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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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( Dean remembers Doc mentioning someone was missing. (And some were dead.) But, he'd never met her. She was missing. Apparently, she's not missing anymore. Dean's a fidgeter, too. And, usually, when people don't draw attention to something, like shifting - or worry - he doesn't call any attention to it. So, he doesn't. )

You, uh, have any theories to where you went or what happened?

( He waits until she's not with anyone, coming up to her politely.

She didn't freeze do death, but she was gone. Fugue state might've killed her. Unless, something protected her from the elements. He doesn't know. It's why he goes to the source. )

[ Daisy's a bit surprised anyone actually comes up to her after the meeting — a lot of people have had a lot more interesting things to contribute to assembling the creepy town puzzle. But here he is, so she shakes her head and crosses her arms, forcing her attention to focus on him instead of that damn feeling tugging at the back of her mind. ]

Nope. It was like no time passed at all, except it had and I was suddenly somewhere else.

[ And with everything people have been talking about and all the ideas being thrown around... She can't even begin to narrow down the possibilities. ]

( The puzzle pieces to this town he and Raylan have debated was a cult once upon a time are important, but so is the idea that someone vanishes and returns, in the show no less. )

You being gone, that could point to this place being a separate reality - why you didn't disappear and freeze. Maybe. Everything's speculation.

( He wonders if anybody else was up and outside when the phone rang. )

Glad you're in one piece. It feels like this town either kills us, injures us, takes us, or scares us.

[ Daisy's really hoping there isn't anything cult-related about this place. She's had more than enough of those with all the HYDRA crap she's had to deal with over the years, thanks very much. Not that any of them have a say in the matter... ]

Well, there was a fear storm when I first got here, so seems pretty on-brand. [ There's a bit of bite to the words that she pulls back in, shifting her stance again. Sorry, pal, it's really nothing personal. ] But I think the separate reality is a given at this point. There are too many of us here from different worlds.

( The closest Dean's been to a cult is the small town that sacrificed someone every hundred years, the church goers who were convinced their town was overrun by demons, and Carrie's mother come to life. He'd like it to not be cult related, too. If it's that, then it speaks to what those symbols are. And, what are they worshipping. Everything begets a question. Everything. )

We think so, too. Cas and me. ( The angel he announced. ) You believe in it, then. We're full up on civilians, it seems like.

[ She actually laughs at that, bitter as it is, while shaking her head and looking down at her boots. Civilians... Yeah, she really misses having more people around who were better equipped at dealing with Weird. ]

I'm a part-alien spy with superpowers. So yeah, I believe in it.

[ Honestly, it's one of the only things here that's made any real sense. ]

( Spy. Okay. Part-alien. O-kay. This is Dean. See Dean blink. )

I'm a hunter. Been dead more times than I can count. Been a demon. Had an archangel hijack my body... Think that's everything. ( He brings a hand up and adds something. ) I was a vampire. For - a day. That's everything.

[ A hunter. Cool, that's... cool. Doesn't make her think of the Chronicoms who'd been trying to murder them all. Nope, not at all. She looks up as he continues, the being dead hitting too close to home on a completely different level. As for the rest of it... ]

Yeah, that's a whole different kind of weird than I'm used to.

[ It is all weird though — they do have that in common. ]

You, too. Far as I know, aliens are not a thing. Had a case where people thought it was aliens. Several. It's never aliens.

I guess for you, it is.

( And then -- )

I'm not looking to hunt anyone here. It's not how hunting works. And, I hunt - monsters that kill. That actually kill. ( Is he making it better? He's not sure. ) We've got vampires, demons, angels, ghosts. You name it, it probably exists in our world. Werewolves. But, there are good werewolves. Good angels. ( He thinks about Cas there and his mouth turns more into a fond smile.

Time for a subject change! This ended in a different place than it started. ) Did your superpowers translate here?

[ Monsters that kill. That hits far too close to home. How many people have viewed her as a monster since she went through terrigenesis? She's been called an abomination, a weapon of mass destruction, and more than once she's lived up to those titles. But that's not who she is, and she'll defend anyone else like her who is capable of terrible things but chooses to be better.

The change of subject is a welcome one. ]

Yep. [ She pops the P and then turns a bit, choosing a chair the next row over. Holding out her right hand, she lets out a gentle sonic blast, enough to send it toppling backward into the empty space behind it. ]

( He didn't mean it that way. Ten years before, he'd mean it like that. As it is, he stands back and watches her demonstration. )

Part-alien.

( He nods. )

Could come in handy in case anything comes out of the mouth of the river.

( He needs to stop taking parts of one conversation and bringing them into others. )

Raylan, the Marshal, he got a look from the lighthouse, says that the horizon ends at the mouth of a river. Thinks if something did come out of there to come after us, we'd all be stuck. Can't exactly escape into the sea.

( Unless there's more to her being part alien. )

And it gives us more weight to the whole alternate world prison idea.

[ A river. Huh. She makes note of it for if they're ever able to explore more of the area.

Frowning at that last part, she crosses her arms again, expression completely serious. Something about that idea doesn't sit well with her. ] What makes you think this is a prison?

In our experience, worlds, they're either made out of boredom, desperation, frustration - or to imprison someone. Even something. Usually not this many something's.

( To explain why he thinks he knows this, though... He stops his thought, weighing what he's going to say. )

I talked about what Sam and I have been through. That's one kind. Small-scale. Manipulates one whole town, but, really, he manipulates one or two people. Groundhogs Day ( He holds a finger up. Adds a second. ) Stay Tuned, our, television -- ( He grunts from frustration, clearing his throat. ) experience. They were created by an archangel. Eventually, he gave up the ghost. Second kind. Whole other world. Alternate. Same characters, different bent. Is one person dead. Do they have money now... We ran into -- we don't know how many more there were - from where we're from. Maybe infinite. But, they were being systematically destroyed. At least, they were before I woke up here. Cas, the one in the trench coat, he says he's from a later point in time. Could be a different world. All these worlds? Created by our God. Liked to be called Chuck. Don't ask. Third kind. Chuck's - God's sister. The Darkness. Kept somewhere else. Locked away for -- eons. Parallel, but, unreachable. I don't subscribe to Malcom Bright's this was made for us idea, but, whatever this place was, it's not made for the great escape anymore. It's made to hold us in. It's somewhere between reality bending and -- I don't know. Between our realities.

If we are all from different worlds, and this defies our God, then I doubt this is just an archangel.

( That's what he has. )

What this was, whether it was a small town cult or something else...

[ They're veering back into the territory of weird that Daisy has no experience with and she doesn't like it. She's an agent of SHIELD, that's supposed to mean something. They're the ones who stand on the front lines, fighting everything that normal people can't even comprehend, and then here comes this place and all these people talking about things that are straight out of the freaking bible...

It brings up too many memories of the nuns at St. Agnes for her liking. ]

Yeah well, on my world, the only gods we've known were actually aliens. Asgardians, Kree, they all liked to visit Earth and mess with humans who didn't know any better. [ She shifts uncomfortably again, moving her wrapped arms to rest her hands on her hips. ] But parallel universes are science: timelines thrown off and creating branching universes like you described. I've been to two of them.

I've been to two of them.

( Rescued another Sam and him from a third, he's going to keep that back. This is at least something in common. )

How do you think this works. Our universes and yours. Is this string theory now?

[ She shakes her head and gives a shrug, crossing her arms again. Her arms are hurting, her nerves are on edge, and this whole being in the dark thing is really starting to wear on her. ]

Dunno. I'm not the science type, and the members of my team who are aren't here. But I've gotten enough lectures over the years to know it's a thing.

( Him, too. The house did a number on him, not to mention the sudden two day detox he never signed up for. Maybe it's sad he broke that the minute he could. Can't teach a 41 year old dog new tricks. )

Either, people here - they summoned something and they had a feed it. Or, they summoned something wrong and it fed. And now we're here. Or, nothing was summoned. And something brought us here. Like, the guy on the porch. Did you see the crack in the Earth? About - four, five days ago?

( Longer? )

Yeah, I did. [ Up close and personal. She'd also gotten as good a look at the guy as any of them seem to have — which was not very good at all. The vibe she'd gotten off him though... ]

None of it makes sense, but maybe someone will see a pattern we don't.

It's not supposed to. Usually you have a puzzle like this? It's broken down for a reason. There's a chance we don't want to find the answer. Or, there are different answers.

( Or there are none. )

Yeah, well...

[ What a ray of optimism this conversation has been. Unfolding her arms, she reaches up to run a hand through her hair, letting out a deep breath, and then shakes her head. She feels like she's about to vibrate out of her skin with anxiety and for someone who can actually control vibrations, that's not a good thing. ]

Sorry, I need to— It's nothing personal, I just really need to move, so I've gotta go.

[ She's already starting to step away before she's even finished speaking. ]

( Conversations with a Winchester aren't often optimistic, or cheery. He's gotten that before. )

You don't need to apologize. Go. Dean, ( He says again, letting her know his name. ) if you ever need anything.

[ She pauses at that, turning back to give him a good look and then a nod. It's appreciated. ]

Daisy. [ And then she's moving again, weaving her way through the crowd. ]

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