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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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cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (purgatory downcast)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-08 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
( Claire's as busy as Dean, more with Castiel's first day keeping Dean occupied, but even today. Claire's always been the gung-ho go for the gold hunter, rough around the edges but one of the best of her age. (Maybe even up there with one of the best.)

After some light reconnaissance and then errands (your man needed music and flannel,) he's more than happy to keep from sorting through his haul to help Claire out.

And, really, with Claire, it's not about help. Claire can take care of herself. She's an equal. He's here for and with her.

Dean's been choosing to go everywhere with, yes, a flashlight and one of the kitchen knives. He's not about to strip Claire of the silver one she'd found. (He's still damn proud of her findings.) He does bring his flashlight up in confirmation, turning to switch it on, lighting the path down below and then what's up ahead once he holds it aloft.
)

Don't leave home without one.

( He used to have a longer list. He's going to have to recreate it on the fly. Find a flask, bless some water, make it holy. Salt, maybe. And another fire poker should they need it. His list grows. Maybe he should make it a real one instead of keeping it in his head.

Her idea about photographs tracks what Dean thinks about the theatre, maybe footage of this place. She thinks like him. No, she thinks like a damn good hunter.
)

When was the last time you were in an art gallery?

( He's also asking because he doesn't know when he was last in an art gallery. It's not his scene. But cases take you where they take you. Like inter-dimensional kidnappings. )
tinstar: (yeah right)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-08 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow I doubt wood's gonna stop the fog, but it might help beat off some of the cold when night falls. Keep the snow out. Give 'em something to stuff some of these unused clothes against. Ain't gonna make it water tight, but it'll do."

Raylan had no doubts that the fog would burst through the wood if they wanted. He didn't want to think about the fog or the graves or the very likely fact that they'd have to bury more friends. Except this time, Doc or Malcolm might be among them. That wasn't an idea that Raylan was really prepared to deal with. He wasn't even prepared to look at why he'd gotten fond of them yet.

As it was, he glanced over at the man walking next to him. "I'll be fine once we get inside something that's got some walls. Maybe they'll have a closet I can raid for another three goddamn shirts. How are you takin' this so well?"

It wasn't the offer so much as Raylan refused to leave Doc out here in the cold so he could have two like a pansyass.
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (purgatory road)

no, you can't go back to constantinople

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-08 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
( dean's not sleeping great, never has, but when you don't have TV or, sure, porn, or the endless scroll on your phone, you get bored early. after checking to make sure Claire is home and asleep and okay, dean heads out with a grey beanie on and his signature green jacket. Castiel's handprint remains on the left shoulder, the dark red remnant of blood not cleaned yet. And it smells vaguely like moonshine when he'd poured a little on it accidentally, before Claire's hunter funeral.

The one he would've done.

It's early when he sees that the fog has rolled back. There are stores and buildings he didn't see before. He's sure of it. He's always been good with directions. When your dad drops you off in the middle of a city you don't know and he expects you to find him and your little brother? You get good with directions.

He approaches the antique store first, leans in and holds his hands around his face. He looks back.
)

This place, it wasn't here yesterday?

( Wasn't able to be reached, he means. He figures the fog keeps and preserves. It just -- stops them. )
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01 - bad news, elijah....

[personal profile] fika 2020-12-08 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ five has been clinging to a modicum of hope of finding something to wear that isn't flannel, too. so, let it be known - he gets it. the more he looked, the more it became very obvious that the choices were closely limited to new england fishing town. just as it says on the goddamn post card hanging in the grey gull.

of all the things this place is, and that's where it chooses to be consistent.

five had, to his credit, managed to find a darker scheme, and stubbornly still chooses to wear a thick wool sweater over a button down he'd found, enough of a hint at his fastidious nature and the dire inconvenience of this being their choices.

when he enters the store, its with a note of apprehension that he sees a face he doesn't recognize. the guy carries himself well, he'll give him that.

meanwhile, five walks stiff, favours one side and holds back a hiss every time he has to move a little more quickly. how many ribs did he manage to crack yesterday? two? three? did it matter? it all felt the same amount of shitty godawful.

his face, too, has a purpling bruise along the curve of his cheekbone, and a cut deep in his hairline, still too hot amidst the setting cold.
] Does it look like they have bespoke suits here?

[ he half-heartedly pulls at a cable-knit. makes a face. ] You're shit out of luck here pal.
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01 Library

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-08 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
( Sometimes, Dean will take up the mantle of research. Maybe, his brother is possessed, or missing, or temporarily dead, or he's just not there. Dean's been kidnapped to an alternate reality without him and without Jack. In that case, Dean does do research. Maybe not hours and hours like his brother might, but he gives himself some time on day 20. Like Elijah, he finds what he can, piling what he might need.

Following the stacks, he finds the older tomes. The leather bound - occultish volumes that he tries searching through, piling high to the ceiling.

This doesn't yield any results, but it's interesting. There's always something off about a place here. Maybe this is that. He spoke too soon. He finds the soot covered shelves and the half books, the charred remains of books burned.

Strange the rest of the library doesn't look like that. His first instinct is contained magic. He has no proper answers.

Back at the table, he tries cracking one book, already over needing to in the first place. Distracted, he takes the flask he'd poured a little moonshine into and places it next to his book. Set up a little area. Maybe he'll pay attention more.

He tries again, scratching his eyelid with his thumb as he turns the page to a very dryly written book.

Elijah joins him, Dean inhaling from frustration as he looks up.
)

Hey. You lose your library card, too?
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (can I do it without you knowing?)

Day 20 | Open | Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-08 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
( Just around sunset if you happen past 1301, you'll find Dean on his porch. Moonshine sits in a coffee mug as he's still rationing, and even Dean has had enough if it's more than a full mug. Mug resting along the railing, Dean sits in the rocking chair letting the sounds of Blue Oyster Cult, Led Zeppelin, or Asia wash over him.

Halfway through the mug, he starts to feel good. His foot starts to tap along to the music, and then his head moves along to it. He even begins to lip sync, grooving his neck to it.

Soon, he starts to rock. Where he starts off lightly rocking back and forth, he starts to rock and hold himself during a good section and let himself go.

By the end of the mug, after a particularly fire section as the kids might say, he lets himself go and underestimates the rocking chair, his weight, and how far back it might rock. He goes down, tumbling backward.
)

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Edited 2020-12-08 01:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Malcolm heard the music on the way back to 1306, pausing to look up at the man on the porch.]

‘Don’t Fear The Reaper’ is a bit on the nose, don’t you think?
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[personal profile] chuju 2020-12-08 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ In comparison to other days she's had, this one is pretty low on the rough scale. Sure, it hasn't been an easy one thus far, but she can think of plenty others that were a hell of a lot worse. The day they learned Ward was HYDRA. The day she lost her parents. The day Lincoln died. The day she learned Coulson was dying. The day she almost lost May in Izel's temple... There's a pretty long list of Very Bad Days in her past and this one doesn't make the cut.

It's still sucked though.

Sipping at her coffee as they settled into their seats, she gives a little shrug. ]
He told me a bit about what happened with the fog. That some people died while I disappeared, that others have disappeared since. It sounds like it was a hard couple of days for everyone and it's not getting any easier.
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[personal profile] thering 2020-12-08 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing's going to stop the fog, but they're going to try anyway. What else can they do, just sit around brewing more moonshine waiting for death to come get them?

"There were many cold nights in the well." No light, no warmth, no fire, no- anything. He wasn't used to it at first, having never been that far north for such a long stretch of time. But you get used to anything.

"Lord knows those winters did try to get me. But it seems I cannot freeze to death." He had his guns with him, but. Well. Anyway. He doesn't really want to talk about the thoughts he had while he was down there, so he opts to change the subject, as he is so often wont to do.

"I don't think this street's been done yet," he gestures with a tilt of his head before starting up that way, his sigh visible in the morning chill. "We can get inside that first house, shut ourselves in, start nailin'." A pause.

"These boards to the windowframes, I mean."
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Phone rang, then knocking on the doors and windows after that." John recanted easily, as if the last few days had been nothing but him walking through life. "Went to the back door and opened it. I was pretty sure I fell over at one point too."

Maybe that was just him dying. Oh, of course, he left out the bits about what he saw. That wasn't needed for examining a dead body.
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
Bloody hell, Daisy. [ John lets out a sigh of relief at her face. He pulls her hand back with a bit of a wave. Right. Touching is out of order. ] Had to after certain circumstances.

Where the hell have you been, luv? They said you disappeared.
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as he has his trenchcoat back in proper order? Everyone will be recognizing John. For now he blends a bit too much into the scenery for his liking. The familiar voice is what catches his attention. John pauses, turning after a moment to look at the man that spoke his name.

Ah, Coulson.

"Oh, and stare at the bloody gap in the floor? Please. Be my guest." John gestures to the chasm in front of him. "You're missing out on how long it takes for the snow to hit the bottom."
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
John gives a snort. "Lost that when I was fourteen, mate."

Maybe it was a bit of regret of who he lost it to - just not what came after it. A world of magic and wonders opened up after meeting Anne Marie. Even if she still hated his guts. Oh, sure, what was an exorcism between old mates and lovers? He had his doubts she'd be calling him again socially after that.

"No. Lost something a bit more..." Precious is not a word he's going to even admit to himself. He sighs. "Zed's missing."
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he's only subtle when he really, really needs to be.

John finally lets out a sound of frustration and scratches the back of his head. One hand rests on his hip. There is a turn on his heel, stopping once he sees Dean.

With a knife. ]


Well, mate, if you're going to? Make sure you hit me fast enough where I don't got to worry about bleeding out.
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Salt just keeps them from being able to cross barriers. It's not a bloody cross to a demon." John scoffed. "Anything is on the table until we get some real answers, Raylan. Including voodoo."

Not that John was one who liked voodoo.

He paused before tilting his head to look at Raylan. Really? "What makes you think I've got anything but bits and bobs of my soul left?"
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[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
(Sorry for the delay!)

[ john is standing on the porch of 1387 when he sees the unfamiliar face following one of those spooky bastards with the lanterns. He cocks his head back long enough to see how long the man plans on following the ghostly lights. two minutes pass, and John seemingly is bored with waiting. so, he hops down the stairs of the place he calls home and walks through the yard.

the snow crunches underneath his feet.

hands go up to show he's not a threat -- yet. ]


A friend, mate. [ well. maybe. ] Among the living anyways.
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( hope this is okay! )

[personal profile] hellblaze 2020-12-08 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nice coat, mate.

[ It's as much of a 'hello' John Constantine feels in the mood to give.

He has a cigarette lodged in his mouth, hands deep within his own trench coat flapping behind him. Finally. He's felt naked without it being stuck in the freezer to try and get the, ah, corpse smell off it. He's also got a scarf that seems like it belongs more of the town than it would for a man like him.

John looks the man's outfit over. Huh. ]


Suppose I'm starting a fashion statement. [ A casual shrug then as he steps around Cas with a nod of his head. He makes his way down the road, intending to make his way to the schoolhouse again. ]
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[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-08 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's difficult to mistaken elijah for stefan, but she instantly thinks it's him. it's always stefan. he's always there when she needs him, always bracketing her and softening her fall. she hopes to see him so badly that she manipulates elijah's voice to sound like his.

having gotten a little lost staring at the crack, she looks up and frowns. her first thought is that elijah looks a little rumpled but impeccably so. her second thought is that she likes his hair. the floppy hair was hardly formidable. he looked like a puppy dog that liked to nip at someone's heels.

she doesn't remember him being at the clearing.

lifting her hand to the base of her neck, she tilts her head to the right so that her hair covers the blood on her shoulder. ]


Elijah. [ she frowns; on the tip of her tongue is her obvious statement that he's not supposed to be here. her gaze drops to his shoulder, wet just like the rest of him. ] You have snow on your shoulder.

[ such a stupid thing to say. she should've commented on his haircut. ]
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[personal profile] thering 2020-12-08 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
The casual jovialness drops away fairly quickly at the news that Zed had gone missing. Of course they get Daisy back and Zed goes missing. Can't they all just stay in the same goddamn place for a few days?

"I know it is none of my business, but did you two get into another fight, or?" Because if she stormed out and did not want to be found that was different from them having an ordinary day - as ordinary as any day can be out here - and her just vanishing.

"I will help you look for her." He is offering to help without giving Constantine the opportunity to turn him down. It is imperative that they find her before the weather worsens.
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All I sees turns to brown as the sun burns the ground

[personal profile] descendent 2020-12-08 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ anyone could mistaken the separate rack dean uses to divide his "definite buys" from his "not going to buys". there's no shopping assistant to ask her if she requires any help, so she presumes everything, from mannequins to tables to even curtains is up for grabs.

elena's in poe's clothes to try and find something new to wear. while she's certain that she'll be back in mystic falls in no time, wearing the clothes she's been wearing for longer than forty-eight hours is starting to feel like a gross second skin. (she wants to shed herself of it.)

flannel isn't her style, but she's drawn to it after having spotted it and thinking of stefan. while he'd look dashing in a burlap sack, a part of her wonders if one of these shirts would be perfect for him. she has a blouse thrown over her right arm and her long hair swept over her right shoulder.

looking at the man on the other side, she points to the rack. ]


Are these on special?

[ her lips quirk up a little. she has no money, and she sincerely doubts he has money, too. while this town definitely isn't big on spending (or any), she thinks it'll be fun to pretend that it does. it's a slice of normal. ]
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[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-08 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
There was nothing worse than being shown a problem and being told that there was no way to solve it or mitigate it. Malcolm was the same as Mathis, in that way and Raylan stared at the floor for a long minute as he chewed that over. The question had him looking back up from under the brim of his hat, brow pinching a little.

"So long as you promise you don't throw yourself into it." He'd hate to have to find a leash for a fully grown man. "If you're up for it. It's no case and we're probably gonna come out with the same amount of information, the way this place seems to not want to give it up.. We can try to keep you busy, if that'll help. I'm sure there's plenty to do, if you don't mind gettin' your hands dirty and doin' some manual labor."
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-08 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm nodded. "I... can help with... whatever needs done." He crossed his arms across body. "I'm not..." Suicidal? There'd been a time when he was sure of that. "Going to jump off of anything." Probably. "You don't have to worry about me." Well, that was probably just a lie, but he didn't want to be a burden. "I'm..." He jumped slightly when the kettle whistled and he turned to take it off the burner and pour it shakily into two cups, splashing hot water on the counter. He dropped teabags in. "I can manage," he assured, pushing one cup towards Raylan.
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-08 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You opened the door? Was that before or after the windows blew in?" Malcolm asked.
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[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-08 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, thank you, I know.

( but the snow is the least of his concern when she looks ashen and like she's just crawled out of a coffin herself. it's been some time since he's seen elena gilbert, since his family left mystic falls but he still feels concern for her especially in light of what his family had put her through.

he wants to blame his brother but he knows it wasn't just them. )


Elena, are you all right? You look like you're going to fall over and die.

( he's never been one to pull punches with his language but she really does look terrible. )

Did you just wake up here?
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don't make him cry!!

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-08 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know, I was hoping they were in the back with everything else that isn't...plaid.

( the words are dry, sarcastic as is the expression on his face when he pulls on the sleeve of a flannel shirt and winces. this is definitely something more befitting of kol.

sighing, elijah runs a hand over his brow, hating this place more and more. his wake up had been cold and unpleasant and now he was stuck in a town that had no good tailors.

he officially dislikes mathias. )


I was hopeful that I'd find something halfway...decent. I suppose that was a lark. I don't know why I thought that when the special of the day at the general store was beans.

( beans. just beans. )
Edited 2020-12-08 16:43 (UTC)