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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It was impossible to not see the knife edge shift of Klaus and Raylan almost felt bad for stumbling into the trauma nest, but he couldn't have known. He'd apologize later. He nodded back at Malcolm, a fractional incline of his head of acknowledgement. If anyone could smooth it over, it would be Malcolm.

"Yeah," He mutters softly. He really didn't want to be followed, but thankfully his back is to Malcolm while he prepares the kettle and he has that second or two to smooth the twinge of annoyed disappointment into a smile. Something soft and subtle, not the wild overcompensation that it really is beneath the surface, because he has so, so many years of perfecting the art of seeming fine when he's anything but under his belt.

He ignores the fact that it's literally Malcolm's job to note the subtleties behind the masks that people wear. He sets the kettle back on the stove.

The problem with Malcolm having followed him is... Klaus can't stand silences. He's the one in the room that will always find ways to fill them. Especially when he's uncomfortable, like he is now. "I didn't mean to--" He huffs and shakes his head, lets his hand drop down to his side. Isn't that the problem? He never means to, things just happen.

Malcolm reached out and set a hand on Klaus' arm, intentionally meeting his eyes.

"It's honestly fine." He gave his arm a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I've been sleeping in restraints since I was fourteen. Including in boarding school," he said, scooping coffee into the press. "Two different boarding schools, in fact. And there's not been anyone who ever saw my bed and didn't make the same assumption you did, more or less." He looked over. "It took me by surprise for a moment, but I'm not, like, offended."

His eyes drop to Malcolm's hand on his arm, then dart back up to his face. He smiles a little, "God, you're-- such a fucking good dude." He huffs with a laugh, shaking his head. It's honestly really surreal to him.

"Really? That long?" His eyebrows arch at that admission. Klaus has been an addict for that long, so he has a frame of reference most people might not, even if the specific issue is very different. "Is it- I mean...would I be an asshole for asking why?" There's a beat and he rushes to add, "You don't have to tell me. I know we don't know each other super well and everything."

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.”

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.

"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."

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.

"Anyway, you sound like you might have a bit of a sociopath for a father yourself, so if anyone understands what I'm dealing with..." He looked over sidelong.

"Oh," he huffs out softly and shrugs. "Yeah, I mean- I guess? I dunno, I never really thought about it like that..." He bites his lip. Was Reginald a sociopath? Maybe... "We can start a Shitty Dads club." he snorts.

"I think we wouldn't be the only members in this town," Malcolm told him with a bit of a smile.

As the kettle boiled, he reached for it and poured it into the press.

He smirks a little. "I think you're probably right on that one." He admits with a little nod.

Malcolm pushed the plunger down, then made a sweeping gesture towards the press for Klaus.

“Voila. Coffee.”

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