001-003 » a chilling mathias welcome

[villagemod]

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: The east end of Mathias, along the waterfront.
WHEN: Days 001-003
WHAT: The newest residents of Mathias Township are welcomed with a storm.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: A small love letter from your mod. This spot can be used for plotting.

RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Mara"

DAY 001
THE ARRIVAL BEGINS

Is it the whooshing crash of waves on dark jagged rocks that wakes you? Perhaps. It might also be the near-continuous rumble of thunder growing closer every second, the vibrations almost seeming to come from the wet sand beneath your hands. Or maybe it’s the shivering of your own body as water recedes from the pebble-covered shore, the cold sinking into your very bones as a chilled wind picks up. It could be any of these things that rouse you from a deep slumber that leaves you feeling groggy and out of sorts--

But it’s the fear that gets you moving. A deep, intense terror grips your chest and squeezes the breath right out of you, and you know without a shred of doubt that you have mere minutes before whatever it is you’re so afraid of arrives on that stretch of rocky beach to greet you. Even if you want to stay rooted to that spot and faced it head-on, your body betrays you, a survival instinct etched into your genetic code forcing you to seek shelter.

Welcome to Mathias. You should probably run now.



THE STORM ARRIVES

When the storm crashes into the small township, it's hard to remember what life was like before it. The ocean becomes a raging thing, waves rising and falling as if trying to attack whatever they can reach along the coast. Any foolish enough to venture along the beach have no hope of surviving the encounter; their bodies will be swept out with the current, gone in the blink of an eye.

The wind is a howling beast, screaming between buildings and driving spikes of cold into any crevice it can reach. The rain is just shy of freezing, every drop like a shard of icicle trying to itself into your skin. It will bite at your nerves and leave you shaking if you stay out in it too long, so you had best get inside if you haven't already. You certainly don't want to attract the attention of the lightning that arcs in the sky like a vengeful god ready to unleash its wrath.

The Grey Gull restaurant sits at the edge of the town along the beach, and just a few yards away are two parallel rows of houses lining what might be a picturesque street if the world weren't beginning to resemble an apocalyptic landscape.

Move quickly, and choose wisely.

DAY 002
THE STORM RAGES ON

The storm has somehow become even more violent overnight. The world outside your shelter might be trapped in an endless night, for all you can see through the thick covering of storm clouds. Lightning continues to streak across the sky, thunder following almost immediately in its wake, threatening just how near those spikes of electricity truly are. You can see them touch the shore at times, even the street between the homes, but never the buildings themselves. A blessing, perhaps, or an oddity to take note of?

Some may be foolish enough to try venturing outside. They are welcome to, of course, that is their right, but the rain is still like ice and that lightning is so very near. You may try heading further into town, and you can certainly see buildings beyond this row of houses, but should you walk toward them...

Well. It is far from a pleasant experience. Exhaustion sinks into your bones so quickly that it leaves you reeling, and every second you push through it makes you physically ill with a feeling that you might collapse at any moment. The second you turn away from that path, however, you feel infinitely, and even more so each step back the way you came.

Something wants you to stay where you are. Perhaps you should.

DAY 003
THE CALM DESCENDS

The third day begins much as the second, with waves crashing upon the shore and thunder booming with such force that the ground seems to shake. It feels very much like the world might end right there, torn apart by a force of nature unlike any seen before. Any who venture outside at this time are almost immediately afflicted with a terror so intense that they can make it no more than a few yards or the short distance to cross a street before they become incapacitated by the fear that sets their heart beating dangerously fast. The term scared to death may very well become literal this day.

And then, suddenly it stops. The rain, thunder, lighting— all if it just stops and the silence that fills the night is deafening. There are no sounds of life within the town, no car motors or dogs barking or the voices of anyone beside those new arrivals in the immediate vicinity. In fact, none of those things even exist in Mathias. There are no cars, no animals or insects, no other people. There is just... emptiness and silence.

It may be best to wait until daylight to move further inland.



THE NIGHT DARKENS

For those who are foolish enough to leave the relative safety of the cluster of houses near the Grey Gull, they will find their journey quite chilling, in a very literal sense. There is another row of houses beyond where they had been, branching off on either side into a neighborhood. There are no lights on in any of these homes, though there are occasional streetlights illuminating their way. But as they continue further, reaching a third block of houses, those lights begin to dim, until they have gone out completely, and what had previously been a simple fall chill becomes biting cold as the temperature sharply drops.

In all of this, there is silence. No sounds travel through that night air to comfort them, and even looking up to the sky stretched out above them offers little reassurance. That sky is black, without a single star and not even the faintest outline of the moon to guide them. All that reaches them here is the barest hint of light traveling from the way they've come. The longer they linger outside in this place, the colder it will become, and any light they carry with them will slowly begin to dim as well.

Truly, they should have waited until the sun rose once more.

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LOCATIONS

THE GREY GULL is what one might expect of the most frequented restaurant in a small coastal town. The wrap-around porch is lined with white chairs characterized by peeling paint. Exposed wooden walls and worn seating speak to its many years of existence, and the mishmash of décor confirms that the owner never much cared for how the place looked. What mattered here was the food, and faded chalk menus advertise soup specials and a daily pie. The bar appears to have once been well-stocked, but all the bottles remaining are unfortunately empty. There is, however, quite a bit of food in the kitchen that is somehow as fresh as if it were purchased that day.

The second floor of the restaurant is a sparsely furnished apartment. There are no personal items to be found; perhaps it was waiting to be rented out to someone.

THE HOUSES are well-kept, middle-class homes, four lining either side of the street. Their doors are unlocked, windows unshuttered, and everything within feels like the owners might return at any second. There is running water and electricity, fresh food in the fridge, photographs on the wall... but also dust everywhere. If you didn't know better, you'd say the place had been abandoned for years, and yet nothing has aged. It is both strange and unsettling, and yet no matter how hard you search, no answers may be found within these homes.

What can be found within them, however, is a phone. One single black phone within a main room of the house, and beside it, a list of handwritten numbers and names that have been crossed out.

1302 8-5491 Thomasen
1304 8-9256 Lyrie
1306 8-4712 Anders
1308 8-3201 Mulcalley

1301 8-0415 Sanderson
1303 8-6762 Reese
1305 8-9132 Evers
1307 8-9025 Hirano

Should your character choose to shelter in one of the houses, you are welcome to choose the features of that particular unit. Please reply to the comment thread below with the details you decide upon, specifying the house number in the subject line.

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[hellblaze]

"Well, good thing I can cast it back to Hell if it starts neighing or something unworldly."

He tilted his head the other way this time. The egg checked out. Though, at the next question, John turned and started to rummage in the drawers he stood in front of. Well, not much luck, but he did find a spoon. "Dishwasher?"

He turned around and looked for said dishwasher. Hopefully they had one.

[tinstar]

Raylan scoffed a laugh as he rifled through some bain maries and came up empty handed. "We can find some oil for you to bless and set it on fire if we gotta, right?" He didn't know how anything worked and it didn't matter if he wasn't sold on it; a little levity made everything more tolerable.

But that bacon was starting to smell good.

Dishwasher. Raylan echoed the word as he straightened and looked around. "Maybe in the back? " He jutted his chin towards the door that John had been leaning against when he came in. "What's in there?"

[hellblaze]

John actually chuckled at that. "Usually to bless water, you've got to be a man of the cloth - faith even. Something yours truly is obviously not. Now, that doesn't stop us raiding a church in the future to see what they've got."

Not that he had any intention of using Holy Oil like that. No, it could prove to be far too valuable and something he might need depending on what was going on in this town. Something didn't sit right with him about good old little Mathias.

"Bits and bobs, namely looks like it'd be supply room. How the bloody hell does a kitchen not have a spatula?"

[tinstar]

"I went to church as a kid, unreliably. Don't suppose that counts." He didn't believe in god, not really, but he found himself in the habits of where he came from anyway.

"Maybe God is fuckin' with us," he sighed, though it came out a little rougher, jaw tensing. "I guess we're using the spoon," he said, reaching a hand out for it. "Ain't my grill to worry about fixin' so I guess that's the way it is. You find some plates, I'll make enough to at least get us through another few hours before somethin' breaks into the window to scare the hell outta us." Now that the bacon was starting to curl, Raylan flipped it with a loud rumble of his stomach. He didn't even really remember the last time he'd eaten - it sure as hell wasn't out in Harlan, so at least 14 hours.

[hellblaze]

"You may get a few more points than me. Surprised I haven't caught fire the moment I step foot into one."

John's view on faith and that is.. a little different than most. Oh, he knows God and Lucifer exist. He talks to angels and demons all the bloody time. It isn't the fact if they exist or believe in them or not. No, John Constantine's hang up on it all is disagreeing on the game plan. The fact that the Almighty will stand aside when evil is running amuck is what makes it where he'd never get on his knees and pray. Sure, ask for divine intervention every now and then. But, he's not the sort to count rosary or do stations of the cross. Not unless it's with a bit of mockery.

"This isn't the way He enjoys fucking with people." John says seriously with a tone of knowing. "Giving you vague answers and gestures? That's His way."

He smirked at the rumble. "Guessin' you didn't eat much before you showed up on the beach."

[tinstar]

"Propaganda, I say. Never much cared for God, myself," he argued in a friendly tone as he scraped up their eggs and pushed them around, deftly turning the bacon before digging into the fridge to get more. Two pieces of bacon and two eggs would not feed two men.

Faith had its uses, Raylan wouldn't argue that. It just wasn't for him; God hadn't done much for him.

"Nah, didn't get much chance. I was out in a different county, convincing a dumb redneck that he still had his kidneys. I'd been home all of twenty minutes before I got dropped into the ocean... Reading." The last word came with a little hesitation, like he'd selected it. "Some 14 or so hours, I think."

[hellblaze]

"Can't say I'm much of a fan myself." John agrees with a shrug. "Stopped at a bar myself and... quickly decided to leave. I don't think I've had a proper bite to eat in at least twelve hours. Cigarettes tend not to be on the food groups."

He turns then and opens the cabinets looking for some plates. John might be a walking disaster, but, he at least can have manners when he wants to.

[tinstar]

"Generally not, no. Then again, beer and Jim Beam don't have a home on the food pyramid anyway." The sizzle of new bacon was a welcome sound, bright and fresh on the hot seasoned steel.

"Whatever this is, and I still don't totally trust it, will have to have to do. Hate to see us all become the Donner Party. You not eat outta choice or bein' busy?"

/wraps this up

[hellblaze]

"All the good sins never make it." Then a sly grin. "Oh, don't worry, mate. I'll make sure to send us all to the Pearly Gates or Hell before we start eating each other."

Becoming a cannibal is not one of his top priorities.

John sets the plates down beside Raylan and dusts off one of the counters. Then, he hoists himself up to sit on it like a child. He grins a bit. It's an odd sort of comfortable to eat breakfast with someone who has nothing to do with his crazy life. Well, crazy life before Mathias anyways.