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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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"Mister Winchester," he starts and breathes out a long sigh, closing his eyes and scratching the bridge of his nose. "At this point I do not know if you and everything that has happened in the last three weeks are merely figments of my imagination. I can only work with hypotheticals and what I do know. Chief among which is that I have not gotten sick in the past hundred and thirty years." Yes, he did just say 'hundred and thirty' like it's nothing and just continued on talking, and no, he did not sound like he was exaggerating.
"I have not gotten sick from breathing them in. Miss Ellie would have killed me herself if she did not agree. The only thing that is 'bulletin board-worthy' is a great big sign not to enter the museum so that nobody will panic about what is inside, but a sign like that will only encourage people to come and investigate for themselves. She has suffered more than anyone should ever have to suffer, and I will not put her through killing people here."
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He's not. Negan looks like John Winchester, but doesn't talk like him. That rattled both him and Negan once Dean admitted to it. For something he should've kept to himself, he was out with it early on. Negan was the first person he encountered in the general store of all places.
If he can protect people, he should. Dean would do the same thing. But, he's getting sick of not being able to do anything. He's a do-er. Waiting around, making guesses and conjecture is not something that works for him. It's getting harder. He's making less friends because he doesn't do well going stir crazy.
Instead of speaking to the spores or what happened to Ellie and this disease, and needing to be killed, Dean latches on to one thing.
"Hundred and thirty."
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"Give or take." Thank you, yes, it would not be the first time he has been told he looks good for his age. Now can they focus on the good reason why nobody should be entering the museum?
"If you are hellbent on looking for trouble, please go looking elsewhere."
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Dean keeps his head tilted, stepping forward.
"Hellbent on looking for trouble. How'd you see my Tinder profile?" His mouth forms a smile, cautious. "You'd don't need to worry about me second-taking your bio-shock." He studies Doc, his annoyance, and his quick-thinning patience. "You don't look a day over, what does that make you?"
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"It makes me old and stupid, for making a deal for eternal life and for going into this god forsaken building," he gripes as he finishes up sealing off the hole. He's pretty sure that Dean would actually believe him if he told him everything, considering the other strange things he's seen, but that's all he's saying for now.
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"You're like a real cowboy." He just grins, between the accent and his boastful sharp shooting skills. Whether he's a vampire of not, Dean sure can live with. Dean has two weaknesses. Doctors and cowboys. (Not so much all doctors. But, it does border on fetish.
"Let me help you out. I know my way around a hammer and nails. I'll hold it in place for you."
Let him, Doc. Let him!
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He picks up one of the floorboards and holds it out to Dean with a twitch of a smile.
"Can't say there are many people who would be all that excited about boarding up a condemned building," he points out. Not that he's complaining of course. The faster they finish up here the faster they can get to doing other things and the less they have to stand around in the snow getting cold and wet.
"Suppose I like cowboy better than dentist..." he muses as they get back to reinforcing the window. "Gunslinger has a better ring to it though."
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"You were a dentist?" he asks, curiously. "Gunslinger, yes." He'd point if he could, but he'd be putting down the board if he does that. So, he doesn't. His enthusiasm, however, comes through loud and clear. "Sharpshooter?" he asks, holding the board up with one hand and forming a fake, gesture-gun to ask his question.
160 years, from whenever Henry came from, to here. He was sent back to frontier times himself. And, caught onto a case in New Dodge. That as a time. Bank robbing zombie and all. And around that time, he forced Cas into several movie marathons.
"Wait," he says again, a smile forming. "Dentist. And gunslinger." Henry. "John Henry Holliday? D - Do - Are you the Doc Holliday. Dude, your mustache. Dude."
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Doc cracks a little smile and ducks his head, feeling it unnecessary to answer the 'sharpshooter' question. It is not a secret he had been intentionally keeping, but he figured it wasn't important that the whole town know that some man who does not live up to the legend they have made him out to be is camped out in amongst them. Sometimes he likes the attention, even if it is negative attention. But sometimes he does think it would do more harm than good.
"As you live and breathe." Do... actually breathe, Dean.
"You can call me Doc," he says in his slight drawl. There may be more than one doctor around town now, but it is still preferable over 'dude'.
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"Doc," he wheezes weakly.
"I will - call you. Doc. Holliday. No. Just Doc. What's up. Doc. Ha!" He's giddy and he's not hiding it. He's not great at hiding such clear enthusiasm.
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Several people have been wanting to say 'what's up Doc' but Dean is the first to have gotten around to it. And Doc, of course, would not be able to understand why that particular phrasing is so popular.
He gives Dean a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. Yes, he is real. He just touched him. He would hate to disappoint, to be a fraction of the man that they write and act and sing about. But the inevitable disappointment of Dean meeting his hero will come later.
"Easy there, son. I am sure you will have questions. Let's finish up here and have a drink while you ask them?" Raylan wanted to shoot with him, Neal wanted to play cards. He's not sure what Dean would like, but a drink he can easily offer.
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"Yeah, yes. Ye-hes. We - will finish. Let's finish." He straightens himself up and slaps on a serious face again. He can concentrate when he wants to. But, underneath the serious face, he is giddy inside.