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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),
- ~ dean winchester (supernatural),
- ~ eliot waugh (the magicians),
- ~ helen magnus (sanctuary),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ melanie king (magnus archives),
- ~ neal caffrey (white collar),
- ~ number five (the umbrella academy),
- ~ phil coulson (marvel live action),
- ~ quentin coldwater (the magicians),
- ~ sherlock holmes (sherlock),
- ~ zed martin (dc live action)
021-023 » the ghosts of fallen leaves
WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Western Mathias.
WHEN: Days 021-023
WHAT: A cold storm approaches.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Emily Kinney & Lauren Cohan "The Parting Glass"
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WHERE: Eastern/Central/Western Mathias.
WHEN: Days 021-023
WHAT: A cold storm approaches.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Emily Kinney & Lauren Cohan "The Parting Glass"
DAYS 021-023
THE WORLD TURNS WHITE“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
— John Banister Tabb
The howling wind is what wakes the residents of Mathias each day now as the world turns slowly into a bleak stretch of white. Snow continues to fall in thick curtains of flakes that accumulate on trees and rooftops, swirling sideways in the gusts of wind that bow trees and whistle through any crack they can find. The drifts of snow grow taller against the buildings and the wind makes the already freezing temperatures feel bitterly cold.
By day 022, the far ends of streets begin to resemble the hazardous fog with how little becomes visible as the winds pick up. Buildings can still be discerned as dark shapes but the weather's warning becomes clear — a storm is coming. And by day 023, the storm arrives properly, the wind still screaming through the streets like a winter banshee announcing so many deaths to come. These conditions are far from hospitable and only the truly mad would be foolish enough to venture outside in weather such as this.THE NEWLY ARRIVED
With an embrace of wintery white, Mathias offers a chilly welcome to its newest residents. They awake along the southern treeline bordering Mathias, near the small makeshift cemetery containing a handful of wooden markers erected without names or signifiers of those buried within. And not far from them is the schoolhouse, where in a snowdrift they will the frozen corpse of a young woman named Rey.
LIGHTS IN THE DARKNESS “A lantern can give you light only when you light it”
— Munia Khan
When residents wake on the morning of day 021, they will find outside in the snow the abandoned lanterns of those shadowy spectres who have moved so silently through Mathias. Each nestled in a patch of frozen white outside their door, the lanterns are now cold to the touch, the half-burned candle within each one seeming to have been lit so very long ago. Inside the glass encasement is a small rolled piece of paper, upon which is written:keep it lit
There is nothing more, and the prior owners of these lanterns will not return within these days.
There is one lantern waiting outside the building for each resident wherever they are sleeping — the exception for this is those who may have already claimed a lantern as their own. Removing a lantern from its resting place results in no apparent reaction, nor does lighting or not lighting it. However, whatever residents ultimately choose to do with these lanterns should be reported.
— SNOW continues to fall, resulting over the three days in upwards of a foot of accumulation. The winds blow in gusts over 35 mph.
— 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 still receded from the town proper and much of the eastern and northern beach, with the path through the northern forest to the lighthouse still clear on day 021. On day 022, however, as the storm worsens, the fog returns to the paths in the forest, urging residents to stay huddled within the town proper or else.
— DISAPPEARANCES continue to plague the town. While Zed Martin has returned, Rey's corpse will be found in a snowdrift near the Schoolhouse; she disappeared on day 018.
— THE STRANGER is gone.
— THE SPECTRES are gone.
— DISCOVERIES have been collected and collated for your review. Please note that this is OOC information only, put together for the purpose of helping you as players see connections and possibilities for CR and your own character's potential avenues of exploration and investigation. (If we are missing something, please report it so we can add it to the list.)
— AP REWARDS have a new option now — Ideas may be requested if you find yourself stuck. You may now claim up to 2 rewards per log: (1) idea and (1) other reward.
— SANITY may be regained in two ways: self-medication and treatment. In Mathias, this means such coping mechanisms as drinking or drugging oneself into a stupor that allows them to face their fears and issues, or talking to someone about those fears and issues. Since both of these will take some time, best get started. (A form will be added to the Sanity page.)
— REMINDERS — Don't forget about the bulletin board. Please continue reporting your updates to locations, plots, and discoveries. The map of Mathias has been added to the locations page for ease of reference. Make sure your character's sanity level is kept updated. Prospective players are still joining the TDM, so it's recommended to track new top-levels so you don't miss them.
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Apparently some people here are used to this kind of thing. The spookiness. Can’t say I’m particularly accustomed.
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( it's easy advice to give but elijah's sure he's probably heard it from whomever else he's spoken with. elijah's had a thousand years of getting used to things so while this is different, it's not all together frightening. )
Don't let this place get too far into your head and you'll be fine. There are far scarier things in the world.
( he glances over at neal and smiles again, a little easier this time. )
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[ He shakes his head a little. ] I don't think Marie Curie ever had to contend with window-smashing murder-fog, but I'm a fan of the sentiment just the same.
[ Know everything, Mozzie told him once. He does his best. He glances Elijah's way. ]
What about you? Bit of a personal question, maybe, but this place hasn't got in your head?
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( none of those places had fog that liked to kill people but he supposes every place has to have their little quirks and mathias' is the fog.
the fog continues to be a curiosity for him, one that he wants to explore but knows that he can't really share that with people they'd try and talk him out of it. )
This place has...confused me a bit. I've never heard of it before and I don't know where in the world it's located, That is a bit of a strange thing.
( but he'll get over it. he has other things on his mind. his gaze swings over to neal and down to his neck for a moment. )
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It's no Côte d'Azur--but where is?
[ A faint smile. ] The only thing I can say with any certainty, if we're dealing with geography that's in any way familiar, which at this point I find to be a pretty big if--is that we're somewhere in the northeastern United States. Which is entirely useless in terms of telling us how to get home.
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( or maybe it was something else? he's curious even if he really doesn't care. there's something else on his mind but he's biding his time.
soon. )
I haven't spent much time in the Northeastern United States as of late. My home has been New Orleans for the past few years.
( and before that, it had been a coffin courtesy of his brother. )
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[ He gestures around them, shivering against a blast of wind and snow. ] Not that you can tell at the moment.
[ Neal glances over at Elijah appraisingly. ] Yeah? Haven't been in a while. I've stuck pretty close to New York City.
[ And, because he's getting used to asking this question now: ] What year is it, where you're from?
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so, he doesn't stumble and frown at the question, this time. )
It's 2015 and the weather in New Orleans is hot and sticky but that, I've come to learn, is quite common.
( it was always hot in new orleans. )
I'm also inclined to agree that this place is somewhere in the United States. The name Mathias has its origins in both French and Dutch histories but that means little. A lot of places in the US take their names from other countries.
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( he looks down, watching his feet disappear into the snow as they walk. he looks ahead, trying to gauge when he wants to take the next step of what he wants to happen.
there's no one around, no one to possibly see what he has planned. he could make it happen and then be gone before anyone knows any better.
the thought makes him smile. )
You enjoy architecture or just an overachieving scholar?
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What about you? What do you do, back in the world?
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that's more of an over dinner conversation. so, he shrugs one shoulder. )
I own a few businesses, mostly. My employees do the difficult work and I reap the benefits. Capitalism is a marvelous but unfair thing.
( he glances over at neal, eyes flicking down to his neck quickly. he exhales slowly. )
And yourself? Are you an overachieving architect or are those just hobbies of yours?
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At the moment? Consultation work for the FBI. [ When he smiles this time it’s soft and real. ] Not exactly the career path I envisioned, but it’s rewarding.
[ Things he will never say in front of Peter ever. Neal pauses, instincts telling him something off, but he can’t pin down what. ]
You okay?
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( the authorities left them alone and they let the authorities think they were in charge. it was a mutually beneficial arrangement. )
And yes, I'm fine. Do I not appear to be fine to you? Might have a touch of a cold, I suppose.
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[ Neal shrugs, wondering if he's just suspicious of everything right now. He could hardly blame himself for it. He's so far out of his depth that it's pretty well ridiculous.
He ducks a little deeper into his coat at a blast of snow, misstepping and bumping into Elijah. ]
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( elijah grabs him, grip much firmer than it maybe should be but if neal asks, he's going to attribute it to wanting to make sure poor dear neal doesn't end up in the snow.
he's just being helpful. but once neal is steady, he still doesn't let go. instead, there's a smile on his face, placid with an undercurrent of something darker. )
Your relationship with the other side? Are you a criminal of some sort?
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I never said criminal. Let's just say I used to stay far away from the FBI side of things.
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( elijah doesn't let go, arching an eyebrow and contemplating the use of compulsion to make neal tell him what he wants to know.
but, it's really not that important, is it? he doesn't care what neal is, he wants neal for something else all together. )
Is this your denial?
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You know what, maybe I'll make a trip to the Grey Gull before I head back to the boarding house. Thanks again for the assist.
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( elijah doesn't let go, tightening his grip and trying to shove neal behind a nearby building. he doesn't mind doing this out in the open but he does have some measure of manners. he wouldn't want to offend anyone who might be out for a walk. )
No, please. Stay for awhile. I need a favor.
( he needs a snack. )
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I tend to reserve favors for my friends, and this doesn't seem particularly friendly to me.
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( he manages to wrangle neal behind one of the buildings before he shoves him against the wall and steps closer. )
I need a favor from you. You wouldn't deny me that, would you? I'm asking very nicely.
( he's going to take it no matter what neal says. )
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What do you want? [ In any other context, Neal knows what would be expected of him. A job, a con, access to the FBI's offices--something. Here, though? He has no idea. ] Anything I can give you is quite possibly a literal world away.
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Do you know what I am?
( he starts talking immediately after the question, giving neal no time to answer. )
You don't. But, I will tell you that I'm someone who needs something you have. So, if you just quiet down, I will take it and I won't kill you?
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There's no two ways about it. The question Do you know what I am? could mean a lot more now than it did two days ago.
No one here knows where he is right now. He's made sure to keep his distance enough that even if someone were to notice him missing, they'd have no indication of where he might be. He doesn't even have the kinds of connections Rey apparently had, and no one knew she was gone until her body was found in the snow.
He doesn't want to be another body found in the snow.
So Neal goes quiet. Swallows around the knot in his throat. He has no guarantee that Elijah means what he says, that he won't kill Neal, but what other choice is there? ]
Whatever you do to me, there's a very limited pool of suspects here. Just remember that.
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