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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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[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.]

Edited 2021-01-24 23:15 (UTC)

[Malcolm had been around the room, but noticed Raylan sitting off to the side watching the room.

He looked like he was mulling something over.]

Hey. [He dropped into the seat next to him.] You okay?

[For all his stillness, Raylan still looked like he was about to explode into action, eyes never stopped on one thing for more than a few seconds until Malcolm came to sit down next to him.]

Somethin's not right. I don't know what it is but.. somethin' doesn't feel right. [Did Malcolm feel it too or was he.. just being paranoid?]

You’re right. [Malcolm was glad to hear it from someone he knew was level and steady. He thought his brain was doing weird things.] I thought it was me being... chemically unbalanced in a new way. But there’s a weird... vibe.

Maybe we're just amped up after listenin' to all this spooky crap. [It was a possibility, but not one he was really putting any stock into it.]

You did good, by the way. With your speech. What'd you think of everyone else's?

[Whatever uneasiness he was feeling, the compliment - from this source in particular - made him smile and he directed it at the ground lest anyone around them pick up how ridiculously it pleased him and why that might be.]

There was some new information I hadn’t heard. I’ve never met some of the people who spoke, so that was helpful. Both in hearing what they’ve learned and putting faces to names. [He looked at Raylan.] I thought you did an excellent job of conveying what we’re up against in a very real way.

[No matter how grumpy Raylan was, there wasn't a chance in hell that making someone else smile didn't make him feel at least a little bit better.

He nodded again at Malcolm's opinion of it all and glanced over with a flash of a short smile before his eyes set back about the room.]

I've never been great at public speakin'. I've done it in court before but I avoid speakin' in things like this. Still, what you got out of it shows its importance. Put the human computer to work..

You're gonna mingle a little right? [Maybe not right NOW but.. eventually.] I'm sure you got questions.

Yeah, I’m going to talk to a few people. Check in with a few new people. [He looked at Raylan.] Compute a little.

We can compare notes on the way home, I think. See what we can't shake out between us in the house. I'm curious to see how many people you find that agree with your theory of this all bein' set up. [Just out here, looking for more holes.]

I don't expect we'll stay til the very end but that's mostly up to you and Doc.

I expect I'll be ready to go when you guys are. Don't leave without me, okay?

[Requested as he stood to go mingle. He preferred to walk home with them.]

Never. [He nodded.] I'll be here. Good luck.

[Malcolm tried to temper his smile at that, but he couldn't much; it was still ridiculously pleased and he gave Raylan a nod and then headed back towards the other people milling around.]

Cult or commune.

( Dean has a drink, now he needs a snack, like Raylan. He brings a cup of something over, an offering. )

You think it means something that we're all thinking along the same lines?

[ Raylan catches Dean heading his way out of the corner of his eye and turned to meet the words, bobbing his head with a breath as he took the cup.]

Thanks. I think it means that we're more likely to be on the right course. This many heads coming to mostly the same area of probability on their own.. More I mull over what I found at the lighthouse, more I think we are. [His eyes started wandering up the building again for a few seconds as he continued before dropping back down to Dean.] Everything you heard, all the crazy crap people like you and Constantine know.. what are the chances that after the fire that destroyed the town, they rebuild and put.. I dunno, these protective symbols up. Even if that protection was earned by sacrificin' their own to put it there..

( Course. )

You think the symbols backfired? Or, like they're more sinister than they seem. Protection at a cost. Wouldn't be the first time a small town worships a god or demon. Pays for it with sacrifice.

( Could make sense. )

Option B with A as a possible reason that there's no one here anymore. Someone.. messed up, did somethin' wrong or not at all.. As many years as it's been here.. Musta been hard to keep those traditions going.

Symbols like that, the wrong incantation. In the wrong hands...

( It could be a population clearing fuckup. )

[Raylan lifted his eyebrows in agreement and consideration.]

I'm not seein' too many holes to poke. I don't know if that's somethin' we oughta be happy about or not.

[On the one hand, a possible answer. On the other hand, until they got proof, it was speculation.]

Whatever was called, or kept in, think it's safe to say it's loose and fucking with us.

( Sorry, Raylan. Screwing. But, coming to any conclusion isn't actually helping. ) You were at the top of the lighthouse. How far back does the town go? What's beyond it?

[He didn't care about that kinda language - he used it himself, just sparingly.]

Malcolm's got pictures but there's more town then we've got access too now. But it's all forest as far as I could see. Forest buttin' up against cliffs up against the ocean.. I'd say the town is about a mile across from longest point to point. The lighthouse is about a half mile from the town itself, John and I walked it the other day before the fog rolled in to cut that off.

So, Math-wise. What. Three mile stretch of what there might be? About a mile of which is reachable?

( Scaleable, even. He has his eye on that cliff. Not that he's a climber. Any way to get him and everyone else out, he's for. )

[It was a good question but the answer that Raylan had to give felt just as weird as the rest of it and his took a pointed breath, jaw working a little.]

This is.. gonna sound. Weird.

Up that high shoulda gotten me a lot more than it did. But it.. [He glanced to the side like he was worried about being overheard.] It was like the curvature of the earth was enough that those three miles is all I could see. We're tucked into a... the mouth of something, the forest or the hills on the other side.. Let's just say I'm glad we don't have mountains enough for slurry break and the angle to make it a real disaster.

You're gonna have to say that again, like it's going into a mouth? You think the mountains could, what, come down on us?

( He's a little lost, Ray. )

The mouth of a river, a bottle neck - if somethin' were to come out from the forest, the only place we have to run is the sea.

Right. So, we're not just trapped. But, we're trapped in a cosmic trap. In case something - emerges. Great.

( He can only imagine. )

What do you think about the lack of weapons? Knives. Our guns. I think they were taken, but, with a snap. With - magic, or power. Malcolm thinks they were rounded up and physically taken. I do not.

Raylan givens

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