028-029 » the winds of change

[villagemod]

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!

RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Ikiryo"

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.

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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.

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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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[tinstar]

"We're not stoppin'. We're thinkin'," Raylan assured. No there was no way he was going to be able to stay in one spot. Sitting down was not an option for him. That would lead to giving up and Raylan was not broken enough to have given that up yet. Focusing on Doc, focusing on the problem, that was the only thing saving him right now. They still had options.

"We'll head the other way. Maybe it won't branch. Lead us right to the Gull. No way this doesn't extend out to the beach somehow, somewhere." He gripped Doc's shoulders tightly for a second before clapping one and bending to reclaim his light. He didn't think about why when he put a hand on Doc's elbow but if he did, it would be a revelation that he was fucking terrified that they were going to be stuck sitting down here.

"We'll find our own way out." His breathing was coming a little heavier as his brain tried desperately to not think about how unlikely it was that they would be found, even if anyone knew to start looking. That trap door blended well with the flooring and they both had their habits. It wasn't even terribly late at night which left them with far too much time.

[tinstar]

"There's different printings?" He glanced at the bag after Quentin did, brow furrowing a little with his question of it all as he looked back at him.

"Are you sure you'd be comfortable with that?" Nevermind that Raylan had already proven that he took care of the books in his care, Quentin was... obviously attached in a new and different way to the series. "I always try to return the things I borrow, but I"m sure I could.. wait til I got home to read the rest."

Even if that was a cruel kind of slow murder to someone who's into a story.

[this_ismydesign]

In a rare expression of self preservation Will won't push too far into the tunnel at this time.

Will has an eidetic memory, would he be able to remember the spiraling carvings and recreate them on paper, or would he find that he can't recall them exactly, like what happened with the voices?

[abrightboy]

Malcolm breathed a laugh down at the french press as he finished scooping.

“You’d be understandably curious for asking why,” he told him. He looked over. “My father is decidedly not a good dude,” he explained. “But I thought he was. When I was a kid, I thought he hung the moon. He was a cardio thoracic surgeon. He went to work every day and saved lives. I wanted to be just like him. Until the night I stumbled on his secret. When I was ten, I found a woman in a travel trunk in our basement. It turns out that he’s a serial killer. He’s killed at least twenty-three people. He currently resides in a maximum security institution for the criminally insane.”

[descendent]

[ it feels nice to be a part of his trusted circle. he's so old and experienced, and she wonders what out of the town hall confessions might have surprised him. everything that was admitted surprised elena. vampires existing still surprises her.

with a teasing smile, ] I feel like we should get food. It's going to take us a few days to discuss all of that.

[ and she's a little hungry after all of that. ]

[prevenance]

All right. We can stop by the store, if you'd like. They should have restocked earlier so we should be able to get something decent.

( for as much as you could find something good in a place like this. there was no way to get something gourmet or anything but the food wasn't terrible. )

I've a bottle of moonshine that I've been hording too if you want to try some. It's very strong, though.

[bestfuneralever]

Out of all the things he might have guessed, that certainly wasn't the information he was expecting to be dropped in his lap right now. He's a little stunned by it, honestly, maybe even more so the calm way Malcolm manages to deliver it. "Oh my God..." he breathes out, one hand drawing up to rest over his mouth. He doesn't feel any better for asking. That's more than he even knows how to begin unpacking.

"Mm- Malcolm, I-- I'm sorry." is all he can say for one, stunned moment before he can't stop his mouth again. "I shouldn't have asked. I shouldn't have said anything. I mean it, Malcolm, I'm... I'm really sorry." No, there was no way in a million years he could known, or even ventured to guess all of that, but that doesn't make it okay that he just dragged all of that out with one, stupid question.

[descendent]

[ she laughs incredulously, looking at him pointedly. ] And you're telling me this now?

[ elena isn't a lush by any means, but she enjoys a little sip or two of alcohol every now and then despite being underage... she could've used it when waking up in mathias. she thinks it's definitely going to help them digest all this information now. ]

You tell friends when you have alcohol, Elijah. It's the first rule of Friend Club.

[liliowy]

[ straightforward, or a particularly unfair criticism? hard to tell.

she offers a small shrug, choosing to forgo the mention of the lesser, base subspecies. there were more curious topics to discuss than the semantics of labels across worlds.

she listens, a single line between her brows. ] I doubt a single mage is powerful enough for something like this, though I do agree - this is magic. It can't be anything else. And that means it has to have limits.

[ a short beat, before offering: ] I'm Yennefer.

[prevenance]

It's very, very strong, Elena. And you're not technically of drinking age but circumstances what they are...

( they should all get to drink in a town like this. he just doesn't want to be responsible for elena getting drunk and passing out. but maybe she needs that too. )

Besides, with everything going on, I'd forgotten that I had it but if we're going to be talking about all this research, we should have some.

[liliowy]

[ she turns her head away from the task at hand, mortar and pestle set aside from crushing black pepper.

a finger waved at the simmering cinnamon concoction in the pot. ] A willow bark salve, for healing. [ then she nods down at the powdered mixture beside her. ] And incense, for divination.

[ she returns to the motion, a quiet crunch of flakes in the stone dish. ] It's a poor excuse of what I can make with better ingredients, but it will have to be better than fuck-all.

I found seeds, in the greenhouse. I can only hope they'll be something usable.

[descendent]

[ elena's not someone who aims to get plastered, but she does want to enjoy herself a little. feel her muscles relax, her worries disappear for just a moment. drinking with elijah feels like it'll be something normal... something friendly. the walls between them continue to be knocked down. she wants him to bring out the moonshine because it means he trusts her. they're true friends, just like they'd tentatively agreed days ago. ]

Then we should walk quickly. [ she elongates her strides and teases, ] What if someone overheard and now wants to steal your moonshine?

[prevenance]

Do you really think anyone would even try and steal the moonshine from an original vampire?

( all right, so he hadn't listed all the things he was able to do because of what he is but he thinks that anyone would be very stupid to try especially when he had elena to protect. )

Did you want anything specifically to eat? I know our last meal of potato chips and sandwiches was very delicious.

[liliowy]

[ Her hand curls into a fist, seeming to give the final push to force the wisps of fog inside the bottle before putting the cork in it.

there's a word said, quiet and authoritative, in an uncommon language, a seal placed to keep it closed. ] Sure.

People die from plenty of other things, too. [ she isn't callous on purpose. but she is tired, and angry and still sore from a fight still a touch too fresh. it only made her disposition worse, not better and if there is one thing about yennefer, it is that she is no longer a woman who shies away from something simply because she fears it. ] You're not at all curious about the how? The why?

[liliowy]

There is plenty of frustration, filled to the very rim, and it will not take long for it to unravel into a damn mess and culminate in ruin.

Enemies have faces and she can't let that simply go. Because fear and dependency are far too intimately known to Yennefer too, molded and remade, and she has stopped being a woman who shied away from something simply because she feared it.

No shit, she almost says but what comes out instead, slow and belying surprise, is: "...tea."

She has half a mind to ask for something stronger. "Alright."

[abrightboy]

"You don't have to be sorry," Malcolm told him. "You said I didn't have to tell you. I chose to tell you. It's... not exactly a secret around here, that my father is a serial killer. It's kind of hard to pretend I'm not a basket case when they found me in severe withdrawal and I scream like a banshee nightly."

[liliowy]

Mm. It could be some form of wraith. [ she muses, brows knit as she levels elena with a contemplative gaze. ] Though not terribly likely.

It's frustrating, [ she admits, nose scrunched up in pointed distaste. ] and bizarre, to have those responsible go without revealing themselves for as long as this.

Here I thought would be a perfect opportunity to gloat.

[descendent]

Ooo.

[ elena makes a face, trying to remember what she's found in the general store. given that she goes there almost every day, she should know the specific aisle and shelf everything is located.

scrunching up her face, she playfully suggests, ] Do you think a chocolate bar might be pushing it? A sandwich, a chocolate bar, and maybe a slushy if we can find a machine.

[liliowy]

[ by who she almost smarts, but decides to bite her tongue.

a rarity, he might come to learn, but he is here offering help, and it would do her no good to piss anyone else off.

inhaling deeply, yen lets it out with a shake of her head. ] It's a far cry from what I can make with better ingredients. [ still, it was a relief to talk logistics. a long shot from strategy, but all things considered, better than nothing. ] I can heal more serious wounds with magic. [ things do get harder when the injury is on yourself, but perhaps she won't need to explain that small detail. ]

But - if you find cinnamon, and nutmeg, I'd - appreciate getting my hands on more of it. Bayleaves too. Willow bark, if you're ever close enough to the tree line, though I can fetch that myself.

[prevenance]

As long as you don't put the chocolate bar on the sandwich. That might be a little too much for me.

( and he drinks blood on an almost daily basis. but otherwise, her menu for tonight doesn't sound too bad. he can't remember the last time he had a slushie but maybe today was the day to rectify that. )

You're going to be up all night, though.

( not that he minds. after everything, neither of them would probably sleep that much. )

[fika]

It's a really good thing he stopped himself! No one wants to see a tantrum.

"Probably will be better for your sanity if you lose that context real quick," comes the other end of that answer, a look tossed Klaus' way.

[descendent]

[ note to self: put the chocolate bar on a piece of bread and tease him.

she shrugs, ] At least I have good company.

[ elena smiles, feeling very much like her old self. she doesn't feel weighed down like she's sinking. she feels like she's floating for the first time in years. despite everything that has been shared, she feels good about being here.

her brows furrow softly as she peers down at the snow-covered ground. ] Have you ever heard of a store being magically restocked?

[prevenance]

I haven't.

( even the witches that he knew weren't able to just magically restock their posessions. they had to seek out the ingredients and renew their inventory that way. no one could just magically restock an entire store. )

Even the witches that I know aren't able to do that. They have to find their inventory just like everyone else.

( he has no idea what to think of this town or how it works. he doesn't know anything with this power. )

[fika]

"Thanks," is clipped out, as he slides himself back to sit in the armchair, instead of being folded over the edge of the armrest. He takes a sip of the moonshine, and wonders why the hell he hasn't been cutting it with orange juice.

Maybe that's his way of stopping himself from getting too shitfaced, since this way he couldn't chug this stuff.

"No, he wasn't," he says with a shake of his head, running a palm down his face, and wondering if Negan heard the extent of Klaus' untimely summary. "No one was, actually. Not a single person left. There were some roaches though."

"Sounds like yours was a little more occupied."

[bestfuneralever]

He nods a little, it's all he can do to not make an excuse and apologize again. A habit his sister would understand better than anyone else. "Yeah... yeah, I guess that makes sense." He nods again, not sure what to say on the heels of that explanation.