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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries),
- ellie (the last of us),
- klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- ~ alex millar (being human),
- ~ claire novak (supernatural),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ dean winchester (supernatural),
- ~ helen magnus (sanctuary),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ melanie king (magnus archives),
- ~ sam winchester (supernatural)
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!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Ikiryo"



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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!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Ikiryo"

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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Kitchen, before dinner
Not being the type to rush to the door and play host, Raylan would leave that to Malcolm, opting instead to linginer in the doorframe of the kitchen for a little while, watching the food get made and listening to the passing conversation. Eventually, he got himself a drink and found someone standing alone to meander up to, bottle in hand.
"Someone pour you somethin' yet? Not like we're dealin' with top shelf here but.. Impolite to not offer, party and all." It didn't matter if the person lived there - Parties were meant to be had with drinks in hand.
Dinner
Hearing dinner being called was more than enough to draw Raylan out of whatever conversation he was having, happy to continue it as they all settled down at the table. If he looked real close, it might look like a celebration. Even if that was just a celebration of them surviving this long, he'd take it. There was something reassuring about sitting with people around a table. It'd been too long since he had.
He would be easy to ply into conversations, happy to argue over baseball or what book overlap there was, guns or runnin' money, or the fine art of ripping copper pipes from walls. He missed good general conversation like this and the amount he ate reflected it. The man had to have a hollow leg.
Post dinner
Fat, happy and with a fresh pot of post dinner coffee brewed, Raylan followed the crowd into the livingroom and found a chair to sit in, one legs skewed widely. He was on his fourth drink so far, but he was sure no one noticed and if they did, he was sure they didn't care. Welcome to being in his home.
"That was fantastic Neal, thank you. I'm glad someone here can cook because we probably shouldn't be surviving on eggs and bacon alone."
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He was several drinks deep himself, at this point, pleasantly warm and at ease.
"I'm just glad I could pull something together with the stuff available here."
Re: post-dinner
"I keep threatenin' to make fried chicken, if you can handle such a low rent meal. Not sure what to make with it aside from cornbread, we've got a reclaimed skillet, but we should do this again just to break it out. Where'd you learn to cook like that?
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“I learned all over. Spain, Italy, France, some in Russia. And some in the States. Still learn where I can. Harder when I can only go two miles from my apartment without a government escort, but I guess that’s what cook books are for.”
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"I thought you said you lived in New York.. You mean people can just fly through there?" Was that a dig on the city? Hell yes it was. "What made you get around so much, that's a hellva flight log."
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The implied before I got arrested is, he thinks, fairly clear. “Always came back to New York, though. She’s a hard city to leave.”
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"I've seen more of South American than I have of Europe but I did stop in Paris during a prisoner transfer once. Always wanted to go see her on the spare time and free money I don't have. Got a favorite place?"
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His eyes went distant. A little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It's a little town on the Amalfi Coast, above the Tyrrhenian Sea in Southern Italy. The population can't be more than three thousand people. It's a little artist's enclave, with buildings straight out of the pre-Renaissance. The villas there have their gardens open to the public, and the views from those cliffs are indescribable. I spent hours at the Villa Cimbrone, on the Terrazzo dell'lnfinito, the Terrace of Infinity, just watching water and the coastline. History breathes, there."
He took a drink. "Food's not bad either."
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Raylan's smile got lazy and wide as Neal told him about it.
"Sounds like the food might not matter, but it's a hellva perk?" He grinned properly. "Sounds beautiful. How long'd you spend there?" He had to have, to have such a good looking fondness on his face about it.
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Raylan caught the passing look but didn't know what it was, really.
"If they give you somethin' to do that's just as exhilarating as high theft, I might haveta agree." Even if he didn't know most of Neal's story. He had the overview, the general vibe of it, but he felt like he was missing a few pieces of the puzzle. "You think you'll work with them after you're off your leash? Stay on as a consultant? The pay gets better once you're not in a bracelet, I promise."
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He hummed under his breath, thinking about it. "Yeah. I would if they asked. Maybe work as a securities consultant, help design alarm systems. See if I can beat myself at my own game."
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"Doesn't sound like you got much of any real plans for afterwards. Once you're outta it, you'll have the time to figure it out. Not exactly easy, changin' course."
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He shakes his head. "There were things I cared about more than getting caught. But I never thought I'd want to get out of the life. I never really thought there would be an afterwards."
Neal holds his half-empty glass out toward Raylan, clearly begging for a refill. "Did you think there would be an afterwards, when you were a kid? Before your aunt got you out of Kentucky?"
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"The Marshal's service saved me, I ain't ashamed to admit. Gave me somethin' to do with my life. If they hadn't.." Well, that was to say Raylan didn't know what would have become of him then.
"Do you? Want to get out of the life?" Or was he just following Peter's lead? That wasn't a bad thing either way, but he had to ask. He wanted to know. Neal was a strange and sharply edged person, like a diamond, like he was hiding something under that veneer Neal showed everyone.
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before dinner
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If anyone would know, it might be Klaus, he seems like he holds onto that little stuff.
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Party!Raylan was a lot looser than WalkingAround!Raylan - he liked parties, having a drink, shooting the shit and maybe not being completely traumatized by the environment around him.
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"A whole town and not a single pool table?" He frowns, although it's more of a pout, "that just doesn't feel right. This town really is hell." He mutters before taking another drink.
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"It's kinda tragic, yeah. Best I can think of that ain't that is Cup. Office supply games. But hell's made better with a drink and decent company, hmm? I'm glad ya came over, even if dinner parties aren't usually my thing. It's nice to have people in the house. Y'all are welcome to stay, of course, if it gets too crazy."
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"Mmm, yeah. I, uh- well, I never really had friends, so..." Maybe they're all a little old for a sleepover, but.... "Yeah. I might take you up on that offer."
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His smile softened a little and he reached over to clap a hand on Klaus's shoulders. "No time like the present for a change, hm? We're all a little fucked up here. Don't worry about it. It'll be okay." And he meant it. He knew he wasn't as.. approachable or as soft and sensitive as the rest of the people in the house but he wasn't heartless and he wasn't cruel. He'd grown up getting the shit beat outta him. Whatever Klaus suffered, he could find a place here.
"And in the meantime, we've got moonshine."
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His features soften into a more genuine smile and he nods. "Yeah... yeah, no time like the present." Klaus likes everyone in this house, or at least everyone in the house that he's met. There's been an addition since he was last here that he'll only be meeting for the first time tonight.
"That we do," he grins and on that note, takes a sip.
O-oh, Okay! Sure!
"Well I'll leave you to it. Got to make sure other cups have somethin' decent in 'em."