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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!

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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.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— 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.

OOC UPDATES

— 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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[ Experiments are only as good as their results, but in this case, even a lack of results is at least a little telling, albeit disappointing. Eventually, though, he decides he should actually head back over to the bulletin board and see if anyone else has stopped by. That's when he spots John and a new face talking, and he makes his approach, not wanting to interrupt, but feeling curious all the same. He's just in time to overhear that comment about John's cigarette, and he decides to use that as his opening. ]

Don't quote me on this, but I imagine it's less likely to make you sick if it stays unlit.

Oh, suddenly everyone cares about my health. Nannies, all of you. [ John rolls his eyes before popping his cigarette out and putting it behind his ear. He tilts his head to Coulson with a nod, before looking at the new face. ]

And just when did you show up? Seems like we have people trickling in every few days.

[ Sherlock glances over at the newcomer. He decides immediately that John (Watson) would likely take to him. That means that Sherlock will likely find him irksome, though not as irksome as the fellow Brit in the room. ]

Yesterday. I am, of course, under the assumption you're addressing me and not simply speaking to yourself.

[ Oh, Coulson's very used to people finding him irksome. It just comes with the territory, and it doesn't bother him anymore. ]

Hey, now, if we're not looking out for each other, then who is? This town certainly isn't going to.

[ And then he addresses Sherlock. ] Sorry you got dragged in too. I suppose it's a safe assumption that you were either in the middle of doing something important, or perhaps something mundane, when you got pulled in here.

Mathias likes looking after her own sparkling spooky image. Needs to keep up appearances, she does. Someone tell her that the act got old ages back and she needs a new fresh coat of paint.

[ Someone is testy. He gives a smirk to Sherlock and the cigarette comes to life out of nowhere and begins to smoke. It's the easiest way to get the point of magic across. ]

Coulson means we've all been dragged here when we've all got something else back home. [ A wave over to his information companion. ] Phil Coulson, John Constantine. Cheers.

[ If he's meant to be impressed, it doesn't work. Trick cigarettes are very real, and plenty of people out there are alarmingly skilled in slight of hand.

Sherlock is far more interested in listening to what the men are saying rather than what they're doing. The clumsy banter and the poorly realized good-cop-bad-cap routine besides the point, of course. ]

Oh, I've got nothing else on.

[ Not really. Was he doing something important? Some might say that faking his suicide and stopping a criminal overlord was important, yes. But does he have something else back home? Not at all, thanks to that Something Important. ]

How long have you both been here?

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