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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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thering: (Doc164)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-26 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
There is something to be said about the comfort of being in a wide, open space again. He would take the unforgiving cold and snow turning into unpleasant wet slush over being cooped up in there much longer than they had been.

“Heh. We should be so lucky. I was similarly adorned with such accoutrements before I arrived.” He had initially frequented the beach, hoping without hope that a familiar face might show up or that his guns might wash ashore. Camped out there before winter came. But here they are. Disarmed and making friends of kind strangers.

“I would say whoever brought us here did take them.” He has his doubts over Constantine’s theory that the shadowy figure on the other side of the crevice might have anything to do with their current predicament, but he should like to have A Few Words with the fellows responsible nonetheless.

“So far, hardly anything has turned up beyond a few old tools.” No medication, no weapons, with only the metaphorical kind of demons for company. Not really their kind of town. No point getting their hopes up.
abrightboy: (got his attention)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-26 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
“I haven’t carried since I left the FBI.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t own a gun; he just didn’t carry it.

He looked over at Doc and Dean.

“Of course whoever brought us here removed them. Zoo keepers do whatever they have to to keep the animals from killing each other.” Malcolm paused thoughtfully. “I wonder what they would do if one of us committed an act of violence against another person here.”
thering: (Doc112)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-26 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh I could think of a few worse places to spend eternity. [Admittedly it is not a thought he has dwelled on all that often these days, but this place does lend easily to some negative thoughts.]

Unfortunately no answers have turned up on that front, that I know of. The who and why, at least. [Although he may be the wrong person to ask on that front - he doesn’t care so much for those questions.] There does not seem to be a way out. We cannot traverse through the fog and there has been no transport in or out that we have seen. [People just... show up. Much in the way the two of them had.]
thering: (Doc210)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-26 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Come again? [He’s pretty sure Castiel just said ‘angel’. And honestly, it should kind of make sense, especially if there are demons, and a hell. He is an immortal gunslinger a few years shy of turning 170. Wynonna Earp has a magic gun. An angel would not be the strangest thing to happen in a town like Purgatory. And yet, Doc has a hard time accepting this, here in Mathias where similarly strange shit has been happening.

Probably because he stopped believing in the fairy tale of an almighty god full of mercy and grace some time during his father coming back from the war, his mother dying, and getting sick himself.]


An angel, you said. As in the kind in the Bible that just show up when it is time to be destroying everything? [In which case the obvious next question is, any chance he could give Doc a bit of a headstart to grab his housemates and try to get out of Mathias first?]
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (magic 🔥 it seems i had a loaded gun.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a point when questioning sounds like doubt. Believing isn't always seeing or knowing how it's going to work out." He replied.

John pulled his lighter out. He cracked it open, tilting it upside down to drop the fluid over his previous body. He clicked what was left in it to life, moving his palm over the flame. It danced there for a moment before he literally flicked it on to his previous body. The fluid came to life, and John raised his hands. An utter of a spell and suddenly the body was engulfed in the flames.

"Better we burn any potentiality."
descendent: (pic#14479251)

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-26 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ she laughs lightly. ] It's okay. I think I'll come back. I think there's some clothes in the room I'm staying in, and I wouldn't want to colour clash.

[ it's a very serious thing, ensuring her flannel doesn't clash with whatever's lingering in the closet of room one of the boarding house. she's peeked but ultimately didn't feel like it was right of her to take what was in there.

clearing her throat, she moves around so she can stand at the back of the rack with a smile. ]
My best friend tells me I'm bad at guiding but I'm good at pushing.
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (stress 🔥 you say it's all a crisis.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
Somehow, John has the feeling the bastard wouldn't appreciate moonshine and cookies. Put him down for Naughty on that list that goes up every December.

"Used something. Not sure if it's magic or some super power, but, it was something. Could of been my own magic for all I know. Mathias has shot one spell back my way already."
Edited 2020-12-26 09:32 (UTC)
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (smoke 🔥 keep your secrets in the shadows)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
What else would it have? The location of the local Masons meeting?

[ John leans against one of the shelves and places his hands in his pockets. A thin trail of smoke leaves his mouth as he exhales around the cigarette. ]

What'd you find?
hellblaze: <lj user="chicartista">. (DNT) (smoke 🔥 that's blowing.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Old Henry only gives a fuck about my job of choice cause he doesn't like magic, mate. Isn't more to it than that." He waved the concern off with a flick of his wrist. "Started when I was fourteen, now, do you think he started when he was younger than that?"

A semi-serious question.

John gave a low chuckle around his cigarette at that. He pulled it from his lips to exhale, tilting his head back against he window behind him. If only it was that easy in Mathias. Oh, sure. A hook up was easy. Dealing with the bloody drama when there was only twenty people around him?

Not his style.

He'd rather ah, kiss, fuck, then leave the next morning. If this was the casual sort of thing.

"Requires the handcuffs, mate. And, unless you've been holding out on me? I don't see a pair in your trousers." John tapped his cigarette with one finger. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to sick Old Henry on me if the performance wasn't up to your standards."
hellblaze: <lj user="chicartista">. (DNT) (cocky 🔥 let it out let it out.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hope you took a warm bath and cuddled up with some heated alcohol. Otherwise, it might be a bit much for you, luv.

[ personal questions. too close - not wanting to share. fine by him.

he didn't feel like being in the sharing mood himself.

a grin crawls on his face at that. ]


Half-Dead Elena. Got a bit of a ring to it, doesn't it?

[ he angles himself and nods to her. then, he throws all the weight he can into the bookcase. ]
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (body 🔥 in the moonlight we let it go.)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Save it from going to Hell.

[ Though, he doubts he really can. Not unless he can save her soul. It's all a bloody long shot. Hell, who knows, maybe Raylan is right. Maybe he might learn something here that will help that. It requires knowing more about this damn place and ultimately finding a way out. ]

No offense, mate. But... accepting healing from an angel would just murder my reputation.

[ Does that mean he'd rather sulk and be injured the entire time? Yes.

At least it was a polite way to say no. ]
descendent: (pic#14479233)

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-26 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ heart fluttering inside of her chest, she hates how her breathing pitches and she looks at him from the corner of her eye as if fearful he'll rip her wound right open. she knows that elijah won't hurt her. he compelled her once before she had leveraged with him, showcasing herself as someone who was almost on his level. he's had ample opportunity to rip her throat out and seems to choose the exact opposite.

licking her lips, she lets out a quiet breath once that bandage seems to be in place. unable to help herself, she touches her fingers against the bandage. it's a lot easier to do considering what he says.

she can't help her shrug. ]
It was bound to happen, right? [ pursing her lips, she adds derisively, ] I'm the doppelgänger. I'm his.
hellblaze: <lj user="synthnights">. (smoke 🔥 keep your secrets in the shadows)

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-26 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Couldn't get through the fucking rock to get down into whatever is in there.

[ which means it was a bit of finding, a bit of exercise, a bit of just john just being a child. ]

Found a passage way inside though. Bookcase I mentioned. Though, now, we can't get through the bloody door.

[ we meaning him and elena, of course. they found it together. half-dead elena. she's a good one, her. genuine and seems a bit innocent in that sense she's seen the world for what it is, but can keep that hope that it might turn out better.

elijah's luck to have her. ]
descendent: (pic#14539231)

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-26 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's just us for right now.

[ elena has no intentions of running to through the town calling murder. she doesn't have the voice for it nor does she believe she can run around all night. she still needs her rest, even if she doesn't want to believe it.

keeping her gaze locked on him and not their surroundings (the worry she may miss something isn't there), she regards him with an arch of her brow. ]


Are you worried I'm jumping to conclusions?

[ a part of her feels it's presumptuous to think elijah worries about her. ]
abrightboy: (wants to help)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-26 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm shrugged. "I just like knowing how things work," he said simply. "My fa..." His voice trailed off. "Anyway." He waved towards the corpse. "You were going to do some kind of magical fire."

As the body lit up, Malcolm raised his eyebrows faintly in interest.

"It barely even feels hot."
thering: (Doc42)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-26 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see." He doesn't push the matter of getting John Constantine's shirt off. If he wants to die from something internal rupturing that is his business, and one way or another Doc will come to accept that he doesn't have to feel guilty because of someone else's stubbornness. Maybe it is unkind to be thinking that way, but there is only so much of Doc Holliday to go around. It is arguably better to spend efforts on those who want the help.

"Well perhaps it is best we leave him be." Let's be fair now - he wouldn't call Number Five or John Constantine particularly tactful negotiators. He wouldn't be surprised if the two of them antagonised their new friend. Doc isn't so sure himself if their assailant is the so-called landlord. He could all be stuck here for the same reason, entrapped by the same people for all they know.

Another sweep of the adjacent shelf uncovers some promising-looking tinctures, and Doc abandons their topic of conversation momentarily to swipe a few vials of lavender, pocketing them in his coat.

"Maybe he is simply deathly allergic to assholes," Doc theorises wryly. In which case, none of them would stand any chance of getting close.
tinstar: (lit looking)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-26 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm still guessin' on Maine, but New England is basically Maine so..

[It shouldn't matter, not really, but it did. And Deeply so.]

Wished that you were normal, got a messed up run of 'It's a Wonderful Life'? How're you sure that's how it woulda played out though? Life rarely goes to plan and unless this Djinn can tell the future..

[It wasn't a firm statement and there was plenty of 'Can they?' written in Raylan's face.]
prevenance: (4U1ESuS)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-26 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Calm yourself.

( he hadn't realized that his choice of vocabulary would be such a sore point for him. he doesn't chuckle but the corners of his lips curve up a bit. )

I'm not surprised demons are real.

( that would be pretty damn stupid all things considered. )

What about my word choice made you think I was saying that?
prevenance: (Jrpimqg)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-26 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
( the fog, again. no matter what he asks, that seems to be one of the things that appears in all of the thoughts that others have when questioned.

which he takes to mean that the fog is somehow important to what's keeping them there. )


Because when people have tried to traverse through the fog, they die.

( does he have that right? they die and sometimes they come back or they don't. )

Fog has never been an impenetrable barrier where I come from. It can be thick and confusing but you can get through it. Which makes me curious about this fog.
prevenance: (Daniel Gillies in The Originals S 05 (60)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-26 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not Niklaus' property and you shouldn't speak like you are, Elena.

( he loves his brother and he will always love and support him but that doesn't mean he agees with him. elena gilbert is her own peson and she doesn't deserve to think this way. )

You shouldn't think that way. I apologize for his shortsighted nature and his ability to fixate. I cannot take back what he did but I am sorry for it.
prevenance: (Daniel Gillies in The Originals S 05 (15)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-26 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Because it's...locked?

( that's what he would assume, at least. most doors that are locked are easily taken care of by the likes of him but that's also not something he's prepared to reveal just yet.

besides, going in and kicking doors down might make him seem a little like a barbarian and he doesn't want that. )


Or is there something else that's keeping the door from being opened?
prevenance: (nIJJ70t)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-26 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
No. But, I also don't think you've told me what sort of conclusion you're thinking of that isn't 'the spectre without a lantern is gone.'

( and that's not really a conclusion because they both saw it and the lack of spectre is right in front of their face.

she hasn't gone from that to something ridiculous and astounding so he thinks she's fine. )


We both saw what happened. What are you thinking?
tinstar: (Laughin)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-26 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Fourteen. Raylan openedly laughed, a rare treat that almost echoed softly in the quiet around them. "Know for a fact he did and he ain't the only one. Shit, we had 9 year olds smokin' in Harlan. I started shooting at ten. Some taken in whore houses for their first time at 13."

No, growing up fast was a secondary trait of the country.

"Been stockin' up on rope instead. Still holdin' out for zipties. Cheapest way to keep someone, in my opinion." There were arguments to be had for different types of restraints. He snorted at the idea of Doc as his bulldog.

"Well there's no worry about that, either way. Gentleman never kisses and tells and that's not really my flavor of jam." Like that wasn't generally clear to begin with, though many might argue that the Marshal didn't really see himself objectively.
fika: (pic#14525555)

[personal profile] fika 2020-12-27 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Gee, I wonder why I didn't think of that. [ he's cranky for so many reasons right now, elijah. take your pick.

the good thing is, he isn't stuck permanently as a thirteen year old. but going through puberty twice sucks on a whole new level. growing up also kind of sucks.
] But, believe it or not, reversing this little error was a bit lower on my priority list for a while.

[ that brings up a different point. ] And being here - well, this place messes with anything anyone could do before waking up here. [ a subtle, pointed way of suggesting that abilities get impacted, were one to have any. it isn't a leap of an assumption - elijah's reaction to all of this seemed to veer too much to quick acceptance. his reaction to the idea that the kid in front of him was actually time travel gone a little wrong wasn't completely dismissive, either. all pointed towards this man having dealt with his own fair of weird shit before mathias. its why the subtle warning is there at all. ]
fika: (pic#14410161)

[personal profile] fika 2020-12-27 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Five figures - best start getting used to the pain now. Even if it's stupid, even if he's acting like a damn child in more ways than one. Its as though he's chasing the hope that this isn't as bad as it is.

Doc's reply, surprisingly, carries far more weight than Five could admit. It doesn't sound placating, is the thing. Maybe it is. Maybe it's just said to get him to shut up and sit down and if it is, it works.

That he still hovers around him, and doesn't look like he's about to go anywhere until Five finally falls asleep. He smirks at that, a quick little twist, leaning his head back against the cushions of the sofa, the aftertaste of willow bark still bitter on his tongue. "I'll be fine, Henry. You don't need to stick around," quiet, through the setting haze of sleep.

An unfortunate trend the Hargreeves are setting for Doc, isn't it? Still, before the exhaustion finally forces his eyes shut, he says: "And - thanks, Henry. You can - put this on my tab."