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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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The library had been a logical stop, in her efforts to outrun the irritatingly persistent feeling, coiled heavy between her shoulder blades. The unease that came in waves was unnatural, she knew that. But seeing no discernible answer, and having no luck in banishing it from her mind, she took to distraction instead, wrapped in a black coat and fabric she was still very unused to.

What better place to chase distraction than a library? Such as it was.

The place is a mess, a tale of ruin and fire and stubborn existence despire, and it strikes her as a curiosity.

The voice cuts her initial observations short, and her head snaps towards it, bright eyes narrowed before her light steps drift a touch closer. What the fuck was the Dewey Decimal system, Raylan. "And what makes you think the floor has that particular aversion?" The question is halfway between facetious and genuine, though with Yen, it's difficult to tell.

The woman was quiet enough and still enough that she didn't ping Raylan's sensors until she started walking. Raylan shifted with a tight look and a faint inhale, hand moving to hover over his right hip, heels turning on the floor as he oriented himself towards-- Okay, well not a monster, that's for sure. The way Mathis had been crawling around under the back of his neck, crawling up into his brain, maybe it was good thing he didn't have his gun.

Wouldn't that be a shit start to the day?

He relaxed with a breath and a pinched look of suspicion, hand settling on his hip from the wide finger spread. She'd find it looked awfully like his look of confusion.

"Uh.. Night's past and they're still here. Normally they all go.." He gestured vaguely up at the bookshelves before focusing back on the new woman with a lazy finger. "You're new."

He seemed to remember his manners after a second and tipped his hat. "Raylan Givens." Rude to ask for a name without offering his own, after all.

Whether he looked suspicious or confused, it was honestly a little difficult to tell.

Whatever it was, it wasn't at the top list of Yen's concerns, seeing as there were plenty more things to worry about than the generally vexing reaction she inspired, folding her hands in front of her and leaning against a bookshelf with brows raised.

"Back on the shelves?" She supplies, deadpan and unhelpful. "As if by magic?"

...This was the second man she's met to have that twist of an accent. An idle remark in the back of her mind, before she offers: "Yennefer. I've - arrived a few. days ago."

"Oh good," he said, face breaking into a little smile that was almost sarcastic in it's own right in response. Her tone had been taken as a suggestion that he was too dim to finish the sentence. He doubted that she was. "Someone else who understands context."

Normally, he'd amble closer, but there was something about her, the way that she held herself that sent up some of his danger flags. No, he'll be stayin' right here, thank you; let the lady set her own space.

"Yennefer. Interesting name. Pleasure to meet you," he continued. "Though maybe not in.. this place." With a breath and a lift of his eyebrows, Raylan squatted down, all three miles of legs of him, and started piling books into his arms.

"Findin' anythin' interstin' back there?"

"A skill lost on many, I'm sure," she parries.

All said, Yennefer would likely take your danger observation as a compliment, Raylan - her space cast a wide net.

Her own gaze shifts to the bookshelves beside her, reaching over to hook a spine from its resting place with a long finger, plucking it into her hands. A moment later of looking at the cover, she flips it to show him a plaid covered Better Homes Cook Book, a sardonic little smile in tow. "That really depends on your definition."

"Have you seen any actual books on magic here?" It doesn't sound like she even expects it, at this point.

"Most need it drawn out in crayon and small words." Then again, he was used to dealing with a different, less grandiose kind of people.

Pushing to his feet, Raylan glanced over and smirked, scoffing a little breath as he started sliding books back on the shelves in no particular order or care. So long as they were upright and not on the floor.

"Is that your definition?" he asked before answering. Rude, he knew, but he was finding his manners slipping more and more. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe not. "I'm not the guy to ask about that. While I'd call that interstin', I don't know enough of anythin' to read it and it make any kind of sense." He glanced over.

"It's not real where I come from."

~~What the fuck's a crayon.~~

Yennefer tucks the book back in with a slow, calculated movement and it's a miracle it doesn't do something crazy, like spontaneously combust. Does it looks like it's her definition, Raylan.

He's not the first she's met to say that magic wasn't real. To a point, in all the lacking fulfillment, was it ever? "Mm, I'd say you're better off, then."

"I'd agree with you, the stories I've heard so far," he replied shortly, putting the rest of his armful away two by two. No, it didn't look like her definition at all. If he had to guess, her definition was something a little more gothic and vicious. No beautiful women came without her barbs.

"And with that statement, I can't imagine that you've got any about walking and sprouting flowers or somethin' in your path, hmm?" Hazel halfmoon eyes looked over his shoulder at her before he squatted down for another armful of books.

"I'm guessin' you haven't found any. Magic books, that is," he elaborated, long fingered hands gathering spine after spine.

To be fair, there were barbs, and then there were cactuses...

Though she'd probably enjoy Frankenstein a little more than Better Cooking, he's right.

Her smile is a little flinty, but as is everything about her, though his assessment of her purported life is not far from the truth. "I'll leave the extent of my stories to your imagination." Violet eyes wrinkle at the corners.

Inhaling deeply, she expels it with a quick sigh and seeing nothing better to fill her time with, crouches down to start gathering the books at her feet.

No point in leaving a place a mess, anyway. Things were easier to navigate without tripping over it. "No. I haven't looked for long, but something tells me I won't be finding them here," her smile is wry. "That would be too easy."

He hummed a note of acknowledgement, eyebrows lifting as he stood up. There was nothing more cactusy than divorce proceedings; Raylan had experience with her personality type. Being a Marshal alone meant one saw all types and his brain was already flipping through the proverbial catalog.

"My imagination isn't a friendly type of place, so apologies ahead of time." Happy endings were for fairy tales and fiction, not life. He could spin a little pretty something to start but it always ended badly.

"Other people have looked - they found one, though I couldn't tell you what it was or what it said. Besides that, this place likes to give up her secrets slow and normally after messin' with us in some way." He gestured around as he stepped over to the next bookcase to continue the clean up work. "So. What kind of magic do you do? Weird hand gestures, symbols, latin or just chattin' up a god?"

He was open to expanding that list.

"Neither are my stories," is the passing reply, books carefully tucked away on their shelves without a care for their order. She lingers on some of the covers, though nothing really catches her eye. Happy endings weren't real; life wasn't some pretty thing, saccharine sweet.

Besides, his imagination was his burden, not hers.

The question is a fair one, she supposes, a snort of a laugh as she considers him. "There's others 'chatting up gods' here?" That sounded like a stupid idea. "The magic of my world is - organizing chaos," is said carefully. "Mages act as conduits, for the inherent power the universe holds. It can be - elegant, at times." Not always.

"Then maybe I'll be halfway on mark," he mused. His imagination was useful in his work, all the more for the dark edges it took to turning. He was silently grateful for the help though; the library wasn't exactly what he would personally call small and while he liked keeping himself and his hand busy, he didn't want to spend all night here.

"A few. Interesting stories themselves. I've learned to stop tellin' people that things are impossible. Too many people with experience that says otherwise." He would sound almost tired about it all, if his natural tone wasn't so casual.

"That," he said, pausing to point a finger at her without looking, "Sounds at least a little more reasonable than abracadabra. I'd ask for a show but frankly, I ain't got the time to try and wrap my head around it."

And he would. Faith isn't something he carried a lot of, for anything.

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library!

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preemptive apologies for her attitude tbh

Bring it on bb parry parry, thrust thrust - GOOD

sidestep and risposte! (sorry, this notif got eaten??)

Ahh Dw Issues! /shakes fists No worries!

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