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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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"Think I should hold off on the drinking today. If I was a pain in the ass this morning I do apologise." Look, he can't possibly have a drinking problem if he has this level of self-restraint, right? Right?
At the mention of how he passed the time, Doc hums and sighs, rolling his shoulders and fidgeting again to make himself comfortable.
"The well led to a spring. After I was done yellin' and... felt confident enough to move again, I went to explore it. Found a corner to make myself comfortable in. Thought about every way I wanted to kill the witch. Slept more than Malcolm would have for a hundred lifetimes. Built the best sandcastles and wrote the best verses in the mud that no one will ever see. Named every brick I could reach. It-- the isolation was worse."
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"You were stubborn, but no where close than I've ever had to deal with," he assured kindly, slowly closing the cap again. Nothing to apologize for, nothing he couldn't handle.
He nodded slowly at the answer, the flask was held back out to Doc - yeah, not going to have any drinks, sure. "Well, you've got company this time, as annoyin' as I might be. I think I'd die before we ran outta bricks though. For all the questions I got, this place seems... fairly well built." The compliment was begrudging at best.
"You don't happen to sing do you? It'd sound great in here."
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"I do if you do," he half-jokes, half-challenges. He's not making an ass of himself if Raylan isn't volunteering and going first.
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"Have you found anything familiar that you like listening to back home in the record store?" He should like to sample some of Raylan's music. They can probably withhold judgement about each other's tastes if they manage not to pass any comments about what they end up handing to each other, should Doc be able to listen to a few things from the 20th and 21st century and find something he likes and is willing to share.
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Raylan hummed in acknowledgement. "A few things. Couple of country albums, few Tom Petty ones.. A 45 single of the most famous song in Harlan.. Some classic rock, little Eagles.. Not a lot, but it's somethin'. Figure I'll talk Dean into leavin' the record player at the Gull and play 'em there. See how many I can't drive off with it."
Most people didn't like country unless you were in or from the country, he'd found.
"You poked around in there yet?" He didn't think Doc would know any modern music.
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Pursing his lips and nodding a few times in the dark, Doc indicates with a grunt that he had heard of Tom Petty and the Eagles and he approves, even though Raylan can't see him nodding.
"No. I had a walk around when I first saw the place, but. Wouldn't know what to look for. Maybe you have to take me there sometime." Making plans after they get out, like it's assumed there will be an 'after'. It's helping to calm his nerves and settle him. Even if Raylan is planning on messing with him with Nicki Minaj or something horrendous.
"Been a while since someone has taken me out." For a date, he means, not out back and getting shot.
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Raylan huffed a half a laugh, head rolling back against the stone.
"Let me cook you dinner first and we can call it a date. We can stop by the clothin' store, goin' on a shoppin' spree. Find an extra pack of smokes or somethin' for dessert."
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It would be the ultimate hipster move that neither of them would understand enough to find amusing, to take a fellow hat out on a date and pick up some clothes, visit a record store, have dessert. Even if Doc might warily stare and scowl and have a short rant about cheesecake. Why would anyone do that to cheese?
"Well. At least you're not taking me for a cheap whore you can solicit in the latrine." That was a jab at Negan, and even though Negan isn't here to appreciate it, he imagines that Raylan would after everything he had mentioned this morning. "I would gladly accept your offer."
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Of course, Raylan was using the term 'date' in the loosest possible term, more akin to lunch date on a calendar than flowers and wine. He'd try not to notice all they were missing was the proverbial flowers, since their near nightly drinking sessions checked off the 'wine' box. Don't worry Doc, he's more an ice cream man. Something creamy to lick.
Raylan lifted his eyebrows, amused at the jab, craw filled with yet another probably annoying question, and opted for something significantly more neutral for the moment.
"That mean you're gonna be less than an arms length away at some point?" He wouldn't note the time - day, night, hours; the sense of it hadn't started stretching yet. All he knew was that the darkness made distance nebulous and far reaching in a way that was starting to scratch at his nerves. "Since you're gladly acceptin' offers an all."
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"That depends. You gonna hit me in a way I do not enjoy?" Doc teases back, finding the tension that sat awkwardly between them, drawing an outline neatly around it and cutting it out with the precision required to work a scalpel. It brings some light to the elephant in the underground chamber without focusing too much upon it.
Doc shuffles in closer until he bumps his knee against Raylan's and the outer edge of their boots thud against each other's. Sitting with the sides of their butts touching is probably too close, so there's still a sliver of space between them.
"Might get colder than this, later." Doc doesn't want to quantify how much later. But they'll probably know when the temperature drops in the middle of the night.
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But the darkness's yawning reach snapped back like a rubber band at the casual bump of their knees and boots. It was grounding - someone he knew was alive and real and here, not whatever crawled up out from the back of his head. It made breathing a little easier and a little less hard to draw.
"Might have to get close and share this coat of yours then. Or trade it off. Latent body heat and all.." He shuffled deeper into the coat like he could stock up on the warmth of it and chewed over whether he should reassure Doc that he wasn't that kind of puncher, or if it was pathetic and pointless to clarify what kind of man he was. Wanted to be. "Or we walk back and forth til we're tired or hot, one of the two."
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"This would do me fine, just sitting here." Raylan... hadn't been terribly opposed to sharing a bed with him before. They can... huddle. Hopefully without too many comments. If it's between something clawing in the roof or under the floorboard trying to get to them, or this kind of relative silence save for their breathing, talking and clothes shuffling, he would much prefer this.
"Think you'd be able to get some sleep?" Maybe they wouldn't be able to hear Malcolm screaming from down here.
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He couldn't help but huff half a laugh at the question, looking over at where he knew Doc's face was. "No way in hell. Do you?" If Doc said yes, Raylan would be shocked.
Of course, after enough hours and enough silence and enough contact, Raylan would inevitably dose, but any actual sleep was off the table completely. It wasn't in his nature to sleep underground or in caves. There was too much that could happen down here. Too much that could happen above them. What if someone did come looking for them? He couldn't stomach the idea of missing the opportunity to get out because of some shut eye.
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He doesn't know how well this place would be able to sustain a string of aftershocks, either. But he doesn't want to say that aloud, not wanting to breathe life to an idea that might also keep Raylan unnecessarily preoccupied, worried, and on high alert.
"Once he's settled and nothing comes to get us, I might consider it." Or just pass out here from sheer exhaustion before that. That would work too.
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Raylan cared about Malcolm but he couldn't extract himself enough from his current situation and his own survival worries to spare some for the New Yorker. He didn't know what that made him - hard, cruel maybe.
"If we can hear him down here, I'll be very surprised," he ended quietly. "Maybe that means they won't hear us either, no matter how much we scream." Unnecessary preoccupation was the name of the game down here and Raylan was already deep in the hand of it.
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"I'm not sure thinking about myself would get us anywhere." He's had plenty of time to think about himself in the past. It didn't lead to anywhere nice. It wouldn't help them get out of here.
"It helps to think about others. About you, perhaps."
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"It bothers me," he admitted freely. "Hell, it bothers me that we ain't moving but logically, I know it's because the statistics say that you're better off stayin' put. Only god knows what's in these tunnels anyway. It'd be safer to go with a group." That was about all the talking about himself he could freely offer without a little pushing. If push came to shove, Raylan would rather die getting lost in the tunnels than die sitting here with his thumb up his ass. Thankfully, they hadn't gotten to that juncture yet.
"Thinkin' about you might, Mr Immortal Man. You've got the advantage here. Unless being down under that long kills the urge to survivalism. Somehow, I doubt it and even if you said it did, I wouldn't believe you. Worried about Malcolm; would you be content to sit here knowin' that there might be a door just that way that would get you back up top and tendin' to him?"
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"We can go take a look, if it would put your mind at ease, but. I do not think there's a door." Doc might have a kind of persistence and resilience that has seen him live this long, but. He also has a kind of learnt helplessness after being trapped underground for so long. He had spent weeks, maybe even months, combing around for an escape route. He even tried starting to dig upwards to climb a way out with just his knife and his bare hands.
"Would be nice if they'd built a natural sort of way out. Maybe it's in one of the routes we haven't explored yet." They might get lost but. Honestly Doc is worried about Raylan losing his shit at a dead end. This place doesn't exactly exude calming energy.
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All the better to spare you the trouble, my dear. Even he wasn't looking forward to resolving himself to that kind of end. He'd had other plans on how to go. This wasn't in them.
"Enough people have gone missing and enough brains have been thrown at it that over a very large number of cases, they look at success and fail rates. Tells them what paths of action are more likely to end in rescue or death. If someone's missing more than 48 hours, the chances of them being dead go up by 23 percent." He rattled of more - the rate of people likely to own a gun and get shot by it on accident, the number of people that successfully are rescued or escape from kidnapping. For a guy who didn't say much, he wasn't dumb or shy about it. Just not as loud as others.
Doc could worry about Raylan's temper as much as he wanted - there wasn't a chance in hell that Raylan could trust himself to let that can vent even the slightest without devastating consequences to his relationship with Henry. Not after that. He hated the idea that he made anyone feel the way he did when he was eight and Arlo was drunk and ranting. It had never mattered what it was. It was never really anyone's fault but Arlo's fury never cared, doubling down on his son when his wife ran into Noble's holler to let Raylan take the brunt of it.
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"As long as those odds are greater than zero. I like them." He reaches over in the dark to give Raylan's forearm a reassuring squeeze. He wouldn't lie to his face and tell him everything's going to be fine. But he would at least reassure him that he's here for as long as he can be.
"If the Earth shakes again, we ought not to stay. We'd be in more trouble under a pile of bricks."
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"I don't wanna die down here, Henry," he admitted quietly, though it seemed like no matter how quiet he tried to speak, the tunnels echoed it and made it larger. Too large to pretend that he hadn't said it. "I'm supposed to catch a bullet, not die in a mine - this isn't Harlan." He hated feeling like he was back home.
It wasn't fair and if his temper couldn't break a little, this had to.
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"Used to think the same thing, y'know. Wanted to die with six holes in my chest, not. God damn tuberculosis." He's not sure it was such a good idea after all, being so insistent and stubborn trying to get his way. Didn't exactly get him anywhere good.
"We're going to die trying to get out. We will not die sitting right here and right now." So while right here and right now stretches out and lasts them a while, they should be okay.
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And he had no plans on going around killing his friends.
"Can't imagine that was easy to come to terms with." Nor what surely happened to Doc while he was sick, keeping him from doing everything he was used to, sapping his strength. "TB was a plague. Hell, we weren't able to really treat or cure it til the 1950's."
He took another uneven breath. "Sitting here for a while will be okay. Later will come later."
A beat passed. "I don't particularly want to die gettin' shot, you know. But if it's gonna happen, me dyin', that's how it's gonna be, as many barrels I end up starin' down. That part stopped botherin' me when I was fifteen. And I can't say somethin' in me doesn't enjoy drawin' down on people stupid enough to take it on."
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"Bah. Don't tell me that, Raylan," Doc whines, giving Raylan a friendly elbow nudge. Sometimes it's better not to know that they missed out on a cure by a hundred years. He would have given anything if he could have saved his mother.
Sometimes Raylan reminds him too much of himself. It has him falling quiet, musing their mortality, the way they have lived their lives, the choices they had made.
"It's gonna happen one day. That still how you wanna go when you're eighty? And what about your- your ex and your little one?"
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