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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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a. wakey-wakey, salty eggs and bacon - (boarding house)

[So it's not only the Fog, it's also Groundhog Day.

When he comes to in the boarding house, Carter sits up with a low, long, disgruntled groan in the back of his throat. Again!? Come on!

He pats himself down for some - well, maybe some kind of reality check? But yeah, there's still the small cut on his palm which reminds him of his embarrassing, embarrassing display from last night. Which means... yep, peanut bar is still gone. Great. The one thing that could have gladly been part of a bizarre dream? Gives him all the reminders that it actually happened.

All right. All right. No need to panic. What's there to panic about in a town with murderous phones calling upon Satan's fog and making you resurrect at the beach or shadowy mirror figures that cut you up with the pieces of their natural habitat.

No, this is fine. This is great. He's doing great.]

Hi. I'm sorry. You, uh. You look like a person who knows things about... things. With magic and potential death and doom and-- Is this how people sleep here? Is, is that a thing, like a thimblerig, your body waking up in a new house every day, are there tiny gnomes picking us up and relocating us because I wouldn't even be surprised...

b. flannel hell - (clothing store)

[After he's had a) some coffe, b) a pillow to scream into and c) more coffee he figures it's a good idea to actually go outside and see what all the fuss is about. So far, he only knows Mathias from eerie pictures and even eerier recollections that his roommates have told him. Maybe... maybe if he sees it by daylight it won't be as bad?

It's as bad.

It's exactly as bad and he stomps through the snow, shivering until he finds the clothing store. Which, great, that should have been his first stop anyway. There's already so much happening, Carter doesn't want to put pneumonia on the list.

Except when he enters the store, there it is. The flannel. He just stands there, holding it up. Putting it down. Holding it up.

He's really cold. But he also really, really doesn't want to wear this.

He just assumes everyone in this place is a survivalist pro so when someone enters, he immediately looks up.]

Is this the only clothing store in town?

[ It was the classic moment of someone stopping mid motion and looking behind and around themselves in the desperate hope that this stranger is not talking to him.

Back. Left. Right. No one. Drat.

Letting the door close Will glanced quickly over John, from his face to his feet and then sent his eyes skittering off. Oh look! Underwear. Flannel boxers. Not his usual but any port in a storm right? ]

Apparently you can also go into unoccupied houses and take stuff from the closets. I personally would leave the underwear drawer alone.

[ As he found his size range, Will scooped up a couple of packages of said garments. He also peeked over at Carter. ]

Nothing in your size?

Nothing in my aesthetics.

[There is another long and exaggerated look of preppy agony before the cold finally winds out and he slips into the checkered jacket. For now. Until he finds something better. This is a temporary setback. He steps from one foot to the other, waiting for the warmth to come back and flashes the stranger a friendly smile.

Except...]

... Underwear.

[He stops his wiggling and repeats it slowly, realization of their importance dawning on his face as his eyes dart down his scrub pants.]

Oh man, I didn't really-- Are there any more of those?

[He nods towards the packs.]

[ Will pokes at a few additional packets on the shelf but looks over at Carter with a dry expression of sarcastic sympathy. ] They're flannel.

[ And if that isn't your aesthetic doctor...

Will's closet back home, before and after he had married Molly consisted of flannel. All the flannel. He liked the fabric and as such was judging Carter just a wee bit for his attitude. ]

Oh.

[There's a longer pause and Carter purses his lips as he considers this. Well, nobody would see them, it's probably okay. Except for the stranger who now shares the forbidden secret of his new underwear.

He steps over to grab a few packs himself and inspects the patterns before putting them with the rest of his pickings.]

Right. So, uh. Hey. How's it going? With all the... raiding houses, trying to survive the horror apocalypse...

[Congratulations, Will. Flannel hell has just been upgraded into small talk hell.]

Did you do the whole waking up in different houses kind of thing? Boy, was that a ride, huh?

[He laughs a pretty painful laugh as if they were discussing the weather.]

[ The expression on Will's face says it all.

You're talking to a stranger, holding flannel underwear and making small talk? Was this a foot under the bathroom stall type come on? It's a brief thought that is quickly wiped away as Will takes in more of Carter.

His relative youth, his tempo of speech, his painfully bad attempt to brush off the past couple of days as ha ha no big deal. Don't mind the young man fighting back the beginnings of a hysterical fit.

He considers being an ass, but Carter's brown eyes are kinda puppy like and Will is a sucker for lost puppers. ]

It was not a different house for me. It was my initial introduction to this place. Obviously you have been here a while longer?

[The expression on Will's face says it all.

Carter snaps his mouth shut and wonders. Maybe he should just go and probably relive this moment many times before trying to go to sleep at night... but then Will actually answers, gives him a hook and a way out of this high-strung misery. He appreciates it.]

It's my third day. I have no idea where that puts me on the veteran scale.

[And that knowledge feels weirdly disjointed because Carter can't believe it's only been three days with all that has happened – and at the same time he can't fully grasp that he has been stuck here for three days. Missing for three days, away from home for three days. Too long to still believe this is a dream, too long for that initial hope that all of this was just some temporary breakdown or burnout hallucination.]

First I woke up in a haunted house with lots of mirrors. And then, two days later, in the boarding house. I don't know who moved my body and at this point I'm not even sure I wanna know.

[ If he could read minds, Will might have offered bonding over the delusion that all this might be some sort of mental breakdown hallucination.

Alas.

What he can infer, however, is that Carter appears close to a genuine breakdown over this place. Understandable for someone who screamed innocent civilian. If slightly preppy civilian. ]

That appears to be a common occurrence across many of us. [ While he was not the best at offering comfort to complete strangers -except dogs- he could fake it.

Keep asking the questions, keep encouraging Carter to talk. Help draw the man out of the nightmare scenarios racing around in a mind too rational to find them anything other than abhorrent. ] Have you had the opportunity to meet some of the others trapped here?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. Mr. Henry, Dr. Magnus... everyone's been pretty nice so far.

[Which helps. A lot, actually, more than he's aware. He's used to teamwork, working against the clock together, relying on the people left and right while doing his part. Just knowing there are others out here facing the same odds and perils makes him feel a bit more at home.

Which reminds him.

He pulls the slightly-too-long sleeve back and sticks out his hand.]

John Carter. It's nice to meet you.

John Carter | Day 26+27 | ota

Day 26

Ahhh flannel

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Wear the damn flannel Carter

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Day 27

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