028-029 » the winds of change

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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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[thering]

"I can only imagine." It is nice to see the fondness on Five's face, however fleeting it might have been. These things that tether them to each other are important and worth holding onto, the strangeness and oppressiveness of the situation aside.

"It is nice to have someone who talks a lot. They fill in the silence, so you do not have to yourself." Even if that silence had been filled with talk of sex dungeons and puberty. It... would have been a lot more amusing if it wasn't at Malcolm's or Five's expense.

"I hope you do not regret coming tonight. It was nice to have had you both over. And honestly I think the house needed a little reprieve from beans on toast." Even if he did not know or expect Neal to have this level of culinary skill hiding behind that sly little smile.

[fika]

Honestly, the ridiculously inappropriate commentary was just like home, and he likely wouldn't have batted an eye were the topic slightly skewed away from him.

Five knows how loud silence can be, so Klaus' chatter should be a strange comfort in moments like these. But he can't help the memories of his isolation rising to the surface at their involuntary recollection. "Yeah, until it starts to be about something he doesn't understand." Even if Doc was speaking in broader terms, he can't help himself.

"I don't regret it," Five concedes, after a moment of drumming his fingers on the glass. "I don't remember the last time we've been to anything this — normal. It was bound to get a little hinky."

[thering]

"'tis something I understand. Should you decide one sleepless night that you wish to drink and discuss the subject. Or just drink. After all, what is there to say?" Doc challenges with an upturned hand. "What is done is done. We all find our own ways to keep going."

Of course, while that is true, there is always more to say. He fully expects Five to have something rolling around his head itching to get out. He does too. But tonight is probably not the night for it. Tonight they can just drink and shrug it off.

"You are welcome to stay the night. You and your brother both. The sex dungeon," Doc intonates very deliberately, "and the master bedroom can accommodate extra people. The couch is available too. Don't stay sober on account of needing to leave the house later."

[fika]

"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer soon, Doc," he says with an agreeable, quiet hum.

Everyone has a past. People who lived longer than they're supposed to - or otherwise, who chased time the way no ordinary person could - especially can lay claim to a messy one.

What did Doc say to him, caught in that dark night chasing nothing but whispers? The worst of us survive? How precise of an aim.

But instead, he makes a face, something between poorly schooled horror and amusement. "I'm not staying sober. I'm pacing myself. In case you needed reminding, my tolerances aren't what they used to be. I don't want to be under the table before anyone else."

That would just be embarrassing.

After another sip. "I'll take the couch. And I'm stabbing the first person who tries to cuddle me with a butter knife." That absolutely includes Klaus.

[thering]

Raising his hands in a pacifying gesture, Doc purses his lips and inclines his head.

"The couch is all yours." Doc might risk a stabbing for tucking him in, making sure he's warm enough to get through the night, but no cuddling or any other funny business. He can promise that much at least. "And we have enough moonshine here to suit any pace of drinking." Try as he and Raylan might to drink their own stash dry.

"Here's to not having regrets, and not staying sober." He raises his own glass to Five and downs it.

[fika]

Depending on just how heavy to lays into the moonshine between now and then, Doc might just escape unscathed.

Besides, the couch wasn't unfamiliar anymore - at least this time it will actually be because he's drunk off his ass on something that tastes like battery acid and just about as effective. He's gotten used to it though, and he has Doc - and Raylan - to thank on account of feeding this town's poor coping habits.

Better than most other alternatives.

He raises his glass in turn, at the end of that toast with a small little smile. He wasn't sure either would be possible.

"How the hell can you keep up the production of this stuff, anyway?" What with such a high demand and all...

[thering]

"Well. It might be one of the town's worst kept secrets, but it has mostly been Raylan and I drinking from it." And yeah, the two of them have a drinking problem they don't often talk about, but it's a problem all the same, so there isn't as much as there should be. The only thing that stops them from touching it is if they're whisked away like they were to the unfamiliar new house and the mansion. Doc would rather it not happen again, if he's honest.

"We haven't been able to age it any," he admits quietly. It's slightly more palatable now, but that's from refining and changing the formula here and there, and not because they have had enough restraint to attempt the aging process. "But after we had distributed some to every occupied house on this street and to the boarding house, no one's come asking me for any since." Maybe they have from Raylan, he's not sure.

"You are free to take a bottle with you." A bottle would last Five longer than it would last either one of them. And he isn't sure Klaus would need any to get as relaxed and loose-lipped as he is, so. It would probably mostly be for Number Five.

[fika]

"You seem to have cornered the market," is the good-natured snort. "Prohibition era done proud."

Most of them here, at least, were very much satisfied in not talking about their problems, with the resounding exception perhaps being Klaus. And none of them could ever claim a lack of a drinking problem, even if they arrived without one before this.

Seeing as Five was just as guilty as Doc, or Raylan, in that regard, he couldn't be one to judge either way. "Well, if they haven't been asking, all the more for us, right?"

He'll take Doc right up on that offer. "One thing about the apocalypse - a lot more wine cellars survived the moon crash landing into earth than you'd think. Suddenly, you had a lot more vintage."

[thering]

Well. Being the moonshine sugar daddy does come with a few undeniable perks. He wouldn't mind cornering this particular market a little while longer.

"How long did it take you to get through them?" Doc asks out of sheer curiosity. Is there any point cornering a market if there is no one to market to? He's not sure if he would survive such a catastrophe but on the off-chance that he does, it might pay to learn a bit more about it at least.

"I suspect even the coldest and most heartless amongst us wouldn't know how to appreciate good wine at the end of the world." But he could be wrong. Given that level of desperation, a new level of despicable is easy enough to reach to let any man down.