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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries),
- ellie (the last of us),
- klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- ~ alex millar (being human),
- ~ claire novak (supernatural),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ dean winchester (supernatural),
- ~ helen magnus (sanctuary),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ melanie king (magnus archives),
- ~ sam winchester (supernatural)
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!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Ikiryo"
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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.
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.
Day 29, Evening: Closed to Ellie
What an she say, she's a very considerate pseudo-daughter like that. Not that Dean and Cas are her fathers. They're just kinda her dads.
Shaking her head against those weird contemplations, Claire pulls her coat more closely around herself as she makes her way to a familiar house, knocking three times on the door just like she did during that first night and the raging storm.
Still no pizza.
Just an earthquake this time. She really hopes Ellie's okay - has no doubt that Ellie is someone you don't have to worry about living on her own, but still. Claire just needs her to not be hurt or anything like that.
Her throat is dry - the last time they talked, Claire had been a mess and creeping on Ellie's singing. But it's cool, right? They're cool.
Yeah.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and shifts her weight on her feet, worrying her lower lip.
Claire knows she could have just called, but... well. But. it felt better to just... come over.
Yeah, totally normal. Totally cool. Just checking in. Cool cool cool. ]
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She wants to be amused at her own grim thoughts but she can't find any actual humour about it. Those things could really happen here, seems like.
She's picking up some books that fell off a shelf, just absently, needing something to do.
When she goes to the door, she's expecting Henry. It's his overprotective dad nature to come check on her, she figures. So she looks like she's about to roll her eyes and make some remark when she pulls the door open, but that cuts off when she sees who is actually standing there. ]
Claire? Oh, hey. Man, I haven't seen you in like a week.
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[ Claire makes a vague gesture, indicating their surroundings. There's a bandage around her hand. She ducks her head a little, sheepish, worries her lower lip. ]
I bailed on you after I totally broke down on you, and... it wasn't cool of me to make myself rare, but I'm really grateful you were there for me. I just. I'm not really great at like. You know. The emotional crap. Kind of took some time. Dug my body up and gave myself a hunter's funeral. Bonfire. That was... weirdly cathertic. And then, y'know, seems everyone was pulled different places, and...
[ She's rambling. Claire scuffs the tip of her boot against the floor, purses her lips, then looks back up Ellie with a glint of teasing in her eyes. ]
So, hey. There was a bit of a rumble. If you have a big sound system in there that you were blasting, now'd be a good time to come clean on holding out on me Ell's Bells.
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[ Of course Ellie notices that bandage. ]
Here, come in, it's still fucking freezing.
[ She moves to let Claire in so they can go to the living room. The heat is working, for now, so it's a livable temperature. Ellie doesn't turn it up too high; she figures if she gets too used to being very warm, the nights when the power fritzes will be harder. Still, it's warm enough that she doesn't need a coat inside. Good enough for her. ]
Wait, dude, you dug up your body? You mean it was still there? How the fuck does that work?
[ She hears the rest of it, but that part...she can't decide if that's terrifying or hardcore or just plain goddamn weird.
She snorts a laugh at the sound system thing. ]
Psh, I wish. I heard sound systems used to do cool shit like shake the walls but I've only ever had a dinky stereo. And somehow I doubt this nightmare town has big boomy speakers either.
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[ Arriving at the mansion, back where she'd been on that one lost day not even a month ago, Claire had somewhat lost it. It had taken the realization that at least this time she wasn't alone in the endless, identical corridors, to calm her frayed nerves.
She's in somewhat less of a pitch black headspace now, and follows Ellie inside. ]
Yeah, it was there. Wore my clothes, looked perfectly like me. This place is such a freakshow.
[ Her mind's circled through explanations, and none of them are good - whether she draws from hunter knowledge or from pop culture. ]
Well, if it did, we'd blast it so loud the old dudes here with us think it's another earthquake. Speaking of - that's why I'm here. Figured I'd make sure you're okay, and help you with the clean up.
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[ Ellie might have thought it was an anger thing, but she heard about there being weird shit in the mirrors. Henry mentioned it to her. So maybe Claire was trapped in that same place? Or it was happening other places? Well, fuck that idea. ]
That's the worst fucking thing I've heard all day.
[ She can't imagine how surreal and awful it is, looking at your own dead body. Maybe that's what it's like to be a ghost! Not that she believes in those either, but she's entertaining the idea, considering this town so far. ]
Well now we gotta find one. But yeah, I'm just picking up books like I actually live here or am gonna read them. Come in. The other lady who's staying here isn't here right now, but she's cool anyway.
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[ She smiles, wry but earnest, and looks around to survey the damage. Not too bad overall. Nothing that can't be fixed and put back together, at least, and isn't that a tiny little silver lining in this shithole of a place. ]
Other lady? You got a new roommate, then?
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[ There's a bit of broken glass in the kitchen and then the books, some messed up shelves. But the house did a pretty good job standing up to the earthquake. And Ellie herself is unscathed, probably by sheer luck. But she'll take what little luck she can in this place. ]
Uh...yeah, I guess Henry got worried about me and asked her to come. Her name's Yennefer. She's a wizard or something?
[ Look, Ellie can't keep all the words for People That Do Magic straight. ]
She's...
[ Breathtakingly pretty? Clearly a badass? Probably capable of killing people with less remorse than Ellie? ]
...pretty cool so far.
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A wizard or something - so a witch. Witches suck.
Except for the ones who are pretty cool apparently. Claire grips the stack of books a little too tightly for a moment, and forces herself to relax. ]
Oh yeah? She pull any bunnies out of any hats?
[ She tosses a wry little smile over her shoulder to Ellie.
Honestly, no need to be an ass, and Claire manages to keep the bite out of her tone pretty well. ]
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She laughs at the joke anyway. ]
Ha, no. That would be extra amazing here, though, since there's no bunnies anywhere that I've seen. She was just, like, mixing something for...what was it? Divination?
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[ Claire bites her lip, then glances over at Ellie. Concern gnaws at her - witches where she's from are dangerous. But then, in this place, they apparently have a gentleman vampire to contend with. ]
Where I'm from, witches are super dangerous. Like, deals with demons kinds of dangerous.
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[ She realises her own world sounds crazy, too. She lives there and it's crazy. But it's familiar. And the rules seem to make sense (other than her own immunity). Magic is such a foreign concept. It seems like maybe it would be cool or helpful, but it's hard to trust. ]
Yennefer is probably dangerous if she wants to be. But I mean...I'm dangerous if you give me a weapon. Magic seems kinda like that to me.
[ But what does she know? ]
Guess I'd rather have someone like that on my side and not against me, though.
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[ She wrinkles her nose. Wait, is she one of the most normal people here?
That thought feels offensive, somehow. She's a hunter... though admittedly without something to hunt.
It's too late in the day and too early in her life to have an identity crisis. ]
Speaking of dangerous, I think you and I still owe each other a sparring match at some point.
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[ She doesn't realise Claire and Dean are from the same place, though she knows both of them.
Ellie feels incredibly normal all the time here. She carries guilt because of her immunity. But who gives a shit about that when up against magic and demons and vampires? For the first time, it...doesn't matter. She doesn't know how to feel about that. ]
Oh yeah. Guess we do. I don't know if it will help me fight fucking monsters or something, but never hurts to be ready, right?
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[ Claire shrugs a shoulder like it's no big deal - it's not a brag, just a statement. ]
Vampires, werewolf, ghouls, ghosts... other nasty shit. Whatever goes bump in the night and needs dealing with.
[ She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. ]
Haven't fought a demon yet. That's more Dean's and Sam's speed.
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[ This is only the second time she's met two people from the same world that she knows of. (She never found out that Zed and John were from the same place.) She doesn't know who Sam is, but that doesn't matter at the moment. ]
Killing monsters sounds pretty badass, Goldilocks.
[ She already pegged Claire as badass, but vampires and shit? That's hardcore.
Ellie herself has killed tons of Infected, and at this point...well, quite a few actual living humans. She tries not to think too much about that second part. It's all necessary, and more than once it's been her or them. She feels like this bullshit with the WLF is her or them, too. They made their choices already.
But vampires and things, she still can't really wrap her head around that. She's talked to Elijah but he could have just made it all up. She doubts he did or whatever, but how can she possibly consider someone over a thousand years old? This is all so far outside her experience. ]
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[ Helpful facts. To be honest, so many of the people in this place are dudes of Dad age. It's honestly a little weird. And here's Claire, not even having scratched 21 yet. Ellie, she guesses, is somewhere in that ballpark, too, give or take. ]
I mean, I guess. [ Claire smiles a little and ducks her head, pleased. ] Got some cool scars to show for it, too.
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[ Their tastes aren't the same, but she can appreciate it. Music is something she loves so much, that she uses to get through some of the worst shit. She owes that to Joel, but music itself isn't tainted with the trauma of his memory. Not usually.
Her eyebrows go up at the mention of scars. ]
Oh yeah? Show me one.
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[ At Ellie's prompt to show off a scar, Claire just grins. ]
Oh, we doing that? Little show me yours, I'll show you mine?
[ She reaches up brushes her long hair back and pulls the collar of her shirt to the side, showing off a jagged scar on the junction between her neck and left shoulder. Much more subtle are a few smaller jagged marks on the left side of her neck, and barely visible further down her shoulder is some more scar tissue. ]
Alright, so. Up here, on my neck, that's where a vampire bit me. This jagged line, barfight with a different vampire. Threw me through a window, that asshole. And then further down, goes to my back, that's from werewolf claws. I got a ghoul bite on my leg, too.
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[ But that's all perspective, too; she knows Infected are only normal to her. No one else here seems to have any idea what they are, or what they're like. Describing them doesn't do them justice. She could draw them, but fuck that. She draws enough morbid shit as it is.
She sort of snickers at the question. ]
Guess we are.
[ She leans closer to see the bite marks. Well...that's relatable, though not the vampire bit. Claire's slew of scars are impressive, of course. Ellie has the normal ones from all the shit she's been through, the one through her eyebrow, the nearly healed puckered arrow wound on her shoulder. That would take some doing to show, considering the layers she's wearing right now.
She has no idea what a ghoul even is. Some ghost type thing, she thinks, though she doesn't believe in ghosts and has no idea if ghosts are real and can hurt people in Claire's world. ]
Man, you got me beat.
[ More or less.
She pulls up her sleeve and holds out her right arm. The old bite mark is long gone how; she'd burned it with acid so it wouldn't look like a bite, all cysts and gnarled skin, a healed thing unlike any other living person. The twisting scar tissue of the burn is still there under the dark tattooed lines, but it doesn't look like anything.
She's only told two people about her immunity, but neither of them have seen the scar. ]
This one's a chemical burn. But...it covers up a bite. From an Infected.
[ It's a hard admission even when it means absolutely jack shit to someone else. ]
I'm immune, but people besides me aren't. I couldn't let anyone see it or they'd kill me before I had any chance to explain. Besides, like I wanted the reminder, you know?
[ She lets her sleeve go and her arm drop. She changes her tone when she announces the next one, because it's a lot easier to talk about. ]
Got a pretty sweet arrow wound here on my shoulder, but it's too cold to show you that one.
[ But wait. ]
Hang on a sec. You don't turn into a vampire if they bite you?
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She wants to touch and say 'I'll protect you', and not fail this time. Wants to see what comes after the heartfelt promise, what comes after what may as well have been a confession. Wants to see what could happen, perhaps, if for once she didn't fuck shit up.
So Claire... does not reach out. Thinks of Dean and Cas, of 12 years and things still not sailing smoothly and being all kinds of crappy.
It's fine. It doesn't work for people like her, perhaps. She wouldn't know how to make it work anyway. So Claire keeps her hands by her side , and just watches, and listens. Gives her full attention, because she doesn't quite know what else of hers she could give that would be worth having.
'I'll see the arrow one another time then, yeah?' sits on her tongue.
She doesn't say it. Instead she nods, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. ]
Shit, Bells. You've been through the ringer alright.
[ Claire swallows. ]
You're tough. [ And still good, and strangely wonderful. Claire feels that strange pull, like that night she was back from the dead and found Ellie playing the guitar, singing softly. Beautiful, she wants to say. But doesn't.
There's perhaps something soft in the way she looks at Ellie, though, something that sleeps past Claire's defenses. It's not pity, it's not sympathy. It's an understanding, and an admiration and an unspoken something else. ]
Nah, vamps gotta put in a little more work to turn you. Make you drink their blood. That's what turns you, not the bite.
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Everyone has, though.
[ She shrugs it off because it's too close and that's always rough.
That strand of hair slips back even after Claire adjusts it. Without really thinking about it, Ellie reaches out and tucks it back again. ]
You are too, man. Fuckin...demons and shit? C'mon.
[ She makes a face about the vampire thing, because serious feelings are too hard. She shoves her hands in her coat pockets again, though she doesn't otherwise move away. ]
Well that's gross as shit.
[ And less immediate than Infected bites, obviously. Their bites do spread the fungus. It's not that Ellie didn't get the Infection. It's that she somehow didn't turn into one of them.
Maybe someone might think of it as a miracle. But it's mostly just a bunch of unfair bullshit. ]
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For a long moment that's about all Claire can think, when her brain just goes static and her stomach does something funny.
She's so fucked, she's so screwed.
And perhaps it's messed up, that she lost Kaia and didn't even have time to cry over that properly, that she had to bury that crush down far below and then met Ellie and now feels like this. It's like she's betraying the girl she got killed, isn't she? Except that's not the truth of it, of course.
Her throat is dry. Claire licks her lips and tries to keep looking casual after Ellie tucked Claire's hair back. ]
Yeah... turns out vampires are basically like STDs. Real gross shit.