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024-027 » neither reward nor punishment

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Western Mathias + ???
WHEN: Days 024-027
WHAT: The consequences of their actions.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here! The next log will be posted January 23rd.

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DAYS 024-025
CONSEQUENCES
“There are in nature neither rewards nor punishments —
there are consequences.”
— Robert G. Ingersoll
When the unwilling residents of Mathias Township wake on the morning of the 24th day, they will find themselves in yet another set of frustratingly unnerving circumstances. None of them are where they last remember being, and some of them have strange marks on the palms of their left hands. It's all incredibly unsettling, but truthfully they should be used to it by now. No one will remember traveling to their new location.

Residents can wake up anywhere within their new location and in any position. Curled up in a bed, sprawled on a couch, huddled beneath a coffee table, propped against a wall... Wherever they are, they will themselves to be in quite an unusual state. While they are wearing whatever clothing items they went to sleep in, plus their shoes and a coat. The newest arrivals to Mathias Township will perhaps stand out for being slightly more appropriately dressed than their new neighbors. They are all a bit damp, physically worn out, and half-frozen from their apparent walk through a blizzard.

Each of the four locations is inescapable — residents are trapped, with exterior doors and windows being shut tight and a blizzard raging outside. The locations are stocked with fresh food and water and a large pile of firewood for the fireplaces in each building. The circumstances residents will face, however, may vary wildly between locations as the forces at work in Mathias respond to the recent actions of certain individuals.

BOARDING HOUSE | GREY GULL
NEW HOUSE | MYSTERY MANSION

These residents will wake with a mark on their left hand palms, a spiraling black symbol similar to those some may have seen around town. All marks are identical and cannot be removed, but will have seemingly vanished from their skin on the morning of the 26th day.

Castiel, Daisy Johnson, Dean Winchester
Elena Gilbert, Elijah Mikaelson, Helen Magnus
Phil Coulson, Quentin Coldwater, Sherlock Holmes

DAYS 026-027
IN THE AFTERMATH
After their ordeals of the past two days, the unfortunate residents of Mathias Township will be grateful to find that they were back where they are supposed to be, a chill still clinging to their clothes in whatever place they went to sleep the night of the 23rd day. New arrivals will wake in the living room of the boarding house. None of the residents will wake with anything in their possession from the locations in which they were previously trapped, including any notes or documentation they may have made during their time there.

CONDITIONS UPDATE
— SNOW continues to fall heavily on Days 024-025, resulting in white out conditions from the wind that blows in gusts of over 35 mph; the temperature also drops drastically, making conditions extremely dangerous for residents. The blizzard clears on Day 26 and residents are left with a cold, calm world covered in white.

— THE FOG remains blocking the paths in the forest, urging residents to stay huddled within the town proper, and it also now blocks the northern section of town, beginning just before where residents know the chasm in the earth to be. Venturing into the fog is... ill-advised.

— DISAPPEARANCES continue to plague the town. Kylo Ren and Thomas Richardson have vanished without a trace.

— NO NEW DEATHS have occurred in town, but there is a new "grave" in the small makeshift graveyard near the schoolhouse. Rey's corpse has been moved and covered with stones to wait for the ground to thaw enough for a proper burial.

— THE LANTERNS will be gone from the morning of Day 024. No trace of them remains.

OOC UPDATES
— A GIFT for everyone! As a thank you for being part of this spooky little game, every character in the game is being gifted 2 Activity Points. These may be banked over here — instead of linking to an AC post, you may put "New Year gift" in that field. Happy 2021, friends!

— NEW LAYOUTS have been installed for our communities! Huge thanks to our Eldritch Librarian Stars for putting in the time to get this place looking shiny. (You may have also noticed some new page layouts being installed — these are also our Librarian's handiwork!)

— 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.)

— 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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[ Game did know game, and when Will looked back on this conversation he would have to tip his hat to Raylan for his own skill. Normally Will would not have spoken so openly or intimately about his dance with Hannibal. Raylan was right to leverage the circumstances and the ex-profiler's current confused mental state.

Will might not be pleased at the manipulation, but he would certainly respect it. However, back to the story. ]

Not myself directly, at that time. [ Will corrected. ] He gave up trying to kill me after the first five attempts.

[ Long story. ]

Hannibal had fallen in love with me. [ He explained in low and measured tones. ] He would never accept the idea that anyone came above him in my attentions. [ There was a long list of dead bodies to bear that out. ]

But Hannibal never makes a move that has one single consequence. By sending the Dragon after my family, he also helped work his way further inside Dolarhyde's head. [ Will lifted a hand and made the motions of a puppeteer pulling strings. ] Hannibal regained his agency in the world.

[A smart man doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth, he throws a saddle on it and rides. Chances like this, nearly unfettered access to what Raylan assumed was, at least, largely the truth as Will interpreted it, were rare enough that he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

Love. Raylan couldn't help but feel like his own situation was personally being singled out with the statement, like the Universe was taking swing after swing at him.

Terrifying to think though, what a crazed love like he was hearing be described could do.]

Playin' the long game. [Raylan comments, mostly to himself as he kept his eyes on Will.] But you've solved that now, haven't you. [His chin lifted.] You said taking down the dragon wasn't a tidy thing but Hannibal and the Dragon aren't the same. You deal with one, then go after the other?

.. Sounds like one hellva night.

Fishing requires patience. [ Will said simply. He was quiet then, still pacing as he watched Raylan.

He stopped. Paused in place. Then turned and started to pace the other direction. ]

Was it a justified shoot, Marshall?

Good things happen to those who wait. [A common saying that served him plenty well. He just happened to wait for Stupid to do it's thing.

His chin lifted a little, eyes narrowing at the question and the sudden attention. He almost felt like there was a plane of glass between them and Will was pacing the confines of his own cage. Maybe the metaphor wasn't far off from the truth.]

Was what a justified shot? [Oh no, nothing given freely here, not right now.]

The one that made you feel righteous. [ Will said with slightly raised eyebrows. ] The one where you pulled the trigger, for all the right reasons, but after the shock wore off, you tasted a rightness on the back of your tongue when you went to right up the report.

[ Setting a finger atop the back of the chair Will paced around the piece of furniture and then turned inward, walking towards Raylan. ]

That moment when the shock faded and you realized you were going to sleep well at night, and that frightening you so badly, you ran as fast as you could.

[He didn't move, feet rooted stubbornly to the spot as his jaw shifted and tensed, hazel eyes turning dark, though one could argue that it was only a trick of the light if you looked the right way. He wasn't intimidated by Will, or the shift in spacial demands and backing away only traded power, not to his favor. Raylan Givens was largely unreadable to the ignorant and untrained eye but being in his early 40's, he'd settled into the man he was going to be a long time ago and with it came tells that an attentive, mindful eye would catch without much trouble.

Will had hit several nails on the head. But he wasn't psychic. Just following logical reasoning - one doesn't stay in this job, this long unless they've got a reason. It did not make him his father. He wasn't a murderer.

~~No one suggested that, Raylan. Not this time, anyway.]~~

I don't run. Especially not from puttin' men in the ground that need it. [Despite that, Will was correct on all counts anyway. Raylan may not have run literally, but the avoidance tactics he employed were, most of the time, almost masterfully done. No getting out of them.]

If that's what you did, I can't hold that against you, [ he continued, aiming to twist the direction back to his previous question with a faux gentle handling of understanding.] Judging by what you've said, they earned it, right?

[ Will half smiled. It was a simple facial expression but it was specifically crafted and executed as a way to tell Raylan that they were not talking about him anymore. ]

A Marshall operation, something big and across state lines. [ He looked Raylan up and down again. ] Deep south, no blinking, anger towards the betrayal of innocents.

Drug cartels.

[ It was not a question. Will was shorter than Raylan and much slighter in his frame. Raylan could break him across his knee, yet the ex-profiler walked right into the taller man's space. ] There is a difference between putting men who need it into the ground, and feeling power when you do it. [ Will knew this intimately, and like knows like. ]

How many women did you sleep with, after you killed that drug king pin. [ The drug king pin was a bit of a bluff, but one Will felt confident in making. ]

[Shit. Well, at least he got a decent pull and they were still talking so there was always hope for more. Never let it be said the South wasn't tenacious as fuck. Raylan knew too well how much his face broadcasted, so he kept it schooled where it was, giving Will nothing more than he already had as he cast his fishing line. He'd find this particular catfish a little harder to hook then that.

No blinking indeed. Having kept eye contact, Raylan didn't flinch or step back at the invasion of his own space. If push came to shove, he had money he'd come out on top but he did hope that that wasn't the way this would go. He'd only just found the whiskey.

The astute statement about the power of putting someone in the ground had him inhaling through his nose but he changed tactics and shifted his weight in a break of the tension Will had built up around him, giving no inch but resettling his narrow hips to the other side as one hand came up to gesture with an index finger at Will's shoulder height.]

Before goin' over the cliff, where did you cut him? Throat? Couple of stabs to the chest? [He lifted his eyebrows, chin dropping slightly as he realigned their eye line.] I bet after havin' to defend your family, gettin' your man was a pretty reward, wasn't it. Wanted to take full dues for the wrongs he'd done.

[Oh the stories that Raylan could tell. Oh the stories he'd almost told if he didn't know better than to fall into the open traps of 'tell me about yourself' via poking that he returned in kind. His deeply unimpressive record with relationships aside, Raylan's vice was liquor.

How many women? No. How many bottles. How many times did he drink his loneliness and questions and self doubt into numb oblivion so he could get through to another morning to do it all again.]

Edited 2021-01-14 04:04 (UTC)

[ Will smiled.

It was an awkward little thing, as if his face wasn't properly trained in how to form the expression. But it exposed grooves on either side of his mouth and it reached his eyes. ] Marshall, you should leave profiling to the professionals.

[ Rude but not bitingly unkind. Raylan was way off course but Will couldn't fault him for that fact. The Marshall really did remind him of Beverly Katz: a genuinely good person, trying to protect others.

Not the type of mind capable of envisioning horrors like the Dragon, Hannibal and what had to be done to take those nightmares down. The Marshall's moral compass had a True North. Perhaps it was respect for that True North, or perhaps Will was done trying to intimidate the man but either way the ex-profiler gave Raylan back his space. ]

[He knew he was.. inelegant when compared to people of actual talent so the slight condensation wasn't a jab that registered. Will was right. He should leave it to the professionals. But there weren't any here to defer to.

At least the stand off seemed to be over, for whatever that was worth. Raylan would rather not fight someone as clearly scrappy as Will if he had to, but surviving was something he would continue to do with a fierce skill.]

I'm not profilin' you. I'm looking for motive enough for that much blood. How much of a danger you are, not only to me, but to anyone else that's in the house, not to mention the community at large. You're in a very narrow and unique grey area,[Raylan elaborated with a gesture of a hand, one finger pointed at Will in a very general manner.] and wired a little more tightly than I'd like, considerin'. Which is fine, if that's the way you are, but bein' what I am, aimin' to understand how still in fallin' off a cliff you are isn't somethin' I can ignore.

[He didn't plan on staying up to make sure they weren't all murdered in the night, if he could help it.]

No one in this house has anything to fear from me. [ If he sounded tired it was because a lot of the blood on him was his own. More to the point, he could not answer Raylan's question without unpacking and then trying to condense events that Will himself had yet to process.

Even thinking about how to explain felt overwhelming. Will made his way to a chair and sat down, letting his overcoat serve as a barrier between then furniture and his blood soaked clothing. ]

Unless you intend to incapacitate me in some way, Marshall I suggest you go on about your business, or change the subject.

I ain't goin' anywhere but if I could go collect my bottle without having to worry about you scamperin' away like an injured animal, I'd appreciate it.

[ But the assurance was something, though Raylan didn't fully trust it on its face. With a wary eye on Will, Raylan went and fetched his bottle, uncorking it there with his back to the smaller man as he took a deep draft of it. Shit, maybe Will was right -Maybe he should go back to his isolated roaming of the halls.

More being alone was not what he was looking for, much to Will's probable discomfort. Working his jaw a little, Raylan took a deep breath and turned around.]

We're someplace new, [He started with gesture as he ambled back, unsure what topic to jump off onto and defaulting back to information. Sterile information.] Someplace clean, which is new on it's own. First drops of real liquor to be found, opulent, important. There's somethin' here to be found, though I can't say what.

[ Will had genuinely expected Raylan to head off as a result of his dismissive comment. But the man hit the bottle, turned and picked up a new topic of conversation.

'Point to the Marshall,' Hannibal laughed in his head, and it was that echo that caused Will to reach up with a hand and rub it down his face. Though it might come across as exasperation at Raylan's persistence.

Lowering his hand Will weighed his options of being a little asshole and decided he was to tired to be snarky at the moment. ]

Has that been the case with other buildings? I am assuming there are other buildings, since all I can see at the moment is snow outside.

[It might be frustrating to be curved in such a way but Raylan was nothing if not persistent and the dismissiveness didn't really bother him. If it did, he wouldn't have made it long in the job he'd chosen.

Not easily settled after the high of standing his ground, Raylan opted to stay standing, keeping plenty of space between them but largely for Will's sake. They were going to be stuck here for a little while at least and unlike John, Raylan would keep himself busy, drunk or not.]

No, the rest of 'em are.. in various states of decay. Somethin's fucked up with the time here - I don't understand it. Weather there's somethin' to find or not.. Seems like half and half. We've tossed most of the houses that we've got access too, but there's no tellin' what we may have missed. S'all covered in dust and age.

[His eyes wandered the walls and behind them sung a furious frustration that was mostly hidden by the time he looked back at Will.]

This place? Wherever this place is, we don't have access to it normally.

[ With little else to do at the moment Will figured he could close his eyes or take the opportunity to watch Raylan, while Raylan's attention wandered around the room. He went with the latter. ]

Time can be one of the first casualties, in the degradation of one's sense of reality. [ Not a comforting thought but then Will Graham wasn't known for comforting thoughts. ]

Are you saying that something or someone is in control of where you are allowed to be and when?

Mm, [Raylan sounded with a bobbing swivel of his head over, eyes squinted into halfmoons with his amused expression. He was not losing his sense of reality. He did his best to keep that as secure in the reality of where he found himself as possible.] That's not the case.

[He reset with his inhale, head righting as he took to a long ambling walk up to one of the windows.]

I did not choose to come here. Neither did you, or anyone else. But that's.. not exactly what I mean. [He turned back around to amble back into Will's direction but stopped well beyond ten feet.] I mean it seems to run at a different speed depending on where you are. Watches fall out of sync inside of ten minutes in some places. There've been.. times, [He continued, struggling to not let how much it irritated him to be moved around like a chess piece-] where I've woken up in a place, left my mark - a turned table, a smear in the dust, whatever - and people have come in after me. And that mark is gone. [He lifted a hand to stop Will before he decided to start tearing that apart too-] They find the place different than I did. Like I came there after them. Or.. like we're.. [He was starting to hit his intellectual limit - TLDR: Time was Strange.]

I don't know. But it's not right. [Somehow he got the sense that Will might be able to understand when he said that in such a way. It wasn't right to his heads own track of time, or his gut.]

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