villagelogs | 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"

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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"What? No. No, Jackson's...it's not like that."

She picks at some imagined snag on a nail for a moment, avoiding this entire conversation without avoiding it. She could get up, leave, tell him to can it, to go away, whatever. She doesn't do any of those things, though.

"Someone came and...took us all by surprise. She was gunning for him."

And what he did to get there doesn't matter, isn't important. She knows. She knows why Abby killed Joel and she knows it's because of her. If she'd have died in that hospital like she was supposed to then things would be different.

Joel would be alive. And that's a selfish, unfair thing, to think her death would have been something he'd have wanted to survive. She is so much like him in the end, isn't she? She's never sure what to do with those realisations.

She finally looks up, back at Neal, steady.

"So now I'm gunning for her," she says and doesn't falter.

His stomach drops a little at that look on her face. He believes, without a doubt, that Ellie will kill the person who killed her... friend doesn't seem like a strong enough word, for whatever he was to her. Neal remembers being face-to-face with Fowler, that gun pressed against his palm, the chance for revenge five feet in front of him. He remembers the tremor of his finger on the trigger, and the weight of it when he let his arm drop.

He's still not sure sometimes if that moment made him a good man or a coward.

For a moment all he can do is meet Ellie's eyes, the uncertainty clear in his own. It's so hard to imagine a world as cold as hers must be. He can't judge her for wanting to kill the person who took her most important person from her. He's been there, after all, even if he didn't follow through.

He asks her what he hadn't asked himself, then. "What happens after?"

No don't do it, no that's wrong, no platitudes or pleas. He just wants to know if she's planned for an after, or if the blood is all that matters to her right now.

She tilts her head to the side a bit, considering that question. There's never an after in her head, is there? After means going back to Jackson and Dina has a baby and maybe the gaping wound inside her will become less. Maybe it won't. She has no idea. She's aware on some level that killing Abby can't make up for Joel never being there again, but that's never been enough to stop her.

She's not sure what Neal thinks, not of her and her bloody revenge or any of it. There's that uncertainty. Neal doesn't strike her as a killer (though you never quite know, do you?). But he doesn't immediately condemn her, at least not out loud. Malcolm hadn't either.

So she shrugs.

"I don't know. I don’t know if there is an after." She has no idea if she lives through this encounter. She doesn't plan to die, of course. She has to keep Dina safe and all. But there's a very real possibility she won't. She's never dared bring that up with Dina.

"I don't care, though. I can't let her live, not after that. Coming to our home." She knows why Abby killed Joel and it doesn't fucking matter. How many people have to die because Ellie herself lived? It's too much. But those WLF assholes are just getting what's coming to them. "She should have killed me too. Her mistake, I guess."

She doesn't – she can't – tell Neal she was there, that she saw it, that she couldn't save him and she can't get over that. The words just stick inside her with the things she can't stop seeing. Well, good enough. She told him what he wanted to know, right?

Something in him yawns open into darkness when she says she should have killed me too.

She doesn't need to tell Neal she was there. That she couldn't stop it from happening. It's in what she does and doesn't say. It's in the rage over this other person coming into their home, in the way she says not after that. He aches for her, in a way he can't articulate and probably wouldn't be welcome if he could.

"You have a chance to think about the after, here," he says softly. "This place is awful, yeah, but it does give us plenty of time to think."

A crooked smile. "Sometimes too much."

She makes a sound that never quite transitions from scoff into laugh. "If there's even an after Mathias, you mean," she says. She's lived her whole life on borrowed time, it feels like, and Mathias really hammers that home. There's too much death and shit here, too. Also it's absolutely the weirdest experience.

"I wasn't alone in Seattle," she says. "So...whatever after is, I hope that my friends live to see it. I hope they went home after I disappeared. God, they must think I'm dead. That's what I'd think in their place."

After all of that, for Dina and Jesse and Tommy to think Abby and her fucking bullshit WLF people killed Ellie too? That seems cruel, too. She just hopes they were convinced to go home and not to come looking for her. That's a hard thought, and this isn't the first time she's had it – far from it.

"You probably got, like, a whole family and whatever," she says. He seems the type. She's just bullshitting him, though, because she has too many raw nerves exposed here and it's a lot.

Neal opens his mouth to redirect. To bring the conversation back around to Ellie, to ask her what her friends names are, what the name of the person she lost is, but he can't make himself do it.

She's a kid. No matter what she's been through or what she wants to do, no matter how old her world has made her already. She's still a kid, and she doesn't deserve to be manipulated.

"I don't, actually." He leans back in his chair until the front legs lift off the ground for a moment, then lets it thump back to the floor. "I'd like to, someday. But for now it's just me. My dad left when I was two and I haven't seen my mom since I was eighteen."

She's almost sorry about his answer, but...not quite. She isn't lashing out at him or anything, but it's hard to be sorry for something being uncomfortable after all of that. Well, there it is anyway. Now he knows. And Malcolm knows. And neither of them tried to talk her out of it. That does matter to her, though she's not about to say something like hey, so thanks for not talking me out of this bullshit.

"I hope you can someday," she says, instead of whatever scathing or flippant remark comes to mind first. She likes Neal, really. She's not sure what to do with the parents comment, since she never knew hers either. She's not even sure who her dad was. Doesn't matter now.

"I think I should...pack it in, you know? Call it a day." That's enough rehashing the past for now. Or forever.

He smiles and gives her a little nod. "Sounds like a good idea."

Neal almost leaves it at that. Lets her leave without further comment.

"Ellie," he calls out softly as she starts to move toward the door. "Thank you. For trusting me. I know how hard that is."

Ellie wants to just keep walking and pretend she didn't hear that so she doesn't have to deal with it. But in the end, that's just not the kind of person she is. So she stops and looks back at him.

"Yeah, well. Don't let it go to your head or whatever," she says with half a forced smile. It's good enough. She likes Neal, of course. It's weird how this terrible other world kidnapping experience has made her remember how people can be good to each other. Whether that matters or not, she hasn't quite decided.

"See you around."

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