!
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!

RECOMMENDED ♫ Graham Plowman "Edge of Darkness"





DAYS 018-020
THE HIDDEN REVEALED

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
— Benjamin Franklin


As the sun rises in the distance above the sea, the fog slips away from the unsettling town, winding through streets and across buildings until it is nestled soundly in the forest. There it waits, ready to snare any who dare test its limits — residents would do well to remember what happened the last time they encountered the fog so intimately.

With the fog receded, the western portion of Mathias is now revealed and available for exploring. There are more businesses on the town square and even some on the street that runs off the square. The schoolhouse is nestled by the southern treeline, not from the little makeshift cemetery at the end of Jackson Boulevard that is courtesy of a few kind residents in town. To the far north of the square is a sprawling garden, now covered in snow, and a greenhouse that once supplied the botanical shop. And to the west, beyond the square, is another residential district of the same size as that to the east. What is different, however...

These buildings are all in some form of decay. From the beginnings of rot to completely collapsed and little more than a pile of proverbial bones, none of these homes are anything resembling livable. Well, as far as one can tell, at least. For between the streets of Hill Lane and Stine road there is a crack in the earth. A dozen feet across and fifty feet down, the crack extends from one side of the forest to the other, either end cut off by the fog. The view to the other side is clear but there is no way across.


THE NEW ARRIVALS

There are quite a few new faces in Mathias on this day. Awaking throughout Day 018, they will find themselves laying in the snow beside that unsettling crack in the earth, houses both quaint and decaying surrounding them as the snow begins to cover their bodies. Best get inside and warm up, dears.




SPECTRES IN THE NIGHT

The days are short now that winter seems to have set in unseasonably early. Though the clocks in Mathias fail to properly keep time or sometimes even work at all, the sun rises around 8:00am and sets at 5:00pm. There is far more darkness than light in these days, but in that darkness there is, in fact, light.

In the distance all across Mathias, there are lanterns lit against that darkness. Their lights dance across the snow, the warm flickering shining like tiny stars and offering an almost ethereal glow to the crisp white snow. It would be a beautiful sight to behold... if it weren't for the shadowy figures that held them. With partially raised arms, the figures hold the lanterns and walk the streets of Mathias, drifting in between buildings and disappearing into the forest. Still yet, there are some that simply stand in place, as if waiting for something or someone.

No matter where or when these figures are seen, they always seem to be facing away from our residents, and attempts at reaching them are all for naught. They will fade from view if one gets too close, and return to sight when that distance is regained. And in the morning, those lanterns may be found in the snow, their lights extinguished but their glass somehow still warm.


STRANGER IN THE SNOW

Those investigating the western part of Mathias and venturing near that inexplicable crack in the earth will have the most unsettling feeling of being watched. Most of the time, there is nothing there and no one to be seen, but then—

On the other side of that expanse, sitting on a porch, in the shadow of a home, or standing in the oddly moonlit street, there is a man. His features are shrouded in darkness and not much can be discerned about him, but instinct tells you he is dangerous. There is a sense deep in your bones that he is maliciously amused.

He makes no move to speak, nor will he respond to any attempts on your part. Instead, he sits, or he stands, and he watches. By the end of Day 020, all sign of him will be gone, along with the eerie feeling of being watched.







LOCATIONS


Unless otherwise noted, all new locations have working electricity and other utilities.

BENEDICT BOOKS Nestled quaintly on the square surrounding the Town Hall, a thick layer of dirt covering the front windows. A portrait hangs at the front of the store to illustrate the namesake of the little shop... that may, in fact, not be so little. Dust covers everything in sight and detritus litters the wooden floor, as if someone left the door open and allowed half the forest inside. (more info)

MATHESON ANTIQUES Also on the town square is an antique store that is a lesson in chaos more than culture. The items within are stacked haphazardly, creating narrow aisles running throughout the space. Furniture, light fixtures, old revolutionary and civil war memorabilia, all of it is jumbled together with no rhyme or reason. Indeed, one wrong move could create an avalanche of aged wood and peeling paint.

POE'S CLOTHES Located on the town square, this shop carries only the basics. Loose jeans in a few sizes, khakis, solid color dress shirts and blouses, flannel in various styles, socks and underwear.

SPIN RIGHT ROUND RECORDS On the square across from the beauty store, the music shop is as dusty as everything else in this town has been. Tables line the walls of the long shop, filled with rows and rows of vinyl records, while a few wall shelves display cassette tapes for sale. One side of the store is for New items, while the other holds the Used section with items for resale. Residents may recognize some of the artists but many are unfamiliar to them.

CLINIC Outside the decayed, crumbling building just north of the square is a still miraculously intact sign with the name of the clinic's doctor, Dr. Ken Suzuki. There is no way to treat patients in this location, but with care, some salvageable supplies may yet be found in the remains.

BARKER BOTANICALS Not quite a flower shop and not entirely an apothecary, the botanical store to the far north of the square is something of an amalgamation of both. With a few broken windows to let in the rain, parts of the shop have been overtaken by nature, the house plants growing beyond their pots and rotted flower petals littering the floor to tell of seasons past. The still unclaimed walls are filled with decaying plants and jars of dried herbs and other vegetation, along with a few essences and tinctures.

GREENHOUSE A few dozen yards from the botanicals shop is a sprawling garden, now covered in snow, and a greenhouse that once supplied the botanical shop. The glass is still miraculously intact, though covered in grime so thick that one cannot see inside.

GALLERY The gallery is essentially a large empty space with framed and matted black and white photographs of the town lining the walls. There is a small selected of prints available for sale near the front entrance, and a few rooms at the back of the building — a dark room for developing photos, a small office, and a locked room.

MOVIE THEATER This single-screen theater is quite small, having only 40 seats, but there is a large collection of movies in its storage room. These are all old film reels however, so hopefully someone knows how to thread a film projector.

HISTORY MUSEUM Across the street from the Historical Society, this once esteemed wooden building has seen better days. Windows and doors are boarded up and there is visible rot and decay on the exterior walls. Part of the roof has fallen in and the accumulating snow threatens to collapse the rest of it as well. It is not wise to venture within.

HISTORICAL SOCIETY This brick building has also seen better days, though in a different sort of way. Where once had been carefully cataloged collections and cozy reading rooms for aficionados of local history, there are now stacks of bankers boxes and weathered tomes in every nook and cranny. There is no organization to any of it, everything seeming to have been stashed in a hurry and then left forgotten. Anyone who dares to dive into this archive will need to devote quite some time in order to find anything worthwhile. They will also want to bring their own light source — the electricity does not work here and the windows are quite dark from the accumulated dust and grime.

SCHOOLHOUSE A much smaller school than most of our residents might be used to, there are only a half-dozen rooms in the building, with a few comprising classrooms, meeting areas, and workspaces. All ages were taught here, and one might almost imagine the sound of children's whispered voices and distant laughter while within the empty building.





CONDITIONS UPDATE
SNOW continues to fall in Mathias. Days 18-19 see light snowfall that very slowly accumulates, but the snowfall turns moderately heavy on Day 20 and sees significant accumulation. The temperature hovers just below freezing and dips lower when the sun goes down.

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.

THE FOG has receded from the town proper and much of the eastern and northern beach. The path through the northern forest to the lighthouse is now also clear.

DISAPPEARANCES continue to plague the town. While Daisy Johnson has returned, Zed Martin, Rey, and Quentin Coldwater have now vanished without a trace.


OOC UPDATES
MADNESS has now been unlocked. Congratulations to Inky for Claire earning the first Madness! Who will be next? (Please be sure to keep your sanity updated regularly; Stars has created an amazing tracker for anyone to use if they'd like.)

HELPERS are officially in residence! Kelly is our Registrar and Stars is our Librarian — both of these delightful members of our community are helping behind the scenes to keep things organized and updated (and doing wonders for the mod's own sanity levels), so please give them some thanks for their hard work!

REPORTING updates is still a thing that your mod and helpers beg you to do. Changes to locations, plot notes that affect the community, and discoveries should be reported over here so these can all be noted in their appropriate places. (For clarification, reported Discoveries are not public knowledge unless a character has ICly shared this information.)

A MAP of Mathias now exists, thanks to our wonderful Librarian! Please note that it is not to scale and there may be a few minor errors due to your frazzled mod. Expect updates in the future as more secrets are revealed.

BULLETIN BOARD — don't forget about it. That's all.


CLAIMING AP REWARDS
Normally, only one AP reward can be claimed per log, but due to the plethora of new and old locations to explore, this restriction is being relaxed. Instead, for this log only:
— Players may spend AP on up to three rewards, though only Spot Hidden may be repeated.
— If a player is spending multiple Spot Hiddens, they must be with different characters and in different locations.

If two characters are investigating the same location together, they may each spend a Spot Hidden on that location. Players should record their spent AP after the AP request has been approved. Sometimes there is nothing to Spot with your Hidden and the points will be "refunded" to use elsewhere.


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[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-11 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
I could be dangerous.

( Despite Castiel's big declaration. Dean has done more killing in his career than Malcolm's father. Probably. Granted, Dean did it because that was how he raised, and the killings were always monsters, or monsters in his eyes. But, Dean knows how lethal he is.

Dean Winchester is not harmless.
)
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Only a little irreverent and off-color? He'll have to try harder.

"If you want the truth? I don't think it hits the bottom. I'm not entirely convinced there is one." He speaks around his cigarette before tilting his head towards the other man. "Oh, right as rain, me. Just dandy. Like always."

Which means it is the exact opposite of that.

He pulls out the cigarette and gestures around them. "I've been up and down the new bit of town here all bloody day... and yet, I can't shake that feeling we've had a wool pulled over our eyes. Don't you ever get that feeling you're being watched?"
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ it might actually be the library!

he comes to a stop at the unfamiliar voice. see, john has gotten to the point where he knows more or less everyone in town. some better than others, but, he knows a face and a voice. hers? not so much.

john turns his head towards the library and raises an eyebrow. for once he lacks a cigarette in his mouth. instead he seems like he can't get comfortable. he keeps shifting inside his large long trenchcoat and there's a grimace on his face.

cracked ribs. bloody amusing, isn't it?

he takes the few steps towards the library front doors, gesturing to the building that she's standing in. ]


Found the library a few days into when the first of us showed up here. Trust me, we know how much of a mess it is. You find the burned bit in the back yet?
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[personal profile] enduresurvive 2020-12-11 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen a rocket, and that is not one. Nice try, though.

[ She likes Dean immediately for being a huge dork, though she's still hesitant to actually move any closer. She finally does, though she hangs back just out of arm's reach. No one here has tried to hurt her or anything, but old habits die hard. ]

It's pretty cool. Zeppelin...uh, that's Led Zeppelin, right? I think I've only heard a song or two before. What we have back home is so hit and miss. You can't always find working cassettes or records or anything.
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[personal profile] enduresurvive 2020-12-11 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, you keep your coffee. I'll take juice if they have any, though." She's not expecting juice, but...food here just kind of fills up. It's not fancy, but it's much more than she's ever had access to in her whole life. Jackson is doing well. They're not starving. People can grow some really good food. But mostly people just eat fruit, not make juice out of it.

"Veganism? What's that?" she asks. She knows vegetarian, but vegan is a foreign concept. Lots of people sort of swing vegetarian by fault when things are bad. But Ellie knows how to hunt and skin animals. When she's been travelling through the wilderness of the country, she's had more meat than anything else because it's just easier to get.

Pancakes she's had, because they have a good grain crop in Jackson.

"Pancakes are great. I'll eat pretty much anything."

She shrugs at his question. "I don't really sleep a lot. Not here and not back home anymore. You seem like you're in a pretty good mood for early morning, though. Are you, like, one of those morning people?"
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
"My personal theory. In my experience? This sort of thing is orchestrated by a deity. Usually an old god or a local shamanistic spirit that is pissing and moaning about not being worshiped anymore. This... this is a whole other level."

Which says a lot coming from him. He doesn't often admit that he doesn't know what's going on. Consider Negan lucky that he's actually getting that small admission. In fact, Negan can claim to know a few things he hasn't told others.

"Definitely not a demon. Not how they operate. They enjoy letting everyone know its them and taking the bloody credit. Egotistical fucks." He gives a one-shoulder-shrug. "A kitchen knife."
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
John isn't going to entertain the idea - at the moment - how much older Doc is than him. That the man could practically be his ancestor. No, John rather just think he's another bloke in this thirties that is open to flirt with when he needs it.

"Florist." John says as if it's the oddest thing he's seen in the town. Yes, the flower shop, not the fact there is a burned out section of a library or blood scribbled on notes at Town Hall. "A bloody florist shop."

Where the hell were the flowers to even sell in this place?

"You would know if she was in there, mate."
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
John rolled his eyes at the honest question. Bloody hell. Magic to the unanointed could be so frustrating.

Still, he clapped his hands together loudly and rubbed them together. It's nothing magical. He just wanted them warmed up. Then he turned to the coat he brought and pulls out a bit of chalk. He motioned for Malcolm to move and set about drawing a oval outline around the body. Unfortunately, it showed off his bandaged hand.

"Meant the situation might get hairy, not the bloody body." John clarified. "Demons or angels that inhabit bodies don't tend to bring them to life. Just reanimate them."
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, you probably can. [ He doesn't sound convinced. ] That doesn't mean you should want to.

[ John shifted uncomfortably then, letting out a low hiss. He reached up to rub at his side. Shit. Remind him to never fracture his ribs again. It's damn annoying. ]

Me and a few others fell victim to the killer fog in town. Can't say choking on my own lungs is the way I'd want to go out. [ He plays it off casually, as if it happened every other day. ] Woke up on the beach a few days later.
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Here I thought you wanted to go for a stroll in our winter wonderland. Cozy up, get some cocoa, make a damn show of it." John rolled his eyes but didn't really bother to suppress his grin. "Except, you forgot the blanket, and I really don't like getting cozy."

He rolled the flashlight in his hand. There went the good mood.

"Zed's missing." John left it at that and made sure to keep step up with the other man. He was quiet. "How about we find out where they're going?"

Which meant he didn't want to talk about how he hadn't found Zed yet.
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
Terry? [ Who the hell is that, and why does he feel like it's a bit of an insult?

He huffs a laugh and leans against an old counter. ]
Then let's cover some known ground. What have you found lurking here in the shadows of an old abandoned movie theater? Any, ah, masked blokes in cloaks that sing opera in the sewers?
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totally fine with it! :D

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-11 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a shite way to find your way into the town. First of us showed up on the beach in a storm.

[ Those memories can feel like a life time ago, but, they still anger him. It's namely the fear that lingers in the back of his mind. Not that he's afraid, no, it's the fact that he was that scared at all. Only one other thing in his life has instilled a fear that deep. So deep it was in his soul.

And it wasn't his father prattling on every night.

He stops at the question. John turns to look at his would-be-doppleganger, head canted back, regarding him properly now. He's the first person that's brought up the whole "souls existing" but without some sort of prodding from John himself. ]


...you can see my soul?

[ Then, there it is. That drop in the pit of his stomach. A familiar feeling rumbling in whatever depths of his mangled soul is still clinging to his mortal frame. The man he's staring at isn't a human. That much he can tell now that he looks at him. ]

Who the hell are you?
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[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-11 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's a lot to unpack in that very brief sentence, and it's something that corresponds with everything else everyone else has been saying. there'd been an influx of people who arrived a few days ago, the town is empty like a skeleton, and things are… well, it looks like an apocalypse has rushed in.

pinching her lips in amusement (she can't help it, everything is strange—from this town to the way he stands and the fact that he mentions a burnt bit in the back). ]


Did you have something to do with it?

[ she's teasing. there's only so much one can do in a hollow town like this. ]
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[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-11 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ her brows lift so high up into her hairline they disappear right off her face. ]

The fog's a tangible, sentient thing.

[ carding her hand through her hair on her left side, she shakes her head and reaches for another shirt, needing to do something with her hands. she can't very well pull a notebook out of thin air to try and pipe all of this overwhelming information together, so it's time to unwrap a shirt and scrunch it between her fingers. ]

Did the people come back... all right?

[ how does one say "are they vampires?" without saying the actual word? ]
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[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-11 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ow!

[ her brows pinch together in offence and then she laughs. it's the strangest yet most normal thing that's happened to her since waking up in the snow. she lifts her hand to rub at her arm, skin sore. it feels so good to be sore; she's not a vampire.

she smiles, unoffended. this is real; all of this is real. every time she walks into a wall in her dream, she jolts awake. ]


You pinch really hard. Do you practice on everyone who stumbles into town?

[ was he the resident pincher? she wonders what caroline would say about that being part of the welcome wagon. ]
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i'm shoving you into a well

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-11 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Damon could learn a few things from this wild western cowboy.

Elena shakes her head, enjoying seeing game meet game. She wants answers and a clear map out of here, but considering there's no signage, let alone no signage with a map printed on it, the only way she can achieve her goals is to ask questions. Something she's good at.

She walks, slowly, knowing he won't mind. She takes in the town from this angle with a new perspective—it doesn't take much too shift it; she'd seen the town without company and now it's with company.

"I'm Elena," she says. Figures it's best to have a name to the questions. "How long have you been here?"

He seems... comfortable. Maybe that's not the right word.
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[personal profile] thering 2020-12-11 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
"The florist shop, yes," he repeats, trying to significantly dial back the drawl. John is not hard of hearing so perhaps it is the difference in accents coupled with trying to talk to each other whilst standing a few feet away.

"Are you alright, Mister Constantine?" Why the confusion? Is he deathly allergic to commercialised gardens? Doc backtracks to stand next to him. Maybe there is something different about the florist from this angle or something.
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no, anything but the well

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-11 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
He follows half a step behind her and to her side, ready to catch her in case she loses her footing or just faints from the blood loss.

"The name is Henry, ma'am." He goes by several names around here, but Henry is more common still.

"It has been 18 days." He has not been keeping count, truth be told, not wanting to know how long he had been trapped for last time or this time, but the only other soul around here wearing a cowboy hat has been.

"But time passes a little differently around here. You may find the clocks make little sense." Along with many other things not making sense. Gravity seems to still be working as intended at least. Silver linings?

"Did someone attack you here?" If there's something or someone else trying to kill them other than a bit of fog, it would be good to know.
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slathers the walls in vegemite to keep you company

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-11 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she says, shaking her head. She feels it's important to clarify that without any hesitation. There's no one and there's nothing in this little, hollow town attacking people. She lifts her hand up and gingerly places it onto the right side of her neck, over her thick hair covering where Klaus had bitten her. "I was before I… woke up here."

It's strange to think she hadn't once tousled when being moved from the clearing of Mystic Falls to… a town where time seemed to work differently. It shouldn't surprise her, given how rundown it looks.

She looks at him over her shoulder, brows furrowed slightly. "Did you just… wake up here?"
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[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-11 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( at first, elijah ignores the other man. this is a public place, he guesses, so while elijah assumed he would be alone, he can't be angry that he isn't.

he can hear the other man moving around and when he finally says something, elijah peers up and makes a face. )


I've heard people say those will kill you.

( not elijah, of course. he just doesn't want to smell of smoke. )
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[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-11 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Elijah.

( he thinks, for a second, to give a false name but refrains when he realizes that it won't work. elena will know who's asking about her and probably be angry that he'd lied. )

I believe you. ( the three words come after some quiet contemplation before he sighs and sits back, crossing his legs and keeping his gaze on dean. )

She is nice. She and I know each other and she was injured when we arrived. I wanted to make sure she wasn't overdoing it.
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[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-11 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena, do you want me to pick you up and take you with me?

( because that is something he's willing to do. he's not going to just leave her here, in the snow, where she could freeze or be overtaken by something that's nearby.

he's not going to do it so while she looks at him, he looks right back at her, waiting. )


Stop being so bull headed. This is not the time.
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[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-11 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Killer...fog?

( elijah doesn't say anything about john's unconvincing statement about elijah's survival and elijah isn't going to share why he knows he'd survive.

besides, he's too taken by the news of an apparently killer fog. he's lived through a lot of things but a killer fog? that's new. )


You weren't able to get out of it?
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fine, vegemite > scomo, I'll take it

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-11 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see." He would like to know more, but he does not wish to pry. He is hoping there will be a better opportunity to ask later. They are fast approaching the row of houses he finds familiar now. He's been here long enough for someone else's home to feel like his own, especially at the end of a long day when there are familiar faces hanging around to greet him.

"I did, down by the beach. I do believe it destroyed my phone." Not that he misses arguing with Siri all that much. It has been sitting in a bowl of rice - Malcolm suggested it might revive the device, and Doc still doesn't know if he was joking because he suspected Doc didn't know how to work electronics or if he was actually being serious - but it was likely too late to save it.

"I could show you around town, tomorrow if you are feeling better," he offers. "It would hardly be any trouble if you wanted to join us for meals, but you will be needing to know where to find food, and information."
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[personal profile] thering 2020-12-11 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[It had been a rather busy morning but once Doc had some time to himself in the afternoon, he was circling back around his usual haunts first to pick up some supplies. The Grey Gull. The general store. When he does these runs he does it for everyone staying with him so his arms are pretty full on his way back towards the house when this young man crosses paths with him, in a newly-exposed part of town. He remembers his face from when they threw the party at their previous house, gave away some of their moonshine. They did not have the opportunity to speak then.

Doc is in no real hurry to return and while he is holding onto some bulky items, they are not particularly heavy. The snowfall is light enough to be barely noticeable, so he is quite happy to stop and chat.]


I had met a young man who introduced himself as Quentin, yes. It must have been a week ago now. [He was talking of strange things. Subways. Millennial apocalypses. Doc had tried to keep up, but it was not an easy conversation to follow.]