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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
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— 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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"It's just a house," Doc clarifies, unconsciously disassociating and emotionally distancing himself from the refuge they have set up for themselves and for others. Building these walls is how he protects himself.

"Once we find a way out of Mathias we will end up in another place yet again." Doc smiles and shrugs. That is the way of his world. He has accepted this.

"Hopefully it's... where we came from."

“...Oh. Well. No, I mean. Obviously it’s just a house,” he allowed. “I just. ....I thought it meant.... something. Too.”

Doc pauses and tips his head to one side, raising an eyebrow. "It... meant...? I'm not sure I follow."

"You could live anywhere in town. You could live somewhere different every night. I thought living with us was... important to you. I thought that was why you stayed," Malcolm said.

He hasn't asked himself why he stayed, if he's honest. As Malcolm said, he could have gone elsewhere. He has rationalised it as Raylan needing the help, not minding the company. He has turned Malcolm into a project in his mind. He has done everything except allow himself to ask what he wants, not because he is not a selfish man, but because he can't be thrown out of somewhere he doesn't let himself belong to in the first place. He will always have the choice to walk away if he never settles down, even if he wants to stay.

"It is." He doesn't feel the need to say anything more than that, having let Malcolm scale enough of his walls already. He will get defensive if Malcolm breaches any further into his guarded fortress.

Malcolm could sense a hint of barbed wire beyond this point. He nodded, glancing at Doc sidelong.

Really that was what he wanted to know. If Doc stayed because they mattered to him the way that he mattered to them.

"The lighthouse couldn't be reached before. Until the fog moved. Maybe those two houses will pop up before long."

It's as close to any sentimental word Malcolm would ever get out of Doc if he squeezed him hard enough to force confessions out of him.

"I agree. Did you want to head back, get somewhere warm?"

Malcolm wasn’t cold, but he felt like Doc was ready to head back, whether due to the weather or due to Malcolm’s incessant inquisitiveness.

“Yeah. That sounds good. I can make coffee when we get back. Or cocoa. Warm up your core?”

"Okay." Doc talks more when he's holding a cup of cocoa, even before anyone dumps any alcohol into it. It might be a good way to loosen him up enough to dislodge a few more words out of him until he's reached his quota.

"No one else really drinks it in the house anyway." Much as they have taken their self-replenishing shelves for granted, he wouldn't deprive another man of his much-needed coffee.

Malcolm smiled a little.

“Just now and then. And I intend to offer it to Ellie if she ever accepts my invitation to come by.”

"You might need to bring it to her." Doc visits her fairly often. He tries not to get too caught up in only what is happening in their house. He wishes so desperately to be able to do more for her than she would let him do, but that she allows him to Hover Anxiously is enough for him to never stray too far from orbit.

"If I could give her the world, or some other world where we get what we deserve, I would. Wouldn't even think twice."

Malcolm looked over at him.

“Maybe when we escape, she just... comes with one of us. Who says we have to go to where we came from?” Malcolm proposed.

Perhaps he’d send the cocoa with Doc next time he went. He didn’t want to intrude if he wasn’t welcome. That was why he had put the ball in her court, assuring her she was most welcome any time.

"I think she has some unfinished business to attend to. But... I would like for her to come along, if she can be convinced to. Perhaps with you?" Between Raylan, himself and Malcolm, she would probably be the safest with Malcolm.

"Raylan probably gets shot at a lot and I'm-... Purgatory is not a safe place."

"I wouldn't mind helping her out. Helping her get settled somewhere... more peaceful. I have the means."

He looked at Doc. "It'd be nice if we could keep in touch. I could... let you know how she's doing and all that."

"Unless you can retrieve my phone number out of that flat telephone, I do not know it. I am the owner and proprietor of a bar by the name of Shorty's, in Purgatory. You may write me there or come visit, should you wish to." He does not expect it, but it would be nice. He might make his way down to Kentucky too, once the Earp curse is lifted and his assistance is no longer required. He is not foolish or hopeful enough to believe she actually loves him back enough to ask him to stay. Or perhaps it will be Florida by then, if Raylan has moved on to his beach paradise with beautiful women. That would be nice after these years spent up north, and in Mathias.

"I want to know how you are doing too. I should like to see you the way you want me to see you." Medicated, hopefully not sedated, and cool as ice.

Malcolm looked at him, utterly charmed.

"I can get your number out of the flat phone and put it in mine," he said. "I'd love to come visit. I'd love to come see your place."

A bar owned by Doc? He'd have a drink with him there.

"Go ahead." It's still sitting in the rice - Doc has put the bowl of rice and phone in the pantry - so it's probably as dried out as it can be now. Unlikely to be working anymore though.

"It's... strange things happen there too. Similar to this place. And I'm not sure if you would like to spend even more time in a small town. But we would be happy to host you. And you could meet my..." Lovers, friends, found family. Co-workers. Actually they're mostly Wynonna's friends. Other than Rosita he doesn't have many acquaintances to call his own.

"...people who put up with me."

“I’d love to meet them. I bet they’re almost as kind and lovable as you are,” he teased. “But maybe I’ll have to ask them.”

"...no they are not," Doc lets Malcolm down gently. "But they will grow on you," Doc promises quickly. He's... not equally sure that Malcolm would grow on them, but he would try and push for some middle ground where they can understand where everyone else is coming from and get along. Hopefully without incident.

"And I am certain they do not think of me as kind or lovable." In fact, Malcolm... might be the only one who does. "I must have gone soft on you." A terrible error in judgement, no doubt.

Malcolm smiled broadly at him.

"I don't think so," he said. "You've always had jobs where you help people. You just keep the kind and lovable deep inside your waistcoat and hidden under your hat."

"I reckon gunslingers and gamblers the world over would agree to disagree on that one." These are self-serving professions and Doc has been told, on multiple occasions and in no uncertain terms, how selfish and cowardly he is. He ducks his head a little, not enough to hide his smile, but enough to pop his hat off and turn it towards Malcolm.

"Ain't hiding nothing there, I promise. See?" Raylan's is empty too, if he cares to look. "If I had an idea it would die of loneliness." That's a Southernism for calling oneself stupid. Doc so rarely hesitates to slide a self-depreciating comment in here and there.

"That would depend entirely on who they sling their gun for," Malcolm said. "Plus you're a dentist, and the importance of oral health to overall health can't be understated."

He laughed happily when Doc showed him the inside of his hat.

"You and Raylan can hide your smarts from the world at large, but not from me. You're both very clever."

"Nobody here wants me in their mouths," Doc laments as he slides his hat back on, wiggling it a bit to seat it properly.

That came out wrong.

"I mean. All we got here are some pliers and screwdrivers, y'know," he follows up swiftly, glad for the change in topic and following that up more closely.

"We aren't hiding anything on purpose. We just tell it like it is." Doc is careful not to say that they don't overthink things. They do, like everyone else, try as they might to be simple men. Perhaps even more so than everyone else, considering how much they drink and don't say aloud.

"But I appreciate your kind words. And I'm sure he does, too."

Malcolm smiled again at that. Not kind and lovable. Sure.

"I was thinking of getting a hat," Malcolm told him. "Not a cool hat like you guys have; just... one of those knit ones from the store. In case there's a bad snowstorm again." He looked at Doc. "Do you think it's just going to squish my hair and not accomplish much, though, or does that seem worthwhile, warmth-wise?"

A cool hat? The term confuses him. He understands cool to be a compliment more so than just indicative of temperature. But to him it is just a hat. It has an aura about it, maybe. Conveys a certain image. Gives them a sense of security. But ultimately it's just a hat.

"I-- I mean I'm flattered you are asking me for fashion advice." He doesn't know what has been trending for the past century. Judging from the reaction to what the local clothing store has to offer, not flannel. But he might be a little biased, in that he doesn't really care for 'hat head' or 'hat hair' or whatever it is Malcolm is worried about.

"A knitted hat would be practical. It may get colder yet, and function is more important than form out here. We may need more blankets. Warmer coats. You are probably used to this, but I don't think Raylan finds this climate agreeable."

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