028-029 » the winds of change

[villagemod]

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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POST MEETING MINGLE —

[villagemod]

[ After the meeting proper, characters are free to talk to each other informally about what they've learned or noticed about the information shared. ]

— claire novak

[waywardsister]

[ Claire can be found by a wall, flexing the fingers of her right hand and wincing occasionally in small stabs of pain, keeping her eyes on the crowd. She's had quite a bit to share, and is mostly observing the flow of people now. She can be approached to talk about any specifics. ]

[ghosthuntuk]

Not being able to know who she's talking to til the person she approaches speaks means Melanie's making quick introductions, "Melanie King," she offers to whoever might happen to be nearest.

[hellblaze]

Well, look who it is! Crawling back out of her extensive long nap.

[ John steps up behind Claire with a smile on his face. His hands are in his pockets, trenchcoat over on the table. Cigarette behind his ear. Really, it's his normal look, and everyone should more or less know that by now. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[There was a lot of information at the meeting, and it seemed like most people took the stand. But this girl had mentioned something. A lot of somethings and Quentin shuffles closer.

And closer.

Until he can pretend that standing around awkwardly next to her was maybe-kind of not on purpose.]

Hey?

[The look on his face is almost hungry. Eyes darting down to her notebook ever so often, before coming back up.]

[fika]

[ five, conversely, didn't have anything to add to the already considerable amount of information exchanged in the town hall.

the thing is, maybe it was habit, maybe it was the go at it alone attitude that was difficult to shake.

but really, he didn't need to regurgitate everything that was already said. that was a waste of time. nor was anyone here for a lecture on quantum and relative theory.

still, he beelines for claire. ] No snacks, [ he sounds disappointed. ] I'm never trusting Constantine again.

— Klaus Hargreeves

[bestfuneralever]

Klaus gave quite the colorful speech about what he knew and he's easily approached; he can be found mingling around the room or lounging stretched out across a row of chairs.

Personally, he doesn't think his contributions mean much-- he keeps coming up empty every time he thinks he might have a chance at really getting somewhere. Ghosts have always been his one ticket to knowing anything, and that doesn't really exist here. He's at a bit of a loss of how else to be useful in this place. He's not a researcher or explorer. The only things he's really ever been good at was blowing his own mind out of the atmosphere with drugs and talking.

He was so goddamn good at talking, he literally, accidentally created a fucking cult in the 60's, for fuck's sake. As much as Destiny's Children really blew too far out of proportion to the point that he couldn't control any of it anymore... he misses them. The sense of community and togetherness that came with them.

He sits up and glances around, watches the people mill about, talking amongst themselves, but with everyone, too. It's the first time that Klaus knows of that they've all taken the time to stop and be in one place, at the same time, and really see each other. Introductions are going around in spades, conversations growing in every direction. The scene makes a smile touch his lips, wider than he meant it to be, and more genuine than the trademark smirks he gives everyone for free.

They could do it here. They could be more together, more unified, they just have to try.

An idea he isn't prepared to speak on just yet is rising in the back of his mind and he still has that smile pressed firmly onto his lips as he sinks back to lay against the row of chairs again.

[fika]

Soon after Klaus' masterful, theatrically praise-worthy delivery is finished, he might note that Five is leaning against one of the further walls, with his hand running down his face, before leaning back until the back of his head deftly hits the plaster wall behind him, and he is left to look bleakly up at the ceiling.

To be fair, it's only mild regret. He should have known that Klaus, showpony that he is, the very same man whose charisma had managed to capture the attention of so many in the 1960s, to the point of creating a cult of his own, would leave an impression here, too.

He supposes its better than having Klaus distance himself. He supposes that if anyone should try and find a place in any hole in the world, it would be him. Maybe he can do that for the both of them.

Still, Klaus is too honest for his own good. He talks to openly about what he experienced, and when he mentions Five's death (amongst others, but that doesn't matter in this particular implication), Five can't help but feel his rising annoyance rise, remembering, not for the first or last time, just the effects this place had on Klaus.

This place is getting to all of us, Doc had said. Some of us are just better at hiding it. After a moment, Five will disappear, and reappear besides his brother with a quiet pop, subtle-sharp ozone in the air around him. "No groundbreaking revelations yet. Can't say I'm surprised."

— Melanie King

[ghosthuntuk]

Melanie didn't have much to contribute to the conversation as a whole, she hasn't been here long enough to really learn any sort of "secrets" the town might be holding. She did, however, take note of how many times she could classify various Entities of her world into the stories everyone was divulging. It was often enough, it made her wary. She sits in a chair pulled off to the side of the room, ready to discuss anything someone might be wanting to ask her about, though she knows she was rather vague. The Powers were so hard to summarize concisely, which is why she left it open.]

ellie

[enduresurvive]

Ellie said her piece at the town hall meeting.

Feel free to come talk to her afterwards to ask her about her knife, the museum thing, or the tunnel idea.

Other options: remember that Ellie has a guitar! She asked for it on the bulletin board, which people may have seen. She also has a pun thread going on if anyone else has a terrible sense of humour.

[ghosthuntuk]

Melanie won't bother beating around the bush with this meeting-- they're all here for the same reason, and she's going to cut straight to the point. "I don't think we've met, I'm Melanie." she starts easily enough with an introduction. She doesn't have any reference for who said what until they speak, but luckily her lack of sight has sharpened her attention to voices. Once she hears the voice, she'll know which facts to question them about.

because we can't have enough, don't know what you're talking about

[cholesterol]

Dean knew about the spores from Doc, heeded his warning and even helped board up the outside. But, he's still skeptical of that being what's there. Something tells him this place feeds on their shit, their fears. Hell, it provides its' own. But, the spores? Damn specific.

"Ellie," he says, putting his finger up. "You ever see Nightmare on Elm Street?"

- malcolm bright

[abrightboy]

Malcolm wasn't much for snacks, but he was interested in other people's theories and he was interested in their thoughts on his theories... and he was interested in putting names to faces and meeting people he hadn't yet met.

His psychogenic tremor had been bad since his meds had worn off slightly after arriving in the town almost three weeks prior and he tended to walk around with his right hand balled up in his pocket for that reason when he wasn't in... safe company.

[cholesterol]

Likes his amphetamines, Dean believes, but not his snacks? Bright is - not at the top of Dean's list of favorites, but he's smart, analytical, and playing devil's advocate today. Like he brought Raylan, he offers a small plate of snack offerings to Malcolm, approaching.

"You look like you need a lift in blood sugar."

🔥 john constantine | open to all | will match format

[hellblaze]

oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good.

[ John remains at the front of the Town Hall meeting. There's a few comments made to Coulson now and again, but ultimately, it appears he can't be too bothered with what most people are saying. He lights his cigarette up at one point during the conversations and tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. He'll look as if he's bored, but anyone who might know him a bit better, can tell he's intently listening.

There's already a few things on his list: Claire's spirals and skeleton key, touch base with Klaus about their dead bodies, a bit of irritation at being sideways called out about the museum... the list has grown as people speak. After everyone has had their share, he simply gives a wave if people are looking at him to wrap up the meeting.

John Constantine is not a leader. He's not even a bloody hero. He's only doing things because he wants answers.

He crosses his ankles on the desk and puts his hands in his lap as he mulls it over. Approach him as you'd like. ]

🩺 helen magnus | open to all | will match format

[notanemptymotto]

i. let it be said, and let it be known.

[ Helen has stood near the back of Town Hall the entire meeting. She takes in the names, the faces, doing her best to note who she has already met and who she has left to meet. There are certainly more people in this town than she first thought -- and she wonders how much more may be filtering in through the coming days.

Their experiences all are certainly of the paranormal nature. Hers included. However, she has no need to share what she has experienced until there is more conclusive evidence. Her note on the board will suffice in letting everyone know there is a doctor in town until she has a somewhat decent facility up and running.

Once the meeting concludes she remains at the back of the room, her hands folded, taking in the faces she sees. ]

ii. he who is free is never alone.

[ Helen has lingered in Town Hall once the sun has set. She takes in the details of the building -- and that is when the shaking begins. She immediately braces herself at the nearest doorway, eyes wide as she looks around. File cabinets fall over, pictures, the building creaks to an ungodly amount.

It occurs to her that maybe none of these buildings are up to a standardized code. There could be a numerous amount of structural damage to several buildings now... ]

Bloody Hell!

— dean winchester

[cholesterol]

( Dean lets his people mingle. He's available by the wall. Thanks for coming to his TED talk. When not crossing his arms, he checks out any new bulletin board additions, up to and including information he's heard. But, he's available should someone have any more questions.

Little bit later, he'll be close to Team Free Will, in Cas, Sam, or Claire's vicinity.

He's feeling protective and being hover-y. )

Raylan givens

[tinstar]

[Oooh. This is what the snacks were for. Right. Well Raylan didn't bring any and he wouldn't have eaten them if he had. Feeling like he was an inch away from pacing, Raylan largely hung about where he'd been sitting, but his eyes were busy watching the room, the conversations - who was talking to who. He had a list of people he wanted to just.. eye for a while. See what they did, who they circled with.

Something had rubbed his neck hairs the wrong way, reliving all of it and he wasn't in any kind of particularly social mood. Tonight felt like it was about business and all he could do was look around the faces and run through the questions in the back of his head, chewing his proverbial liver while he did. Something was wrong. Something was..

He couldn't put a pin on it.]

Sam Winchester | OPEN

[moosey]

[ Sam came with Dean to the meeting to hear what everyone had to say and maybe meet some of the residents. Sam knew that Dean could be... off-putting in the best of times and this well was kind of a shit show, so Sam wanted to get his own impressions.

He was hanging back, rotating between nodding at people and shoot small affectionate glares at his brother for calling him Big and Tall. ]

elena gilbert

[descendent]

[ after dropping her deets and once the meeting concludes, elena with her notebook and pen linger by elijah. she's like his shorter, lithe shadow, never quite disappearing from his side. he is comfort in a sea of discomfort.

but when she does, it's to fetch herself a drink. she doesn't need elijah to escort her to any of the rooms or to assist her in finding something to wet her drying mouth. she needs to walk and to calm her nerves. hugging her notebook to her chest, elena intends to do a little poking around in the rooms and tables while she's searching for something to drink, too. ]

— elijah mikaelson

[prevenance]

( after his confession, elijah knows that he has to stick around because he knows there will be questions. it's something he had to do and something he doesn't regret but he
feels almost hesitant at the reaction.

this isn't like new orleans or mystic falls or anywhere else where, if he had to, he could leave. he's stuck here and if people have an issue with what he is, there could be problem.s

but he doesn't leave. he wanders around the perimeter of town hall, talking with people that he knows but otherwise observing everyone as they chatted quietly with one another about the events of the meeting. )

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( ooc: i'm open to any sort of reaction to elijah outing himself except death. please don't try and kill him. and if you want to fight him, please just know he's very strong and durable. )

— daisy johnson

[chuju]

[ Daisy doesn't spend much time hanging around after the meeting, that feeling of dread and familiarity putting her so on edge that it's probably visibly noticeable to anyone near her as she constantly shifts her stance and changes the position of her fabric-bandaged hands, folding her arms then moving them to her waist again and again. She'll stay by her corner of the room for a little bit, waiting to see if anyone wants to speak with her about what she said earlier, and then she'll move through the room itself, catching a few people herself before heading out. ]

[setthetone]

[Carter is a new face and he somehow manages to look painfully new as well.

He seems to be in constant awkward flux, not really knowing where to look or go. Sometimes he leans against the wall. Sometimes he walks around, giving small nods to people he's never seen before. There might even be some attempts at a self-conscious greeting. Hey. Hi. How are you doing. Crazy talk, huh? All that surviving, heh. Sometimes he makes a oh hey, good to meet you face at the air or gives a real smile when he actually recognizes one of the few people he has already met.]

— Negan

[vampirebats]

[Well, Negan's not exactly a shy kind of guy or anything, but sharing and caring has never been one of his strong suits. He listens to what everyone has to say with interest though, and he sticks around after for a while.

He'll be flashing ready grins at people if he notices a familiar face or maybe come up and say hi. Gotta mingle around a little, right?]

👻 alex millar - being human uk - NEWBIE

[frothing]

[ oh hey, look, there's a new person at this meeting, looking utterly bewildered and pretty bloody cold even after staying huddled in the town hall overnight. and despite that, for some reason, she's not wearing the leather jacket slung over her arm.

if someone looks at her she might ask one of a few things in her Scottish accent: ] [Option A] Can you see me? [ yes, it's an odd question but she'd been a ghost for a while now and the fact that she can take off her jacket and feel so cold tells her something is... up.]

[ Option B ] Em, isn't there usually food at these things?

[ Option C ] Do you know where the bloody hell we are, exactly?