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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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( elijah decides to take advantage of the lighter snow to get himself out of the boarding house and into the town. he feels like, after the situation at the grey gull, he'd been sticking close to the boarding house to make sure he was all right and he wouldn't slip up.

but, knowing that things have been improving, he heads out, walking his way over to the library where he pulls a few books at random to read. he's been through this before and he finds that nothing makes sense and things that seem to be leading somewhere lead nowhere. it's frustrating but he thinks there has to be a rhyme or reason to it and he's determined to find it.

he can only spend so much time at the library before he ventures over to the grey gull once again. he stands outside, unwilling to inside. eyes closed, he thinks he can still hear the pounding sounds that had assaulted him for so many hours. a shiver works its way through his body before he shakes his head and stomps away.

later, you'll find him in the boarding house, having a drink of something that's probably too strong but elijah finds that he needs. he knows that he's not going to be able to get drunk but he's had a few glasses and he's feeling...fairly good.

no one's going to have to drag his drunk self back to his room, though. he's not that bad off. )

Edited 2021-01-27 15:50 (UTC)

( after the town hall meeting, elijah doesn't immediately go back to the boarding house. he tries to make himself available if anyone else wants to confront him after what he's confessed during the meeting.

but, he can't linger forever and eventually, he does leave, heading out into the snow. this time, he heads towards the fog. he continues to want to go through it, in it, to see if he can get to the other side but he hasn't yet.

he walks until he can see the swirling thick smoke and stops, eyeing it as if he were the predator and it the prey. he steps closer, close enough that he can almost touch it but he doesn't.

he just stares at it for a few moments before he turns and heads back into town. he moves through the various abandoned houses then, stopping and stepping into a few select ones to try and find anything that might be useful.

it's a way to keep his mind busy and he's in one house when things start shaking. at first, he thinks it's just the house but when he looks out the window, he can see other buildings shaking and elijah realizes it's the entire town that's being affected by what he guesses is an earthquake.

he manages to make it to a wall to hold on, waiting for the shaking to stop. it does eventually and once he's sure it's going to stay that way, he moves quickly out of the house and into the snow, looking around to see if anyone's injured or any buildings are going to fall over. )

Edited 2021-01-27 16:54 (UTC)

[ they seem to have had similar ideas, even if the heart of their searches held different intentions.

yennefer was trying to find herbs. or whatever passed for them here, and as it happens, kitchen spices could sometimes replace certain ingredients.

she tries not to have her pride smart too strongly at the thought of her being reduced to the habits of a simple kitchen witch, but she was also no stranger to desperation. winter in itself was harsh and unkind to many natural resources, unless one prepared.

winter in whatever hell she was dumped into here was even worse, if only by virtue of how unfamiliar everything was.

she hears his steps first, head snapping to the direction, chaos carefully thrown out - an instinctual thing, to know where the stranger is.

he'll find her at the open cupboard, a scant amount of dried, packed herbs laid out on the counter. for her part, she recognizes him, she thinks. from the town hall.

although, she didn't need to remember his announcement to know he wasn't human. it doesn't really stop her from returning to her task at hand, nose scrunching as soon as she smells the uncapped bottle. ] If I have to smell any more fucking oregano...

Are you going to be making a stew?

( logically, elijah knows that it's probably something else entirely but he can't resist the tease. he stops in the doorway, one hand in the pocket of his slacks while he watches her.

he recognizes her from seeing her around town hall and, of course, from the meeting. that's about the extent of his knowledge though. )

Or is your hunt for herbs for an entirely different reason?

[ she seems to find a packet of bayleaves, with a small, resolved sigh, setting it aside in her miserable collection.

better than nothing. ] Well, there'd be enough salt and pepper for it. [ she replies sourly. ]

No, I need something passable enough for spellwork. [ several people have already lacked belief in magic, and while she didn't quite give a shit about that they thought about it, it made for dreary conversation.

not with a vampire though, she'd imagine. violet eyes narrow. ] I'm curious - do vampires have magical talents where you're from?

That depends entirely on your definition of magical talent.

( he supposes compulsion and maybe even the ability to manipulate dreams counts but he believes that she's thinking more of spellwork. )

Witches exist where I come from so I'm familiar with what's typically needed for different spells and curses and hexes.

( he'd had those very things aimed at him a time or two. )

Is there anything specific you're trying to find?

Considering the diversity of the gathered, I'd say my definition is rather loose. [ whether or not that's a good thing, is difficult to tell. a safer assumption is no, with yennefer.

her brow ticks up, head tilted as she slips a few more spices into her bag. ]

Yes, though I doubt I will. Calendine, Marigold. Rhydwaith Carthion, for its healing properties. At this point? I'd settle for fleawort.

[ a beat. since they're talking, mught as well ask: ] So, do you think the rest of the speeches were filled with as much honesty as yours? [ she sounds impressed, if anything. ]

I think the rest of the speeches were informative in a different way than mine was.

( the information in other people's speeches was more about the city, what they'd found, what they thought whereas his was more personal. he scratches a thumb against his cheek before pushing away from the door and coming closer to her.

his eyes scan over the various things she's pulled out of the cabinets before he looks over at her. )

You don't sound so surprised that a vampire exists at all. Most people expect me to sleep in coffins or turn into a bat.

You know what I got from all of them? [ she contemplates, holding the jar of cinnamon aloft, before slipping it, along with an array of peppercorn and (fine) oregano to clink into the canvas bag, before turning her attention to him and his approach as she rattles off the take-away. ] Just a lot of desperate ideas, people taking scraps given to them and trying to make them important, when all it is, is gilded pigshit.

[ but at least everyone has the same steaming heap of it now, right? it's her frustration and habitual harshness, gathered at needle-point tension like the static of a storm before the first strike. she might not have any answers better than anyone else, but it doesn't mean she can't be angry for it all anyway.

her brows tick up, a small fraction. ] High vampires are incredibly rare, but they are real, where I'm from. [ otherwise, vampire is a bit of a hypernym.] And - I've bigger concerns than your sleeping habits.

[ she folds her arms, leaning her hip against the counter, and fully engaged in the conversation, now. violet eyes narrow. ] I am curious - what do you make of all of this? With your centuries lived?

( that's certainly a very straightforward opinion. he can't fault her for it despite thinking the sharing of information wasn't a bad idea especially when the group was as small as it was.

better to know where to go and what to do than to end up dead. or kidnapped. he'd rather not have that happen again. )

I don't know if I'm what anyone could call a high vampire but close enough.

( he dismisses the label with a wave of his hand. )

This place? It's not the first time I've been kidnapped but it's the first time that I've been kidnapped to a town and been unable to leave it. Usually, there are ways around things like this. But, there are spells that could keep even me inside. A Chambre de Chasse comes to mind. But, those aren't usually for such large groups.

( and he doesn't know what he's supposed to find out that will release him. )

My thought is magic from a witch. Unoriginal I know but what else could hold people inside a place without the ability to leave?

[ straightforward, or a particularly unfair criticism? hard to tell.

she offers a small shrug, choosing to forgo the mention of the lesser, base subspecies. there were more curious topics to discuss than the semantics of labels across worlds.

she listens, a single line between her brows. ] I doubt a single mage is powerful enough for something like this, though I do agree - this is magic. It can't be anything else. And that means it has to have limits.

[ a short beat, before offering: ] I'm Yennefer.

Elijah.

( yes, he'd already introduced himself during the town hall but this is a more informal meeting so he does it again. he nods in her direction. )

So, if it's not one mage, do you think it's a group? Or something else?

( he's familiar with witches in that there are powerful ones and less powerful ones but even an original witch like this mother probably couldn't do this. )

I think it's more than one, at the very least.

[ she hesitates, a frown twisting her mouth. she thinks of aretuza, and its restricting walls. arms folded, she leans herself back against the counter. ]

Or, they found a very powerful source, and act as its conduit. [ in which case, she hopes it kills them soon. And Fringilla's fanaticism proved that great power typically comes with a great cost. ]

Where I am from - there is a Chapter of Sorcerers. They like to think they have the market cornered on influence. They are also proof that if enough pride and idiocy band together, they might actually accomplish something. [ she can't miss an opportunity to call on its bullshit. they are also proof that a single disagreement can make the order crumble at the source. Tissaia proved that one. she offers up a small shrug. ] Perhaps it's something similar.

We have covens where I'm from and they can call upon the power of their ancestors. Honestly, if that's happening here, this exhibition of power makes sense. They're very powerful when they come together though I don't know what the point of doing this to random people would be.

( besides inevitable bragging rights. he steps forward and opens a few cupboards, peering inside of them. )

But I think they would have been able to be sensed or they would have made themselves known with what they want from all of us. They have massive amounts of power but it's finite.

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028-029 » the winds of change

elijah mikaelson ( the originals )

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