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028-029 » the winds of change

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias.
WHEN: Days 028-029
WHAT: A town meeting is called.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!

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DAY 028
SOMETHING ON THE WIND
Another day dawns in the fair town of Mathias. The sky is a blanket of light grey, tiny specks of snow lightly falling as the hours pass. It makes the town feel almost quaint, the scenery quite peaceful in its winter garb. But beneath the veneer of peace there is a pervasive dread of something approaching. Something inevitable is on the wind, something that has come before and will come again...

Throughout the day, residents will consistently experience feelings of deja vu, that sense of having done or seen or said something before that can never be fully recalled. It happens again and again, tugging at the back of their minds, the memories just frustratingly out of reach.

Residents will also notice a note pinned around town:

The note can be found on the town hall's bulletin board and the front doors of many town establishments, including the Grey Gull, the library, and the boarding house. At the bottom of the note it is specified that the meeting will take place "tomorrow, when the sun is over the town square."

NEW ARRIVALs
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake on the frozen lawn of the town hall atop a snowdrift. They had best hurry inside and get warmed up before hypothermia sets in.

DAY 029
A GATHERING OF MINDS
In the late afternoon when the sun hangs over the town square, residents will converge upon the Town Hall, where a larger meeting room has been filled with rows of chairs. After most people arrive, John Constantine stands and addresses the room... and then sits again. A grand introduction, truly.

Residents are encouraged to share their experiences and information they have gathered in the town while holding questions until the end. Rather than getting tangled in the intricacies of each person's tale, it seems better to absorb the broad strokes and try to connect the puzzle pieces to get a look at the bigger picture that is the mystery of Mathias Township.

THE INEVITABLE
As the meeting comes to an end and residents begin to converse among themselves, the feeling of something approaching and sense of deja vu begin to build, becoming almost oppressive as night falls. An hour after nightfall, residents learn the reason for these sensations that cease immediately as the earth begins to rumble. The buildings shake, furniture tumbles, and breakables crash to the floor as the earthquake sets in without warning.

The tremors last around a minute, far longer than a normal earthquake, and then the town settles again. There are no aftershocks, which many may note is quite unusual. Residents will find quite a bit of mess in their homes and other locations around town, but there is no structural damage to be found despite the intense shaking.

CONDITIONS UPDATE
— THE WEATHER is fairly typical of a northern winter. The sky is grey, the temperature hovers just below freezing during the day (colder at night), and a light snow falls during both days. Residents should bundle up when going outside and not venture too far into the dark night...

— 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 with Sherlock Holmes being the latest victim of the town's unsettling whims.

OOC NOTES
— TOWN MEETING STRUCTURE The town meeting section of the log is designed for characters to share any information they would like to with the other residents in attendance. ICly, characters should "hold questions until the end" with the intent that they can get the Big Picture first and connect any dots they see. OOCly, this means players should post their character's information sharing tag in the Meeting section, but the actual conversation about whatever they share happens after the meeting proper in the Mingle section. That way, these conversations can happen however players prefer, be that one-on-one or in small or large groups.

— HOUSING Please be sure your character's housing arrangements are up to date on our list. We're missing a few people and it really helps to know where everyone is for planning. Frequent updates for wandering characters are perfectly acceptable.

— THE BULLETIN BOARD has been updated. Players should note there is a change to the wall near the board that may be of great interest to some residents.

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[ any tiredness she had felt dissipates at the presence of potential information. what elena's tucked into these days is leaning more and more. whoever jill is, she's built her a little up in her head.

her face brightens; her smile's small. ] Do you know her?

[ she imagines that should've been "did", but she's a little hopeful. ]

[ her brows furrow. while the principal could very well have been sacrificed to one of the shadowy things, it still doesn't explain one thing. ]

But there's still no office for the principal. Do you really think someone who was the leader of the school would sit in one of the classes and conduct business?

[ she shakes her head, a little annoyed by the way this doesn't make sense. why have a school and no principal office? ]

It's a puzzle missing a piece. It doesn't make sense.

[ with a sympathetic smile, she nods. on an exhale that sees her shoulders slump, ] Unfortunately, I know.

[ vampires are monsters, aren't they? the monster under her bed got her in the end. elena wonders what "weird" is to someone who has a normal existence. clearly claire isn't someone who can give her insight into that.

scrunching up her face, she lifts a shoulder and offers, ] At least there's no homework?

[ it's not like she did her homework, anyway, but still. ]

[Well, Negan's not exactly a shy kind of guy or anything, but sharing and caring has never been one of his strong suits. He listens to what everyone has to say with interest though, and he sticks around after for a while.

He'll be flashing ready grins at people if he notices a familiar face or maybe come up and say hi. Gotta mingle around a little, right?]

[I have an open mingle here for the Town Hall! And will be doing closed things here. Plotting post is here if you'd like something.]

Negan's not sure how long the silence has stretched while he's helped the cowboy clean up 1306. It's not really been awkward, passed in the occasional grunt or idle comment as they pick up bits of broken glass or whatever else managed to get jarred loose. They should feel lucky, he supposes. Their little house is intact, it's safe. That's at least something.

The silence, predictably, doesn't last forever though. He's got some things he'd like to touch on while it's just the two of them, nicely out of earshot of the other residents. Call it respect or some shit, whatever. Or maybe it's just that Negan's never dealt well with silence, always a nagging urge to fill it with some sort of talk.

Or maybe he actually likes Doc well enough to want to know what the actual fuck is going on in that head of his. They shared a hell of a moment not too long ago after all.

"Hey, so-- I was looking for something to read the other night and noticed you got some interesting books." Namely of the baby variety.

"Not that I was snooping or anything."

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Alright, he's gotta admit, the whole sex dungeon nearly made him piss his pants with laughter -- even if he did feel for Malcolm. Klaus seemed genuinely sorry for it, so he's at least got enough tact to let it go when he gets a lapful. There's a throaty laugh as he moves to settle an arm around Klaus' waist to keep him steady.

"Well, hey there." He gives an easy grin. "You enjoying yourself?"

Negan can't remember the last time he'd had a proper dinner party. Sure, he's shared dinner, even made it for others before back home... but this feels different. A lot more proper, for a start. Not really a casual spaghetti kinda thing.

And Negan finds himself feeling a little concerningly... normal during it. He's ditched the leather coat and white t-shirt for something a little bit nicer that he'd found around, he sits at the table and mingles and talks up a storm like he always does. It's not natural anymore. He's not Negan with the steel nutsack and Lucille for a moment, he's just a guy. That might be the hardest to swallow about all this. He doesn't have his people, his power, or ability to do shit to keep people safe.

He isn't having to bash in heads or burn off faces to make a point. He doesn't have to, or hasn't yet.

If he falls quiet or thoughtful once or twice during dinner, well... he hopes no one really notices or calls him on it.

post dinner
Negan settles himself into the living room with everyone else once dinner is over, although he makes it a point to thank Neal for the food. He's a little more relaxed now that dinner's over, a little more capable of pushing unwanted thoughts away.

Instead, he might just be in the mood to regale everyone with a story or two... safer stories, of course. He doesn't want to horrify people with the head splattering shit, strangely enough. There are enough stories about pillaging for food and the weird shit people decided to loot up for the end times. Hell, there are even some funny stories he remembers from back when he used to be a coach. He had a lot of angry parents come to him about his mouth, or the time a kid tried nut tapping his fucking dad because Negan might have been advising the kid how to deal with someone giving him shit. How the hell was he supposed to know, right?

Not really?

[Carter furrows his brow.]

But I don't mind starting off easy. We can slowly build up on the haunt level, that's fine.

[No need to see a real haunted house as far as he's concerned.]

There's another thing, uh. You said in your whole... demons-and-witches-are-real speech that there's nothing around here past the 1990's.

[He probably wouldn't have noticed if he didn't remember their last conversation and Dean's repeated mentioning of 90s computer games. It just feels odd to him to hear the ongoing decade mentioned like that.]

What... exactly do you mean by that? I mean, what else should there be?

He sounds like a good man.

[That is what Castiel allows himself, a subtle means of agreeing with this Carter. He's glad other people are showing concern for Dean, especially in regards to his consumption of alcohol.

Which, Castiel realizes, makes him look like a right hypocrite right about now, given that he's currently nursing Dean's flask.

He sighs, before deciding to check in on Dean regarding what he feels is a safer topic of conversation.] How are you holding up, Dean? With Sam being here and all?

Flexibity and experience. I know what works for me and what doesn't.

( sometimes he was wrong, he can admit that. but in practices like procuring blood, he knows what he can and can't do to stay in control. )

That's one of the few things that comes from living over a thousand years.

'tis a little odd for children to be learning about animals when there are none here. [Not even an ant. And Lord knows he tried... he put some food out and waited and all he managed to bait was the other village idiot with the white cowboy hat.

He gets her alone near the door, and a cool gust from outside when the door opens and closes sends a waft of sandalwood soap and cigarettes rolling off his skin. He doesn't trust himself to be able to straighten fully without support, or walk in a straight line, but his lean against the doorframe all casual-like and the tilt of his hat to mask his tired eyes can't conceal the fact that he's nursing a hangover from hell.]

When you speak of 'Jill' are you referring to Miss Valentine?

Doc had picked the absolute worst day to get hung over. Everything had been too loud, too bright, too much and he almost regrets drinking as much as he did last night. His movements are a little sluggish throughout 1306 that evening. He doesn't have enough sober and functioning brain cells left to mentally throw together a list that actually makes sense of what to do in order to clean up this mess in the most efficient, systematic way possible.

He appreciates Negan pitching in to help even though sometimes the man makes him feel like he must have wagered his soul one night and lost terribly to be stuck with him.

"Mhm." Cut the shit, Negan. You were snooping. Doc resists the urge to shoot him A Look and continues sweeping away the broken glass bottles and wooden planks from the fallen shelf. "I've been dabbling." He has books on all sorts of things. Meditative and sleep therapy type things, some homeopathy tomes, for Malcolm. Weaponsmithing and woodworking. Bootleg liquor as well as stuff from 'the baby variety', sure. Recently a couple of new additions include textiles and tailoring, for Yennefer's dress in his closet.

"Looking for a book in particular?" There's a great big library not far from the house, there's no need to snoop.

I think she only knew the people who arrived first. Coulson and Daisy, probably. She lived in the boarding house. Doc and Raylan met her. But I can show you where we buried her. She was killed by the fog and never came back.

[Hard same, Dean, about the library and book stores, because where else would a kid like Quentin feel at home?]

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Is it like that, or have we just—- not found the thing yet. The thing that sets it all in motion, or. That guides us.

[Jesus, he needs like three bottles of wine and a week to get through his notes from tonight, and it’s still just barely a ‘maybe’ to whether it’ll pay off or not.]

With what you were saying, I’d really kind of hoped you had some idea. I mean, it’s not like you don’t have experience.

"That sounds like it must be an impressive resume in the god-killing business," Malcolm concedes. "Zeus, in particular, must have been quite a feather in your cap."

No, I'm not going to eat people. I admit to needing blood to sustain myself but I'm handling that and it will not interfere with anyone else.

( elena was his friend and she insisted on helping. he'd tried to talk her out of it but when she had her mind set on something, it was hard to talk her out of it. )

And yes, we can eat pasta. We can eat anything. What they tell you in books is typically an exaggeration of how things really are. I don't sleep in a coffin either.

Are you going to be making a stew?

( logically, elijah knows that it's probably something else entirely but he can't resist the tease. he stops in the doorway, one hand in the pocket of his slacks while he watches her.

he recognizes her from seeing her around town hall and, of course, from the meeting. that's about the extent of his knowledge though. )

Or is your hunt for herbs for an entirely different reason?

[ max is also searching for something to drink, and maybe also trying to explore the other rooms in the place. there's no one she's sticking to and no one trying to keep her from doing anything stupid, so she ventures out into the hall away from the crowd and spots elena a few feet away, calling out before approaching her. ]

Hey. Think they've got a working sink somewhere in this place?

How do you think I'm holding up? I'm great, Cas. Band's back together. Jack's God. Claire's not off somewhere or off world trying to find Kaia - we still haven't cleared just when she's from. ( He says that as he looks back at her across the room, before turning back to Castiel. ) This place isn't exactly Azazel's demon kid ghost town, or any other town we've been to. If anybody can figure it out, it's Sammy.

( Knowing he's fine. That's everything. )

Threw him for a loop, though. He thought world raiding was off the table. Or, it would at least take a backseat. You think there's something out here that's more powerful than Chuck? Or, because Chuck is powerless did something vacuum us up?

( Like a video game. Training mode. Dean's eyebrow rise and then fall, as he takes in the question and the hairstyle. )

I mean that we're all from different worlds. And times. I'm from the year 2020. So's my brother and my angel. ( He - just - claims that shit, then, eyes going flat. He spent days not claiming his angel. Castiel is his own but, fuck if he just said that. )

It's been twenty years since the 1990's for us.

My some idea was my idea. Maybe there's one thing or maybe there's ten individual things that look useless on their own. All we have our clues, poorly haunted houses, deaths and disappearances. And fog.

( He has experience with physical monsters. And mind worlds. And fake worlds. He's not sure what kind of world this is yet. Making it a mind world might invalidate every other character. But, they seem to be their own people. This may be the first time Dean wonders if this is a town populated with actor demons a la The Good Place, but, he couldn't see it on this scale. Not with Rowena their queen. )

Our theory is that something was either summoned, worshipped, and sacrificed to, or summoned wrong - and it had a feast. Or, like some movies, it came one day. No reason. It came and it ate. Or, asked to eat. And they Audrey II's people until there was nobody left.

Unless that's how this town worked. More commune than full-on set-up. Or, like Bright assumes, this place was created to look like a town. And that place just looks like a school. Principles weren't always a thing. Hell, the principle could've conducted business in the Town Hall for how big the town is.

( He knows it's unlikely. )

Or, the leader of the school was the leader. Town leader. Cult leader. I think it's not just one missing puzzle piece.

Experience, I could see. You know how you like your coffee after a thousand years. Who you loved, who you wasted your time with. Do you replay crap, sometimes? Or, does it disappear? Over time, do you just forget a whole chunk of your life?

( Vampires always "remember," especially in TV. But, is memory like that? Not everyone is Dean and Sam Winchester who remember a case from fifteen years before. But not everyone rereads their dad's journal as often as they do. (Sam would admit to it, Dean wouldn't.) )

"Zeus deserved it. Tried to kill Prometheus' kid. After a billion years, history repeated itself and he still couldn't stop torturing the guy." And at this point, he was a wandering amnesiac. "I don't carry them around like a badge of honor. Hitler I carry around like a badge of honor." It was only a matter of time. "This Nazi cult brought him back in another body so of course I shot him."

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Just call me... Fancypants

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