028-029 » the winds of change

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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.

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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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[vampirebats]

"What?" C'mon, man. He is not sober enough for this to be happening. Hell, he's not the type of guy to talk this shit even stone cold sober, really. Not easily. He doesn't climb to his feet like he said, he just lets out a breath and moves to brush a hand through his own hair.

"It's not that easy or simple." And he can give a million different answers that all have truth to them.

"I'm used to trying to keep people alive, you know. It's all I goddamn do back home. Just wanted to make sure you were doing okay after all that crap, then you guys asked me to stay. I stayed." Maybe he didn't want to be alone in this hellhole. Maybe he needed to keep pushing forward.

"Yeah," he agrees absently. Strange time, indeed. He reaches out to rest a hand on Doc's shoulder after a second, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. He's not sure if he's trying to reassure himself or Doc at the moment though.

"Look, you're a good guy. I like you and hell, I like your friends here too. I moved in because we don't get anywhere without watching each other's backs, which is as true in this freaky shit as it is back home. You ever decide you want a taste of old Negan here? That's just a bonus, and it doesn't have to mean shit besides a fun time. If that night at the museum didn't tell you that's all I'm good for, then..." Well, he doesn't know how much more he can stress he's an asshole than cheating on his goddamn wife.

[thering]

'It's not that easy or simple' sounds like a deflection to Doc. The only reason he doesn't call Negan out is because he would also rather they not have this conversation. Sitting on their bathroom floor, no less. And he still needs to take that piss.

"You came during a snowstorm. We were not going to ask you to leave." And maybe Doc shouldn't have second-guessed any intentions there. Maybe this whole conversation is just a little bit stupid, and they shouldn't be having it. He closes his eyes, breathes out a long, slow sigh and rubs his face tiredly, the fire beneath the man who was ready to kick Negan out the bathroom door all but extinguished.

"I do not and cannot taste anything right now." Which is not a 'fuck off and fuck you', but most definitely cannot be interpreted as an overt yes either. There are days - moments, even now - where Doc already reeks of desperation. He would not stoop lower than that.

"We told each other too much."

[vampirebats]

"You could have let me leave after, and hell, you could ask me to leave now." Malcolm might be a little worried about him if he did, but hey, he promised the guy he wasn't going to have to bury him because he went and did any dumb shit things. Maybe it'd be fine.

"Alright, well... you ever change your mind--" he knows where to find him, right? There's a laugh huffed out as he shakes his head.

"Relax, Henry. Way I figure it, we didn't even touch the tip of the iceberg when it comes to shit we could say about our pasts."

[thering]

"'tis not my house. You are free to come and go as you please." The house belongs to them all and while it would be a different matter if Raylan or Malcolm had any concerns to voice out, so far it seems as if only Doc finds him particularly frustrating.

"You are not as charming as you think you are. Now if you are not planning on using the sink in the next three minutes, the door is behind me."

[vampirebats]

"Hey, whatever the case, you're free to tell me to stay the hell away too. I don't force myself on people like a goddamn animal." He pushes himself to his feet after a second, rolls the shoulder that must have taken the brunt of their little fall before he steps towards the sink.

Maybe he'll go crawl back into a bottle in his room after this, but right now? He just washes his hands, splashes some water on his face.

"You want to slap me? Free shot for that little bit of dick peeking, which I know I shouldn't have done."

[thering]

"You didn't see shit. And you would enjoy it too much," he grumbles as he gets to his feet as well, slow, watching Negan warily, and that shoulder. He won't deny Negan the need for company among like-minded individuals. They need to stick together to see this one through. He would not kick Negan out even if he felt the itch to from time to time.

Besides. He knows about Malcolm's-... he knows about Malcolm. That is reason enough to keep Negan close. Another pair of eyes that know which ball to stay trained on would not hurt, especially if they pulled another disappearing act and the two of them ended up together again.

"And you can call me Doc. Everyone else in this house does. It's not like you don't know." Negan practically read the note he was going to leave Raylan as it was being written. He would have seen the signature at the bottom.

[vampirebats]

"Alright, don't say I never offered you anything." C'mon, he got a little looksie. Kinda. The very minute he notices he's being watched, he grabs a towel to dry himself off and straightens up. Tossing it aside, he turns towards the door, reaching over to give Doc a friendly clap on the shoulder.

"Good night, Doc. Gonna go take my happy ass to bed and get me some shut eye." Well, after grabbing another bottle of moonshine for company, probably.

"You sleep tight too."

[thering]

There's a parting shot rolling around in his head somewhere. Something along the lines of nobody wanting what Negan has to offer. And maybe an apology too. And- some other stuff he won't even mention. If they're really going to talk about anything, it wouldn't be in the bathroom.

"Good day, sir," he states curtly, as devoid of sarcasm as he can manage before closing the door a little too firmly and going back to doing what he had originally come into the bathroom to do. Usually, talking, even if it is only for a little while, tends to clear things up. But everything feels all the more muddy now.

He's going back downstairs after he's spent too long hunched over the sink letting the water run over his hands. Cracking another bottle open and letting Raylan pry it out of his hands before he can get to the bottom of it. At least he'll manage to get through enough of it to 'sleep tight'.