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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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elena gilbert | the vampire diaries

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-06 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
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🔥 john constantine | open & closed prompts | will match format

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
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➝ day 18 [locked]

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[LOCKED TO MALCOLM] i've bargained my bit with fate and all, with no preconceptions of immortality.
Well, this was just peachy-bloody-keen, wasn't it? Standing outside one of the buildings that had seen better days on King Lane. He leaned against the stairs, cigarette in his mouth, eying the snow covered street. Just a bit of time to collect his nerves and center himself before he really got to work. It'd been a few days since he had returned (two, exactly) and he was ready to take another stab at what Mathias had to offer.

There were plenty of worries that John had when it came to his former body in particular. There were plenty of wards to keep things out of his body, but, he'd done the possession dance. He imagined that an unoccupied magical body would seem like a delightful home to anything that could be roaming around. He needed to see if Mathias had dug some invisible claws into them. Maybe it even left spiritual traces of what got him in the Fog.

It wasn't going to be pretty. His magical attempts so far had failed miraculously. This was getting into territories of what he always told people. The real magic. The old stuff. Dangerous.

But, he was tired of playing nice. He was tired of not getting answers. Now it was time to actually get something bloody well done. So, what if it took a piece of his lung from him? Or worse?

He was already damned to Hell.
Edited 2020-12-06 21:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] endlessflask 2020-12-06 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
  • On the edges of the forest, what sort of vegetation might be found (if any) under the snow? Would it be things similar to what we'd find in the real world, or would they be similar but not the same? Mainly - mushrooms, berries, weeds, etc.
  • In the greenhouse, are there still seeds or starters inside, any supplies like pots/soil/gardening tools?
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    ➝ day 19 [ open & locked ]

    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. i've drunk in tattoos that have brought the world to my eyes.
    [ Zed isn't here.

    Oh, he doesn't need to be a bloody psychic to know that his psychic is missing. There's a distinct air that Zed has about her - one she leaves in her presence as she shifts catlike from room to room. It's easy to tell when that presence is missing. Especially just when he had opened and entertained the idea of relying on it.

    Just like Manny suggested.

    Just like Doc and Raylan suggested.

    Look where it has him! Stalking through the goddamn town like a damn child trying to find his lost puppy dog. Oh, right, sure. She just might pop back up when no one expected it. Just like Daisy - popping out of the goddamn snow. Does he plan on that? No. Does he want to take the chance and hope on that?

    No.

    Which means he is going to tear this bloody town apart looking for answers. Where did Zed go? Where had Daisy gone when the Fog took them? What the hell happened?

    If the gloves were off in this town and Mathias had revealed all her secrets? Well, time for no more protection. Rubbers off and John was going in bare and raw. ]


    [LOCKED TO COULSON] ii. i've talked to the men of high regard, in rooms ever white and my soul grew dark by their words.
    The sun was starting to set and John Constantine didn't care.

    He had been through the new spaces through the town all day. He'd seen the new buildings, he had sized them up. The new information processed in his mind as he stalked the streets. His hands shoved into his borrowed coat, cigarette lit against the harsh darkness of the setting sun. He took a turn to Hill Lane, glancing at the sign above him for the street. Oh, this town was just clever, wasn't it. Hill and no damn hill to be seen.

    He walked down the street before coming to a stop at the expanse. John lifted an eyebrow, looking side to side, shoving his hands further into his pockets. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His eyes shot back up to look around.

    Someone was mucking about.
    Edited 2020-12-06 21:16 (UTC)
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    ➝ day 20 | OPEN

    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    i rolled the dice uncompromised and lost as I am you're my good samaritan
    [ Back at it again. John is going to rip this town apart until he finds answers he feels are sufficient. Ones that matter.

    Nothing is going to stop him too.

    How about you tell old Johnny boy a story? About how maybe he's met you out in the town. Exploring, trying to get under the things that bite at the night. Maybe some ghosts? Whispers lurking in the dark? Or, maybe, just maybe, people might start to wonder about the things John fights against.

    The library is a great place for a story or two.

    Covering old ground never hurt once. At least, that's what John tells himself as he stands in front of the library.

    He found Zed outside the library the day she arrived in Mathias.

    Those with the keen eyes may even notice that an old familiar friend has returned its presence to the laughing magician. ]
    Edited 2020-12-06 21:11 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-06 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    Malcolm walked alongside John wondering just how he had managed to snag this invitation and also why John was so quiet. Was he stewing? Malcolm would bet money he was stewing.

    "I expect decomposition is starting so it's probably a good thing you didn't wait any longer," he said conversationally. "I expect you'll still be able to see the signs of cyanosis that indicated asphyxia as the cause of death. Do you think something contributed to that besides the chemical composition of the fog?"
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    John is gonna drop 2 AP - Spot Hidden over on The Indiana Jones Library Floor to see if he's missed anything on initial whackage.

    Is he able to find anything he didn't notice before? And what is that?
    Edited 2020-12-12 03:06 (UTC)
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    DAY 18 | ARRIVAL + DISORIENTED EXPLORING + SPECTRES.

    [personal profile] descendent 2020-12-06 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    ARRIVAL.
    ( cw: death, blood/ blood loss, gruesome wound. | narrative. )

      [ go to hell.

      elena doesn't expect to wake up.

      her neck stings as she comes to, skin feeling chilled and her muscles stiffening. she feels stickier than she does drenched and cold.

      still dressed in her leather jacket and jeans, she's soaked through with melting snow and warm, sticky blood that continues to slip from the right side of her neck. instinctively, she reaches up to brush her fingers against it and winces at her sensitive torn skin.

      it doesn't matter. she withdraws her bloodied hand and presses it into the snow, staining it red as her fingers become chilled and wet. she looks around, unable to push herself up, still feeling disoriented from waking up abruptly. nothing seems familiar, no matter how tightly she squeezes her eyes together to try and make herself focus. the dry and damp earth of the woods has been replaced with a thick blanket of snow, and now matter how many times she presses her unstained hand into it, she can't find the earth hidden beneath.

      she focuses on what she can feel rather than what she can remember. jenna's stricken face. jenna on the ground, boneless and unmoving. stefan on the ground, pinned in place, unable to move. neither of them lie on the ground nearby. she thinks to call out for them, but elena's mouth is sewed shut as she breathes hard and fights an onslaught of dizziness.

      standing, she happens to look to her left and spy a deep crack splitting the earth. as much as she wants to kneel back down and have a look, simply peering at it has her feeling a little off-kilter and dizzy. resting her hand roughly against her open wound, elena decides quietly that she'll come back to the crack in the earth later. she refuses to realise that she has a later.

      keeping her hand on her neck, she sweeps her loose, long hair over her right shoulder to try and cover it. her hair's instantly sticky with blood and mats, but elena doesn't care. she presses her hand deep against her neck as if that's enough to stop it from pulling at her energy, and she begins to walk, away from the crack to the nearest building.

      the direction she happens to be going in is the town square. ]


    MAKING MY WAY AROUND TOWN, STUMBLING FAST.
    ( cw: death, blood/ blood loss, gruesome wound. )

      [ unsure of how long it takes her to walk from the crack in the snow to a road that seems far too long and thin, elena's hand remains at her neck, her other arm wrapped around her middle. blood sticks to her skin beneath her clothes, and stains in drops across her light purple top. she tucks her jacket around herself and inhales deeply as if that's enough to deter the paleness from resting itself across her skin.

      she wonders, briefly, if this is purgatory. it's so cold, so lifeless, with an emptiness to the town that feels unusual for a girl who had grown up in a bustling town where too many people stood on the back of her heels. only time will tell.

      when she spots someone, no matter how many times she stumbles across a silhouette of another person, she will always furrow her brows and say the same thing. ]
      Are you real?


    STALKING A SPECTRE #1.
    ( cw: stupidity. )

      [ elena can't help but wonder if those tiny specks of light in the distance are a beacons trying to guide her back home. it's a silly thought, and one that she knows doesn't make a lick of sense given that she's in a town that seems to be smack-dab in the middle of nowhere and contains nothing that makes her link it to virginia.

      with her arms wrapped tightly around her, she ventures out into the snow in her leather jacket and jeans, still stained with her blood from earlier. her neck's still throbbing, but with a bandage slapped haphazardly over it and her hair once again swept around to cover the right side of her neck and her shoulder, she can pretend that she hadn't had her neck split wide open and drunk from. ]


      Hey! [ running over towards the spectre, she calls out once more, ] Hey! [ coming to an easy walk, she frowns as she approaches the lantern holder and only sees what is clearly its broad back. she reaches out to touch it and finds it disappears.

      elena frowns, looking around. no matter how many times the lantern holders disappear upon her approach, she's going to approach them. one will surely stay, right? ]
    Edited 2020-12-07 04:54 (UTC)
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    DAY 19 | EXPLORING, MORNING AND DAY.

    [personal profile] descendent 2020-12-06 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    EXPLORING.
    ( cw: mentions of blood/ blood loss, death. )

      [ really, she should be resting.

      after experiencing a traumatic event, she should be tucked away in a bed in the boarding house and rest until her body feels like it's working at one hundred percent again and she's feeling fresh-faced and alive.

      but that's not what elena does.

      she's still dressed in her clothes from home, ignoring how it feels icky and in a desperate need of several washes. it's comfortable in a way that's also discomforting, but she keeps her hands wrapped around her and braves the could, her converse shoes not even holding a candle to thick boots.

      elena travels back to the crack in the road where she had woken up. nothing seems out of the ordinary. no one else is lying stone-cold unconscious on the snow. elena waits, as if expecting the crack to widen up and spit someone out, but her bones begin to feel chilled and her teeth are gritted so tightly together that she decides she has to move on.

      it's by sheer luck that she finds the general store. if only her arms were longer and she had several more poking out from her body, she'd be able to gather everything she can see in her arms and take it outside to go sit out in the snow. taking her time browsing the shelves, she collects some bandaids and bandages, a bottle of water, a loaf of bread, and a few other food items from the shelves.

      she doesn't take them very far. sitting outside the store, she places all her items neatly beside her and opens up her bottle of water. she gulps that down like she's part fish, and spends some of her time eating a chocolate bar and a piece of bread. she hadn't realised how hungry she was. she sits there and watches anything that passes by, and nothing that happens to, as well. the town is very, very strange and empty. it's very much like how she feels right now. ]

    ( ooc: She's going shopping with Dean after these prompts, so clothes shopping is off the table. Elena's free to travel anywhere else. )
    Edited 2020-12-07 22:57 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    Well, Malcolm old son, it was because you're scientifically minded. He figured that skill of his would lend to the more investigation side of it all. Also, someone who was a bit less 'No John, this is a terrible idea' was welcomed at the moment.

    "Oh, I'm sure it was the chemicals in the fog, mate." John said around the cigarette as he forced the broken door open again. "What I'm not sure of is what could make that concoction. If I were to be a bit sciencey- about it."
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    [personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-06 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    [They'd been talking about music at the house, a passing mention here or there more than enough indication that they could use some noise that wasn't screaming terror or screaming grief. Raylan could use something that wasn't his thoughts racing around in a circle in his own head too.

    Surely the music store would have.. something to play things on as well, right?

    Raylan stepped into the store, unprepared enough to not bother bringing his duffle bag, and lifts his eyebrows at the comment he closes the door behind him, smirking.]


    I'd advise not diggin' in the trash metal - [He meant Thrash Metal, but whatever, it was still apt-] unless you're not fond of your hearin'. Music shoppin' I see.

    [As though he wasn't there to do the same thing.]
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ John can't tell much of Dean's step, given he doesn't know much about the man yet. Even then he may not notice. He is too wrapped up in his own destructive and angry thoughts. He's stormed into the movie theater. Kicked the door open.

    Knocked over a table or two.

    Just to make his point that he is pissed. Beyond, pissed, really.

    It's one thing to muck about with him. Going after the people John cares about? Oh, well, now something is asking for it. He's done playing timid and nice. Now it's time to demand and rip apart answers.

    Which is why he's looking for the office of the building and going straight to the answers. Hopefully. ]
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-06 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oh, the Marshal could definitely catch up to the light. Especially because he should know the particular swag and step that one John Constantine had. Even if he was still lacking his beloved trenchcoat.

    It was in the freezer, if anyone was wondering.

    John pulled a cigarette out of his mouth and paused in his steps to light it. He felt a strange shift in the air then. A sort of electric buzz that only happened when spirits were near. Spirits? There'd been no signs of ghosts or lingering memories in this town since he arrived...

    He raised his light just enough to send the beam piercing in to the dark ahead of him. Was that--did something move?
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    » day 18, closed to klaus

    [personal profile] chuju 2020-12-06 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    what you'll see is the worst me, not the last of my kind
    [ Everything is breaking as Daisy steps out of the boarding house, tugging on her coat and crunching the fluffy snow beneath her boots. The cold air burns against her skin, the contrast with the hot streaks of tears on her cheeks startling. She walks just a few yards out before stopping, not knowing where to go, what to do.

    Screaming is an option she wishes she could manage. Raging at the cruelty of the world once again coming down upon her weary shoulders. Sobbing until she can barely breathe and everything that hurts has drained out of her. None of it will come though. All her emotions are wrapped up in numbness and she could stand there in the snow for hours, waiting for something to break through. To break her. ]
    Edited 2020-12-17 16:40 (UTC)
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    elijah mikaelson — tvd/to

    [personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-06 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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    ➤ day 018 ( open )

    [personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-06 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)

    01 AWAKE



    ( he's not in a coffin.

    that's the first thought that rings through elijah's mind when he wakes up. the fact that there isn't a dagger sticking out of his chest and the top of a coffin above him seems to indicate that whatever's happened isn't niklaus' doing.

    that, he thinks, is a good thing. he is getting quite tired of his brother's temper tantrums. but then, elijah realizes that he's cold and that the reason that he's cold is that he's lying in the snow.

    soon enough, he's on his feet, turning in a circle to try and figure out where he is. there's nothing recognizable, nothing familiar as far as the eye can see.

    beside him, a crack looms large, a gaping black maw in the otherwise pristinely white landscape. he steps closer, peering down to see if that will yield any answers.

    it doesn't. )


    Hello?

    ( elijah doesn't expect an answer nor does he get one. with a heavy sigh, he straightens his jacket and, after choosing one direction, starts walking. the snow crunches under his shoes and he finds himself straightening his tie like he's going to run into someone important.

    instead, it's just snow, snow and more snow. it might be nice if he weren't so utterly confused. )


    02 TOWN HALL



    ( eventually, elijah finds his way to what he takes as a town hall meeting center. he hasn't seen one of these in quite some time but he remembers visiting many of them while he and his family travelled through smaller towns.

    now, here he is, dusted with snow and trying to figure out what's happened to him. during the walk in, he'd seen lanterns and he'd thought he'd heard voices but every single time he'd tried to find the source, he'd failed.

    there was something very, very off about this place. the feeling churns low in his stomach but elijah refuses to let it show on his face.

    the bulletin board draws his attention and he finds himself looking over it very slowly, trying to find anything important, anything that might tell him what happened but, once again, there is nothing. )


    Well, that's just perfect. ( he mutters the statement to himself before sighing and rubbing his brow. he thinks he'd prefer the coffin about now. at least he'd know what it was.

    but no, he was stuck in a snowy, nearly empty town and he was finding no answers that satisfied him.

    he was starting to get irritated. )
    Edited 2020-12-06 23:47 (UTC)
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    ➤ day 019 ( open and closed starters )

    [personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-06 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)

    01 CLOTHING ( CLOSED TO FIVE )



    ( it's the day after his arrival and elijah is on a very specific mission. perhaps he should be looking for a source of blood that isn't elena gilbert but no, what he need is clothing. specifically, suits.

    it hadn't taken him long to get his bearings of the immediate area and that's what took him to the clothing store. but, as soon as he'd stepped inside, he'd stepped back out, frowning. )


    Please tell me there's a tailor around here.

    ( because all he'd seen in there was khaki and linen and flannel. he'd seen plaid. this was not going to do. )

    Is there another clothing store in this place? ( he doesn't know the young man he's asking but he is, of course, expecting an answer. )


    02 GENERAL STORE



    ( they're going to need supplies. elijah is relieved to see that he store is fairly well stocked though it isn't up to the level of cuisine that he's used to.

    but, he's lived roughly before and he supposes that he will have to do it again while they're trying to figure out what's happened. he stays in the general store for awhile, picking and choosing what he thinks will work best for his purposes before he steps out of the store and heads back to town hall.

    that seems to be the best place to catch people who are coming and going and he's absolutely interested in who they are and what they have to say about this place. )
    Edited 2020-12-07 02:47 (UTC)
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    01 LIBRARY ( CLOSED TO DEAN )



    ( elijah gives himself two days to get his bearings and then he decides to take matters into his own hands. he isn't just going to sit idle while all this goes on around him.

    the library seems like the first place that he should look and when he arrives there, he's pleased to find it both quiet, warm and decently stocked with books.

    for a few long minutes, he just moves about the stacks, picking out books that might tell him of the history of this place. he's got a pile of them underneath one arms when he spots a familiar figure at a table nearby.

    he hasn't spoken to him, not yet, but he knows someone who has and that someone is his responsibility (not that she knows that) so he's going to take the time to introduce himself.

    stalking over, he drops the books with a loud thud in front of dean and then smiles. )


    Hello there.


    02 NO WINE MOONSHINE ( CLOSED TO DOC )



    ( elijah needs a drink but he hasn't been able to find what he usually imbibes. he's asked around, looking for something a little more top shelf, and everyone he's spoken to has said he's unfortunately out of luck.

    but, they have given him a lead on where to at least find moonshine which, while not his favorite, might actually be strong enough to take the edge off.

    he's gotten his bearings well enough in this place but he's still not exactly sure where he's going and who he's going to. but, he's not a shy man and he's not afraid to step up to someone's house and rap his knuckles on the door.

    if this isn't where he needs to be, oh well. at least he'll have made a new friend.

    ha ha. )


    03 LANTERNS ( CLOSED TO CONSTANTINE )



    ( when he'd first arrived, elijah he'd heard voices and seen the lanterns dotting the landscapes. too concerned had he been with getting to shelter and figuring out what had happened, he hadn't looked into them as much as he should have.

    but, he's found himself with some time and a curiosity that he can't quite shake so he's out there now, still in his suit but wearing a coat that he'd had to buy.

    vampires do get cold, unfortunately, and he wants to keep his suit as clean as possible if it's to be the only one he has.

    there's a lantern up ahead, a light in the darkness that elijah starts to follow when he hears the crunching of snow nearby that signals someone else is out there.

    he turns to look, squinting and calls out: )


    Who's there?

    ( he, of course, expects an answer. )
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    [personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-06 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    “It doesn’t have to be complicated. A lot of substances could produce that effect. The simplest and most common is carbon monoxide. I would think it would be child’s play to pump gas into the fog for someone capable of bringing us here from different times and places and bringing you back from the dead while also..... not,” Malcolm mused.
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    [personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-06 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    The swagger and step got a little more clear as Raylan got closer and all the confirmation he needed about who he was cat stalking was the familiar flick and floating scent of a cigarette. He shouldn't have been surprised. Not even death could keep John from being out testing fate.

    Instead of calling out, Raylan whistled, a sound that echoed out ahead of him.
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    [personal profile] fika 2020-12-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [ predictably, in the true and well defined go fuck yourself energy of this place, this ends far less favorably than five had hoped for. it's an infuriating mark of miscalculation. but how would he know?

    he lands on the other side, surefooted and on solid ground, even straightens, and runs a hand through his hair before a force hits in square in the chest - it would knock the breath out of him, and it does.

    but not as much as being flung into the hard rocky face of the fissure, having been thrown back with so much force he clears the whole damn abyss.

    his side cracks against the stone and he hears the snapping of bone before he really feels it. the side of his head scraped just harsh enough long the craggy face for him to feel the warm flow of blood run quickly down. adrenaline rushes loud in his ears and he scrambles for purchase, long thin fingers managing to grab onto enough of jutting rock to keep himself from falling down the pit. his legs kick out, knobby knees banging on the gagged edges as he fights to keep himself pressed into the wall and catch his breath. the latter task is sorely unsuccessful.

    adrenaline numbs whatever agony is firing up in his side, in the fact that he is currently trying to pull his weight up with god knows how many fractured ribs.

    its with one arm flopping over the edge that one might here a very loud, and very annoyed, breathless:
    ] Fucking shit! [ he's quickly running out of steam - and jumping to the top had stopped being an option as soon as he exhausted himself the first go around.

    fuck, this is bad.
    ]
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-07 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
    John glanced behind him. The silhouette of the familiar cowboy hat was enough to tell him who it was. He held up a finger as if to 'ssshhh' the man. Then, he gestured forward with the beam of light.

    He didn't want to disturb what was up ahead. That, and, he wanted to make sure he wasn't the only one seeing what he saw. A hooded figure with a lantern. He knew he was a little off the rocker - more than most - but he knew that he hadn't seen this before in the town.
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-07 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [ John has many things to do that day. One of them is finding that know-it-all-bastard that likes to read people. He's a science person, meaning it'll be easier to find out what he needs to from the man. He's just on his way to stalk back to King Lane in hopes of seeing the man wandering around when he sees a familiar figure.

    It's been a few days since he's seen Daisy. Someone even told him she'd gone missing. No body to be found, so they couldn't confirm if she was dead or not. The good thing about being a conman? You never forget a face. That way you know if they've figured out a past con or not. It just makes it easy to know the faces here in Mathias.

    He rushes over to her, gently reaching out and snagging her arm. It must be a shock for Daisy. After all, who expects to see John Constantine in a different coat and a red shirt? Still has the black tie though. His fingers curl into her arm to hopefully get across that he's a friend. ]
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    [personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-07 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
    "Why bother injecting it into the fog?" John asked, walking his way to the dinning room.

    Yes, dinning room. What else had a big enough table for an autopsy? It wasn't as if anyone was alive in the bloody house to complain.

    The body had the sheet over it that Doc and their group had put over it. The trenchcoat and scarf had already been removed, so, there had been no need to worry about that. He walked over to the body, hands in his pockets, head tilted.

    "Now, I'm going to presume you can't do a proper autopsy. None of the tools you'd need. Then again, you're not a medical examiner. Unless that's another talent of yours I don't know."