villagelogs | 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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( He doesn't worry like that, for the record. If she was thinking anything other than normal angel-hunter worrying. )

He has less, though. It takes more out of him. He sleeps, Claire. Actually sleeps. Says he slipped in the shower, too.

( He's really coming off as someone who doesn't worry, right? )

Cas is serious. He's a soldier. He's -- yeah, he's a father. And he likes sandwiches and honey and for whatever reason, bees. ( Jesus, why is he going on about Cas? ) Whatever. Find matching sleeping bags, braid each others hair.

[ Slipped in the... jesus. Hopeless. These men are hopeless. How does the fate of the world regularly rest in the hands of the Dork Squad?

Still, though. Something pings along Claire's radar, listening the way she listens on cases, trying to parse information. That's... some weird stuff for Dean to just ramble off unprompted about Cas.

She'll keep that in mind.

Maybe subtly interrogate Cas later, see if the doofus is being just as weird as Dean. ]

I'll have you know I rock a braid, and so would Cas. Maybe I can get him to play Truth or Dare...

You think you'd win that one, but what won't Cas do?

( Within reason. Maybe he should've said what can't Cas do. And then, he brings a finger up. )

Don't get Cas wasted. ( He sees the beginnings of this thought, Claire! He sees it!

As for Truth or Dare! Dean would rock Truth or Dare. But, he is not playing it with Cas and Claire. ) What about something that you can play with two people. Like Trouble. Or Battleship. Remember Battleship? ( He snaps. ) Mousetrap.

Oh, Dean. Think bigger.

[ Claire leans in, mischief on her face. ]

Not only am I gonna get him drunk, I'm gonna get him to do phone pranks.

[ She puts her fingertips against her temple and then spreads them. What a mindblowing idea. It's gonna be hilarious.

Maybe she can also get him to try and prank Dean. Now that would be funny. ]

On who? The four houses of people who think they'll die if they don't answer?

( Wait. Wait. Wait. )

Do it.

[ That's a healthy way to get over trauma, right? Find the button related to it, and push it relentlessly.

Her smile deepends into a smirk that spells trouble, and lots of it. This is the face of the teenage delinquent. ]

You got it.

( Eh, his grin lessens as he laughs, finally taking a sip of his own coffee. That's right. He brought her coffee and had his own. It's not as hot. It's actually lukewarm. )

Don't. Don't ( His next laugh reaches the middle of this sentence. ) prank call the other houses. Or the boarding house. They already think they'll die if they don't answer. If you ask them if their refrigerator's running, they'll think the demon prank calls now. It'll start something. Maybe -- start slow - with Cas. Game night. Minimal alcohol. Dude doesn't know his own tolerance yet.

Damnit. You with your logic. Fair point, though.

[ The idea is still morbidly funny - but perhaps a shade cruel, even for her.

She remembers suffocating in her room in the boarding house. For a moment, she looks away, blue eyes going distant and haunted. Then Claire snaps herself back into the presence. ]

I solemnly swear to go easy on your angel. How about that?

( Not like she'll take him up on all his advice considering Cas' sunglasses the next day. But, at least he doesn't hear any testimonials are demon crank callers.

Bringing his coffee down from another sip, he notices the moment she needs, the intake of breath. She looks away. )

Hey, hey. He's not my angel. Why does everyone think he's my angel. He's his own angel. Literally. He rebelled.

( For Dean. )

Sure. But your brother's still your brother, and his own person. Your friend is still your friend, and his own person.

[ Something nagging at the back of Claire's mind.

But really, Dean's not the person to press about those things, if there are.. things here. Better ambush Cas. Plus, Cas is a much shittier lier and might eventually cave in trying to deflect rather than bunker down. ]

You can be your own person and still have like... I don't know, I guess a sense of belonging. Jody's her own person and also my... [ Claire frowns. Swallows. ] ... my mom.

Well, yeah, he's -- he's my best friend, Claire.

( Why does he feel like he's defending himself, defending what he and Cas have, but also denying something else? )

You survive? ( Really choked that down. ) I know, Claire. Cas is Family. Capital F. He's important.

( He knows. He only told one person, Neal, about what happened with Cas. He's also the only person he'd discussed Cas' declaration with. His 'I love you, Dean Winchester.' Dean knows Cas matters. And fundamentally, he knows Cas is like a brother, but he does not have brotherly Sam-like feelings for the guy. Nobody will be Sam. But, he also doesn't think of Sam like he -- might have started thinking about Cas. He would never kiss his brother. He kissed Cas. Why did he kiss Cas.

It's Dean's turn for his eyes to glaze over, coffee cup almost tipping as he thinks. )

[ Claire falls quiet for a moment, just watching Dean. The way his eyes go far away, the way he stops minding his cup.

She waits for him to notice, to scoff and laugh the moment off. When he doesn't, she doesn't either. Lets the moment sit as it is, with its uncharacteristic weight.

Claire thinks of that often painful tightening in her chest. She thinks of Kaia. She thinks of Ellie.

She thinks that she has a lot of things figured out a lot better than Dean. The advantages of youth and changing times, maybe, although there was a gap of time where she remembers being angry at being teased for not being popular with boys.

Some things are hard.

Eventually, she reaches out, just before the coffee spills over, and balances the cup out with her hand. ]

Yeah. I get you, Dean.

( Right, he's - still here. He snaps back as she keeps Dean from ruining her bedspread with spilled coffee. That's when his smile cracks again. )

You always did. 'Cept when you couldn't stand us. Wouldn't acknowledge our history. Threatened a bartender or three for you.

( It was two, but he'd threaten more. )

Look, it sucks we're all here. But we do have each other. And we're going to get through it. Missed you, kid.

( For the past year, and the past few days. For everything. )

[ She rolls her eyes and scoffs, but there's fondness in there. The exasperation of a young adult over her family. ]

Yeah yeah, missed you too, you big softie.

[ She grins, then. ]

C'mon. Let's get downstairs for some breakfast. I could use more coffee.

Edited 2021-01-29 05:32 (UTC)

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Good place to wrap up I think?