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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!

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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] tinstar 2020-12-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
What game was John up to this time? Raylan could only guess as he took a couple longer steps to get him more quickly to John's side. He had no light, letting his eyes adjust the darkness from the house and that was to his benefit.

"Any idea who that is," Raylan whispered in John's ear as he fell into step behind his shoulder. No John, you're not totally crazy yet. "Looked like you did to me a minute ago. Who's got lanterns like that?"
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[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-07 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan walked upstairs and all but moseyed right into Malcolm's room with a pinch of confusion on his face at the mess he was greeted with.

"What happened here?" He hadn't heard the hissing, but the break in the calling out was something that didn't escape his notice, nor were the shaking hands. "Havin' a bad morning?"
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[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
- What happens if you follow the Spectres? Do they "loop", do they go somewhere, do they disappear?
- What happens if you attack the spectres, like through a variety of improvised weapons at them?
- Is it possible to climb down into the chasm, or are the walls too smooth or else too treacherous for that?
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[personal profile] villagemodama 2020-12-07 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
houses
— There are no clear details available of who the Benets knew, but should John ever venture into the new Gallery, he will recognize that the photographs there are in the same style as those displayed in 1387.
— The frozen chicken is still quite frozen.
— 212 King Lane has four mostly solid exterior walls, though just barely. There are a few gaping holes both inside and out, the roof leaks, a window is broken, and there are spots inside where wooden beams within the walls have been exposed. Any personal objects inside are worn by time and weather, but at least there doesn't seem to be any dangerous mold around.

corpse
— The corpse is not connected to anything and nothing is connected to it.
— There is nothing presently possessing the body and, as far as John can tell, there is the same potential as usual for the bodies to be possessed.
— Just good ol' normal cremation.

ghosts/night/locations
— Is the magic dependent upon them being ghosts?
— It's just plain winter cold! Still not great to stay out in for too long.
— The Stranger cannot be harmed by any magic and attempts to do so will have interesting results and possible consequences.
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[personal profile] villagemodama 2020-12-07 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
It is fairly ill-advised to try entering the history museum, though anyone is welcome to try. That is the only way to find out what awaits inside.
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[personal profile] villagemodama 2020-12-07 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's not quite the usual fashion in the northeast, but considering the era, one or two quite basic ones might be found in the store.
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Historical Society + Gallery

[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
❖ 2 AP: Spot Hidden at Historical Society.
Claire is particularly looking for notable events in the newspaper archive, any information on the founding of Mathias in 1693, a map, and the most recent dated piece of info that can be found.

❖ 2 AP: Spot Hidden at the Gallery
Claire is going to try the skeleton key on the locked door. Furthermore, she's particularly comparing photographs with actual locations and/or newspaper clippings re: differences, photographs of locations not yet uncovered, undeveloped films. Is the dark room functional for the purpose of developing photos?
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[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-07 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
HE WILL TAKE IT, THANK YOU OH GREAT MOD >:3
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-07 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
“Oh. We were having an argument,” he explained, gesturing towards the wall with his towel, “and I kind of...” He stilled and looked up at Raylan a little wide-eyed. “I know there’s nobody there,” he clarified emphatically. “But I. Knocked my cup off the nightstand,” he finished with a bit of a nervous laugh. “It looks cold outside. I found a coat in the closet by the front door. Pretty warm one,” he went on in an obvious subject change as he glanced around to see if he missed any shards, sopping up the last of the puddle of tea as best he could, stretched over as far as he could reach without putting down the hand holding the pieces. He looked up. “Do you have a coat? A warm enough coat?”

Smooth, Malcolm. Good job at not looking like a lunatic, his father chided encouragingly, giving him a thumbs up.

Malcolm shut his eyes for a second, pressing his lips together, taking a deep breath.
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[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Plotting Comment | Feel free to contact me via [plurk.com profile] inkcharm for plotting, too! ]
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-07 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
“I’m not a medical examiner,” Malcolm confirmed. “I’ve just studied causes of death extensively.”

He took nitrile gloves out of his jacket and pulled them on, then took out his pen light and pulled back the sheet.

“See the blue tint?” he said to John, shining the light on dead!John’s skin. “That happens when the blood is deprived of oxygen.” He shone the light around the corpse’s mouth, eyes, throat. “No signs of manual smothering or strangulation. Points to a chemical asphyxiant.”

His findings at the time, relayed for someone who hadn’t been in a position to hear them.
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Day 018: The Hidden Revealed -> Historical Society [closed to Five]

[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
CW for Thread: Mentions of Death, mentions of suffocation, mentions of suicidal ideation, potential panic attacks.

[ Claire finds herself restless, and as such delighted to discover that the fog has... well, not quite lifted. But at the very least, retreated. It's why she packs her assortment of improvised weapons, tosses a quick 'don't wait up' to Dean, and makes herself into Mathias.

Just keep moving. Don't stop, whatever you do. The less time to think the better.

Her heart and mind still feel like open, sore wounds. She died, and so did too many of the people she values here. Not everyone came back. At home, sometime in the future, Castiel... dies. Dean is... here.

None of it sits well with her. She wants to go back to her own corpse and set it ablaze, ruin it all over again. At night, she woke up in the darkness, and for a moment she thought she was the one buried in the cold, hard ground. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.

Hence... moving.

So she does. So she is.

And finally, gloriously, she finds what she and Five were looking for - the Historical Society. It looms ominously, but Claire pays that no mind. This is a win, this might be the breakthrough they need. She's so eager she rushes inside without a second thought.

An hour later, she knocks on Five's door at the boarding house, looking harrowed and haunted.

It's dark inside the building. Claire isn't sure, but she thinks she passed out hyperventilating there, in the dark. Where she couldn't breathe. Where she was suffocating all over again, just waiting for the sound of bursting windows.

So that finds her here. ]


Hey old man, you decent?

[ Just play over it. Just pretend you're not afraid. Just pretend you're tough. Just pretend you can keep it together.

Fake it till you make it. ]
Edited 2020-12-07 02:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] endlessflask 2020-12-07 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Assuming my AP is approved I'd like to redeem a spot hidden in Barker Botanical. Eliot is obviously looking for alternative pharmaceuticals (cough), but he'd be happy to find something like a "recipe" book or books/journals in general on the medicinal or helpful properties of plants. Alternatively clues to the town, like a customer ledger or memos or a personal journal. A bowl that maybe resembles the one he saw in creepy blood dream. You know, whatever seems Important enough to find.
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Day 018: Spectres in the Night [Closed to Castiel]

[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
CW for Thread: Mentions of Death, mentions of suffocation, mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of panic attacks.

[ By the time her and Five are done at the Historical Society, it's dark outside. Claire feels stretched thin from trying to keep it together, trying not to have panic attack stacked upon panic attack due to the lack of light filtering into the building, and by the time they call it a day, she feels like she can't tell reality apart from nightmare any longer.

The darkness outside is... worse. It feels all encompassing. Claire grabs for her flash light, but her hands shake so badly she drops it. There's a sound of breaking glass, and Claire freezes, hurled back immediately into that night...

Windows shattering. The fog. Choking, suffocating, slowly fading into darkness.

Is she really alive, or is she still buried?

Claire makes a choked sound at the back of her throat, and that's when she sees it - light from further up the street. Out of the corner of her eye she thinks she notices a figure, but she doesn't pay it any attention - somewhere the back of her mind registers trenchcoat, so probably John, but it doesn't matter right now. All that matters is the darkness, and if she stays here a moment longer, she'll suffocate again, she'll be just another body again, she'll die again...

Claire is in such a rush that she knocks into the figure she'd registered but not place, colliding with a solid frame and stumbling to the ground, just catching herself on her hands and scraping her palms bloody with a hiss. ]
Edited 2020-12-07 02:56 (UTC)
waywardsister: (annoyed)

Day 019: The Hidden Revealed -> Gallery [Closed to Dean Winchester]

[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
CW for Thread: Mentions of Panic Attacks

[ With the fog withdrawing and several new locations made accessible, with Castiel here instead of confirmed - or apparently, suspected - dead, there's plenty to do. Plenty to keep her busy and out of the darkness.

There are dark circles under her eyes. Claire slept like shit. Terrified of even the darkness behind her own eyelids, she feels like she's lost her grip on reality. ]


You have a flash light, right?

[ There's a gallery they're currently moving up to, and quite frankly Claire wants to check it out. Someone mentioned photographs of Mathias itself, and that has piqued her curiosity - fuck art, but photographs of this place might prove insightful. Long as they can get some light in there to see.

And to prevent her from utterly losing it. Not that she's gonna acknowledge that. ]
Edited 2020-12-07 02:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-07 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
corpse
- Regular old corpse then? ALAS. Thank you though!
- EDIT: Forgot to ask. Other than failing to find anything, is there any particular blowback John will have to deal with for his inquiries with his magic?

ghost/night/locations
- Magic is not dependent on them being ghosts. It'd be a bit of a homing beacon kind of spell!
- Consequences and Results for 500, Keeper of Arcane Lore. I would like to know what results and consequences will befall my dumpster fire please!
Edited 2020-12-09 10:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
He looked over at the corner with an equal amount of confusion and gave a distracted 'Uh-huh' as he stepped forward and squatted down. Malcolm was, in fact, having a bad morning - he was calling it. Wrapping his hand around Malcolm's wrist, Raylan slowly turned the shard bearing hand into his free one.

"Near freezin' if I had to take a guess. I got a coat and I plan on layerin' some more. What I got on barely got me to the Gull and back. If you want to wait, have another cup of tea, maybe without the argument, I can wait. Might do you some good to get it actually into you this time, mm?"

As he continued, he rose and eyed the rest of the floor. "I can come back up here with a broom, make sure we got all the little pieces. Shards are a bitch."
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Phil Coulson | AoS/MCU

[personal profile] 40seconds 2020-12-07 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
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Day 18 | Open & Closed

[personal profile] 40seconds 2020-12-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
I. Someday our bones here they will lie | Open
[ Some would say that it's a little morbid to walk around a cemetery, but for Coulson, this is no idle romp. He'd heard from Raylan that this is where the ones who died were buried, and while he doesn't expect to learn anything from some fresh graves, it just feels like something he has to do.

It's partly born out of a need for closure, even though logically, he knows he died and is somehow back now, but the mind works in mysterious ways. The other graves are not really his business, but he passes them by on his way to finding his own, and he at least pauses to give them a cursory look.

Once he's in front of his own grave, that's when he stops. Again, he's not sure what he hopes to accomplish here, but he's just going to stand in front of the gravesite for a little while, lost in his thoughts and musings about this place and what to do going forward.

He'll leave eventually when he gets too cold and when he runs out of things to think about. ]
II. Spectres in the night | Open
[ That there are mysteries contained in this town is not new information. It seems to Coulson that every day uncovers some new mystery, and with that comes a number of questions that don't really have answers. It's frustrating to him, but what can any of them do about it?

Today, there's another mystery, something else that doesn't make sense. It's nearing dusk, so he knows he can't be out too long, but with the setting sun comes the appearance of strange lanterns. He can't remember seeing these before, so he's just doing what anyone would do (maybe): follow the lantern light to see what the source is.

But it seems that whenever he gets close to one, the individual holding the lantern just melts away into thin air. The first time it happens, he just chalks it off to something bizarre, but he has to try it again. He walks away from the spot where he knows someone was standing, and once he reaches a respectable distance, the lantern-holding figure reappears. ]


How does that work? [ He asks himself. Knowing this is going to certainly look odd to anyone passing by, he decides to test this out a few more times. For the next five or ten minutes or so, Coulson can be found doing an odd sort of circuit: walking away from the lantern holders, turning around, and walking back. And each time, the result is the same.

Finally, he just stops the repetitive motions and just stands a few feet away, watching the figure with its lantern for a few minutes. When nothing else noteworthy happens, he decides he's had enough of standing around in the freezing air and heads back for the boardinghouse. ]
III. Blind your silence white, we reach when it's reachless | Closed to Daisy
[ It's late now, and the boardinghouse is mostly quiet, but Coulson's still awake in his room. It's been a long day, and he's seen a lot happen: people jumping over the chasm and getting slammed backwards, Daisy coming back from wherever she was, and there's an image that's burned in his mind of her yelling at him because he died while she was gone.

He usually can manage to sleep as well as the next person, but tonight, drifting off to sleep is proving more elusive.

So, what's he doing? He's sitting on top of his bed, with a notebook and a pen in hand, and he's writing down his observations from the day. It's something he started doing late at night, and it helps organize his thoughts.

Maybe if he's lucky, it'll help him sleep, but he's not holding his breath. ]
Edited 2020-12-07 09:11 (UTC)
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Day 19 | Open

[personal profile] 40seconds 2020-12-07 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
It's been a harrowing week, or maybe it's only been a few days. Coulson isn't quite sure anymore, although he does his best to mark the passage of time on a conveniently empty spot on the wall in his room. But whether it's only been three days, one week, or five, he's just tired and sore, both physically and mentally.

Obviously, in a place like this, there's no mental health resources available, so in these kinds of situations, a person just has to find their own help. And for Coulson, that means trying to relieve his jangled nerves through doing something for other people. It's nothing fancy, just some basic sandwiches, and even if no one comes to take part, he'll at least leave them out on the table for a little while so anyone who passes through the kitchen can have one, or more, if they want to.

Making a plateful of sandwiches takes some time, so he can be found bustling back and forth around the kitchen, getting his small offering ready for whoever feels hungry.

And once he's done with that, he scrawls out a little note to place beside the plate of sandwiches:

Help yourself, if you're hungry. Everything that went into these came from the kitchen, so take one or two, or even three, if you're up for it.

I know they're only sandwiches, but I hope this helps.

- Phil
Edited 2020-12-10 21:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-07 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm looked like he wanted to protest... any of it, but...

"You... you don't have to clean up after me, too," he lamented softly. "You've really... done a lot. I'm... okay."

He pushed himself shakily to his feet. It wasn't convincing.

"I..." He stopped mid-step. "Stop," he insisted under his breath. "I told you to stop." He looked at Raylan as though that hadn't just happened. "I can make two. If you want one," he offered hesitantly, fidgeting at the towel with both hands.
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Day 20 | Open

[personal profile] 40seconds 2020-12-07 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
I. Before we became antiques
With a new day comes a new chance to explore the town. Today finds Coulson at the town square, and while there's a lot that catches his eye, the first place he visits is Matheson Antiques.

For someone who loves history as much as he does, this place is right up his alley. Forget candy stores, just put Phil in an antique store and he's as happy as a clam. Well, sort of. He wouldn't say his mood these days is happy, but it's about as good as it's going to get.

There's no rhyme or reason to the way the shop is set up, but that's just fine with him. He starts at one end of the shop, intending to work his way along until he's perused everything there is to be seen. Sure, it's chaotic in here, but that's not really a detractor.

Of extra special interest to him are items from the civil war era, but really, his interests include all manner of historical time periods. He doesn't expect to find anything that might be immediately useful here, especially considering this is just an antique store, and like it or not, most stores of that nature contain their share of old junk.

But whether or not he finds something of value, at least the trip to the past will be memorable.


II. You've both got your style
That it's cold goes without saying, and so far, Coulson's borrowed clothes have been enough, but it's always good to have spares, so while he's in the town square, he goes over to Poe's Clothes.

What greets him there is flannel, flannel, and more flannel, and, well... Beggars can't be choosers, right? Still, the dress shirts are more his style, even if he has nothing to dress up for these days, so he takes his time trying on several of the dress shirts before choosing a light blue one and then moving onto the flannel selections.

These aren't part of his normal wardrobe, but considering that warmth is the objective, and style isn't, he doesn't waste time hesitating. Actually choosing an article of clothing takes more time, though, and if anyone happens to enter the shop, they'll probably spot Coulson sifting through a rack of flannel coats, trying to pick one that is serviceable and warm.

Good thing time isn't of the essence here, because he could be here for awhile.
Edited 2020-12-10 22:33 (UTC)
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Day 019: Hunter's Funeral -> Graveyard (Open)

[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
CW for Thread: Mentions of Death, mentions of suffocation, mentions of suicidal ideation.

[ She's more prepared this time.

Claire comes with a shovel, looted from one of the houses. She can be found during the daytime by the little makeshift graveyard, defiling one of the graves. She's digging herself up, not that this would be obviousl to anyone just by looks. Maybe someone wants to question what she's doing?

Having unearthed her own body finds Claire sitting on the ground next to it, digging through an assortment of items in her bag and touching them to the corpses' skin for a few seconds at a time. She doesn't damage the corpse - just touches an iron firepoker to the bare skin of a cheek, then a silver butter knife. Eventually, she just sits next to the corpse for a while. It's a bit morbid, to see a girl sitting next to her own corpse - certainly something to remark on.

And finally, at the end of it all, Claire constructs a small pyre. It's nothing to send home about, but it'll do the job. The body is wrapped in curtain fabrics ripped from the windows of some abandoned house or other. Claire spends some time making a fire just like she's seen Raylan do, and eventually she just stands there, silently watching the flames lick higher and higher, curling up into smoke and ash as she burns her own corpse. Come have a fireside chat with her? ]
Edited 2020-12-07 02:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thering 2020-12-07 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Okay great! I assume it is something we seek mod input for at the time they get in, in which case we'll ping you again :3
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Day 020: Placeholder, no plans yet

[personal profile] waywardsister 2020-12-07 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
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