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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- elena gilbert (the vampire diaries),
- elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries),
- ellie (the last of us),
- klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- negan (the walking dead),
- raylan givens (justified),
- ~ castiel (supernatural),
- ~ claire novak (supernatural),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ dean winchester (supernatural),
- ~ eliot waugh (the magicians),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ max guevara (dark angel),
- ~ number five (the umbrella academy),
- ~ phil coulson (marvel live action)
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"
CONDITIONS UPDATE
OOC UPDATES
CLAIMING AP REWARDS
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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.
— 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.
— 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.
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 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. ]
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with a grunt, she follows him, pushing as much as her human, wiry weight against the bookshelf that she can. being a doppelgänger has to help in this situation, surely?
voice stressed, she mutters, ] I might brainstorm your nickname a little. Raggedy, broken man seems a bit mean. You look like you brushed your hair before you got beaten up. [ she smiles at him, hopefully reading him right as being someone who likes to be teased more than he likes to be skirted around.
then scrunches up her face to keep pushing. ]
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that's new. he hasn't been called jonathan before.
then he laughs as they continue to push the bookcase. it sounds more like a wheeze, given the state of his ribcage. ]
I've got great posture and self care! [ john gives one more nod to her. there is one final push.
then the bookcase gives way.
CRASH.
dusty goes up. the sound echoes in the library.
he instinctively grabs elena's arm and pulls her closer just in case. pieces of paper from remaining books go up in the air. his eyes follow the papers and one hand comes up to wave the dust away from their faces. another cough. ]
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she doesn't know what she had expected, other than a mess. it's natural instinct for her to glance over her shoulder as if a librarian is bound to come running down the aisles to scold them, but she's sorely disappointed.
without thinking, she grabs his arm and takes a step closer to the bookshelf. ]
What is that?
[ this is such a cliche—and makes her feel excited by the fact it seems like she's living in the goonies with its secret passageways. ]
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he raises an eyebrow and looks over at where she's turned. his head tilts.
john pulls her gently along with him as he sees a cutout. he pulls her instinctively close, hand reaching up to test the cutout--a doorway. ]
Well, Half-Dead Elena. Looks like we might of found our way under the floor.
[ he looks at her with a grin, pulling out his lighter and flicking it on. ]
Stay close.
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eyeing his lighter with some amusement, she shakes her head and prepares herself quietly to enter somewhere rather dark, possibly dank, and hopefully not dangerous. she doesn't pull away from his touch. ]
You never saw this before? [ she asks it quietly, a touch afraid that there's something in this section of the library that could be awoken if she so much as yelled it. ]
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Never got around to breaking the bookcases. Suppose that should of been the firs thing I tried... the floor was just the easier target.
[ he makes sure she's behind him. his arm gives her a bit of a boundary as the start into the dark room--and stairs. stairs. he tilts his head at it, but then makes sure to gently guide the both of them towards the wall. who knows how long it had been since anyone had been in here. ]
Stay close, luv.
[ slowly, he makes his way down the stairs. that light from his lighter isn't as much as he had hoped it would be. he might need to make a light source. not the best idea, given his current physical state, and how much he can feel the magic having drained his energy already. ]
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she sighs, ] I feel like this is the moment in horror movies where the killer slams the door shut, locks us in here with them, and then kills us.
[ usually she can stay silent and caroline's the blabbermouth, but without one of her two best friends here, elena feels compelled to fill in the space. besides, it's creepy in here and the silence is just making the hair stand up all over her body. ]
Sorry. My mind kind of goes to slasher films when I'm trapped in the dark.
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[ the humor is present to try and keep her calm. he's been hairier places than this. still, if she isn't used to it? best to keep her put together and with him. which is why there is a nudge with the arm that is stretched out behind him.
take his hand, elena. ]
There's always an end. It's just getting to it.
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placing her hand in his, she squeezes it. ]
Have you ever been in a secret tunnel before?
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[ he gives her a squeeze back to show he knows she's there.
he stops briefly to look down with the lighter. it seems like only a few more steps, but... ]
A few things like it. This is the sort of thing I do back home. I go into dark scary places, find what's giving a haunt, send it back to Hell, then go have a drink.
Mathias is just a bit harder of a nut to crack.
[ he turns to look at her. with a notion, he pushed them against the wall. ]
How about this, then? Hold this for us. [ then, he hands her the lighter. ] I'll get us a bit more light.
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brow furrowing, she eyes him—not that there's much to eye. he's going to fix that, though. ]
Are you going to make the flame bigger?
[ oo, exciting. ]
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Not my best work, but, works in a pinch. Just keep holding the lighter. It needs a steady source. [ then, he reaches up and nudges one of her hands to take his again. he still doesn't trust the stairs entirely.
a few more steps down and the light drops with them. it's always above them, but follows them down.
they finally reach the bottom. he holds up his other hand and the flaming light comes down to their level. still safely above their heads, but, closer now. ]