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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[thering]

It's a lot, in general. Whether anyone believes it or not - he suspects they don't, but it doesn't really bother him one way or another - is another matter. He doesn't expect anyone to take anything anyone else here says at face value.

"Well I can't promise there aren't any mean folk around here. Might not appreciate a shotgun or fist to the face." Sometimes problems that you can pull the trigger at are much, much easier than having to deal with them with alternative means. That probably says a lot more about him than it does about the nature of their problems though.

"Maybe it is best to focus on what's in front of us, for now. Other peoples' baggage, it's--" He takes a deep breath and tries not to sigh it out. "It's messy business, sweetheart."

[enduresurvive]

Ellie might decide to believe him eventually. It's easy, she thinks, for someone to sit there and not really understand the infection and say they'd make it. But the part of her that still wants the world to not totally suck appreciates it even if it's not true, because it's hope. God, it feels like a million years since she had any hope.

"Chances are whoever brought us here, they're more than deserving of that shotgun. Just gotta find one first." Is she joking? It's hard to say.

She did finish most of her food, but she can't manage to eat anymore. Trauma and exhaustion fill her up so food can't. She hasn't eaten or slept like a real person since...god, how long has it been? Since Joel died, but the days have blurred and she's not sure how long it's been.

She shoves that out of her head as best she can.

"Yeah. Right. Focus on what's in front of us and how to get everyone home safe." Not that Ellie's home is safe, but that's not the point. Maybe nowhere is. But safe as in not dead is a start.

"Thanks, you know, for the meal and whatever, Henry."

[thering]

In his mind she is referring to some kind of chronic illness. A fungus could be something that grows on the skin or something inhaled that causes coughing and retching and the like. Just the mere thought of it is enough to make his stomach churn uneasily. If he never got any kind of respiratory flare-up ever again, it would still be too soon.

He is still not really picturing the perils of what she has been living with all this time and it is unlikely he will understand even if she tried to explain everything to him outright.

"Not at all, Miss Ellie. And I would not mind if you would like to have meals regularly." He does not actually need to eat - at least, he does still get hungry but he won't die from starvation - but it would be good to have a lunch buddy. It would force them both into adopting good food habits.

[enduresurvive]

Ellie can't explain it to him easily now, but maybe someday she'll give it a better go.

Her mouth quirks up at his suggestion.

"You offering to serve up some canned lunch every day? Yeah, I guess I could get in on that. I can...uh, make sandwiches as long as the ingredients hold out." She's not much of a cook, really. She can manage some other things but she's still too in her head to really think.

"Fuck, I should go back before that storm comes back."

[thering]

"Alright sweetheart." She might hate the pet names but it is a rather tough habit to break. She might have to smack him out of it.

"Next time, I can make us a simple beef and potato stew," he offers. It is not much, but they do not have to live out of cans if the restaurant continues to offer up a decent assortment of raw ingredients.

"I will call on you again, if it is alright by you."

[enduresurvive]

Ellie makes a show of rolling her eyes, because this is how she deals with overconcerned men like Henry. She's not really put out by that pet name.

"Really, just Ellie is fine. But...yeah, stew sounds great." She's not picky in the slightest, really, and stew is more than she's had in several weeks, what with travelling from Jackson to Seattle. But even before that, she'd just struggled. Grief is a terrible thing, and it gnaws at her so that hunger doesn't.

"I'm camped out at 1304 Phillips. I think it's Phillips? Anyway there's not that many places to go, right, so it's easy to find."

[thering]

"It is. I will find you there," he promises. With stew, or at least with ingredients to make stew. Maybe she would like to participate. He wouldn't mind showing her a thing or two. And maybe she can help him with cans, and the like.

"You take care now." Overconcerned maybe, but he does want to keep an eye on her in case they run into any trouble in this place.