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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[cholesterol]

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.

[tinstar]

[Raylan nodded once. Now Dean was getting it. He hated to be good at thinking this darkly but the worst of humanity isn't hard to overlay onto an unknown that echos them. The stranger was echo enough.]

I don't think they were ever here. Maybe at one time, but not for a while. Like roads up in the mountains, or shit, maps for that case.. Tucked away here in the corner of the country.. they could survive on fishing imports, travels further inland and still stay secular.

Question for a question, why do you think there's nothin' in the forest. Animals usually affected by.. [He breathed out another sharp breath through his nose, clearly still not 100% with considering gods of any level] lesser deities or demons?

[cholesterol]

( He hates it, too. He does not want a giant squid crawling up the freakin river toward them.

Wherever here is, Raylan. )

If they were snapped out of existence. I mean literally. Other reason? Monster ate 'em. Other, other reason? The population ate them. Or, like Malcolm thinks. This isn't a real place. There never were animals.

[tinstar]

If the fog has always acted the way it does, that comin' through, choking everything out, that's also a possibility - if it and the 'monster' aren't the same damned thing... Population didn't eat them - We'd have their weapons if they did and as good a hunter as us humans are, it'd take a hellva lotta work to clear out a forest this big of animals.

[But all the other options felt viable. Good news bad news. Raylan's jaw worked as he chewed his proverbial liver.]

If we're followin' our trail of thought here, and most scary stories like this happen like every.. twenty seven years or something - [Thanks for that Doc,] - How much longer we got until the next resurgence and no knowledge about how to keep it at bay.

[cholesterol]

( True. There'd be survivors. )

Twenty-seven. ( That's a number. ) Maybe 100. Pictures we found back in the model home, they were -- seventies, maybe -- earlier than that. Hundred years. Few decades.

( Question is, did someone conjure it here? Or was it here? Is this the place where the lost things go? )

Knowledge means more combing. Good thing we got the nerd here now.

( Again, that fondness for his brother creeps up. )

[tinstar]

[Pulled right out of his barely existent ass.]

Maybe that fire was a slip up. Something to.. rekindle old traditions. Maybe that's why they got a few more generations outta it.

[Raylan smirked.]

Well if he can make any more heads or tails outta this than we are, I welcome it. I'd like to get down to the problem we're gonna have to be solving - Sooner rather than later.

[cholesterol]

Say we get to that. Not always easy once it's uncovered.

( Even if they get closer. It takes time. Sometimes a year for something to be found out, or fixed. )

Sometimes, it's sooner. Most times it's later.

[tinstar]

Is anything worth doin' ever easy? We're a smart crowd. So long as we keep our shit together..

[He was hopeful, overall.]

Alright, point out your brother so I don't make an ass of myself when I meet him.

[cholesterol]

( Priority one. Not losing it. )

The tall guy who needs a haircut.

( Sitting by the trenchcoat wearing sunglasses. )

[tinstar]

I'll go bother him in a minute. Who's the coat next to him? [ The sunglasses really set off the look but Raylan had to wonder why he was wearing them indoors. Corey Hart?]

[cholesterol]

That's Cas. He's an angel.

( Just let that sit there between them. See if Raylan takes it literally or thinks he's being cute. (Dean is cute.) Why he has an impulse to add, 'He loves me,' he doesn't have time to unpack. And he doesn't say it. He just doesn't. )

[tinstar]

[Raylan's head swiveled over. Bets with people like Dean on this? Actually 50/50. (And Dean wasn't hard on the eyes by any means).]

As in sweetheart, knits you doilies and pulls your ass from the shit?

[cholesterol]

Pulls my ass from Hell. That count?

( Why -- sweetheart?? Yes, but, no? But, also, yes? Kind of? Dean usually uses it in a more disparaging, dismissive way. )

[tinstar]

I still don't know if that's metaphorical or not. [It was admitted freely and without reservation, one hand lifting to gesture at Dean.]

He's not an.. [He gestured again.] an actual angel, right?

[Yeah the door to that possibility was still cracked.]

[cholesterol]

He is. An actual God's army, perdition raising, celestial being.

( Technically, celestial wavelength. He is genderless. But, he is in Jimmy. And he's called him a he - for longer than he can remember. )

Angel. Who pulled me out of actual Hell.

[tinstar]

[Raylan seemed.. paused and when he moved again, it was not with the kind of confidence and belief that Dean did. He gestured, head rolling back and forth as he scoffed out an-]

Okay. Wait a minute. I can.. not think about that later... Like wings and all??

[ Or not, or he could think about it now. ]

[cholesterol]

His wings're clipped. It's a sensitive subject. But, yeah. He had 'em.

( It feels like Raylan blue-screened there. )

[tinstar]

[Wow, that answer didn't help. Though, to be fair, no answer would help beyond the normal 'No of course not, I was just pulling your gunbelt' or some shit.

The feeling was accurate. He'd heard a lotta shit from John and while touching on Heaven and Hell, Demons and Angels were great, it's quite a bit different to have an actual angel here. A Vouched for Angel. Rubber stamped and all.

What?

Raylan shaked his head; no - he wasn't processing this well and finally, Mathis had found something that he couldn't so easily set aside.

Boyd would have lost his mind.]

Shit.

[cholesterol]

( There we go. bluescreen.kernel. He might as well have loaded porn onto Ray and got a virus. He'll wait. )

You alright there? Would meeting him help?

[tinstar]

Yeah. [Suddenly Raylan realized that could be applied to both questions and quickly corrected with a gesture in front of him and a:] No.

Look, you mighta been through Kentucky but you.. You don't know.. [What they were like. How deeply ingrained it was; the catholic-lite guilt that touched the community sometimes. Raylan didn't believe but there was enough doubt in him to question it in the face of the idea of a real angel.]

No. No, it'd be weird if I walked up on him. If he runs into me, that's a different story but.. [Dean. An Angel. Cmon.]

[cholesterol]

... Whatever, Marshal, sorry I whipped up an existential crisis for you.

( Kind of. It's kind of amusing. )

[tinstar]

It's not. Just a.. an adjustment of.. view. Don't tell me you just... took it when you first learned.

[He couldn't have, surely.]

Back at your start, was angels and hell a big thing? [Or was this just.. evolution of hunting monsters. Finding God, who knew. If only he knew how close to home that thought would have struck.]

[cholesterol]

No, they weren't always -- we didn't know they were things, not until one pulled me out of Hell. Didn't really take getting used to, but when the third time we talked he sent me back in time, I had no choice but to adjust. Pretty straight forward learning curve.

( God... was a harder concept for him. God's plan. That only got worse. )

Demons... were more there. Exorcised our first one on a plane the first few weeks Sam and me started hunting again.

[tinstar]

[Well that was something at least. He wasn't a total idiot for having trouble with it.

Not that Dean hadn't just given him so much more to try and wrap his head around.]

I'm.. definitely going to need more moonshine before I ask any of the questions I got. Demons are easier to swallow. There's a lotta nasty shit in the world. Do people really go all Linda Blaire?

wrap!

[cholesterol]

Not quite. A body gets that mangled, head turns clean around? Vessel's done for. Demons possess bodies. But, they don't -- they're not Reagan. They can be exorcised.