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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- ellie (the last of us),
- raylan givens (justified),
- ~ claire novak (supernatural),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ jill valentine (resident evil),
- ~ john constantine (dc live action),
- ~ kylo ren (star wars),
- ~ max guevara (dark angel),
- ~ number five (the umbrella academy),
- ~ phil coulson (marvel live action),
- ~ rey (star wars)
001-003 » a chilling mathias welcome
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"
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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.
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 8-5491Thomasen
1304 8-9256Lyrie
1306 8-4712Anders
1308 8-3201Mulcalley
1301 8-0415Sanderson
1303 8-6762Reese
1305 8-9132Evers
1307 8-9025Hirano
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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He couldn't stand in his own wet anymore and eyed the empty fireplace before eyeing the kitchen.
"Well if you find some big invisible fence, let the rest of us know," he said as he headed for the kitchen to start rummaging through drawers. "Only thing I know is we're in a place called Mathis Township. If that's any help to ya."
It wasn't to him.
The rattle in his hand said 'matches' but he still had nothing to burn... Until he saw the woodend kitchen chairs. Hefting one, he walked back into the main room.
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"Funny. Morbid, but funny," she commented on the pun, one eyebrow raised slightly. Well, she could appreciate some off beat, perhaps even black humour. Better than despair in the face of their fate, which they don't seem capable of deterring.
"I think the storm is our fence, for now. No idea if it'll ease up, but I'm itching for it to. I hate being stuck indoors without being able to try and figure this whole situation out."
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"If it doesn't, we got a whole different set of problems, bein' this close to the beach." He tossed the matches up onto the mantle and glanced over. "Sound warnin', if you need one."
The chair was hefted into a better position and Raylan slammed it on the ground, breaking off the back completely and fracturing the seat. It was good enough to start. He dropped the seat and squatted down to start picking up the wood.
"Got a name I can call ya?"
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"Sure. The name's Claire. What's yours? Or do you want me to just call you 'cowboy'?"
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"Raylan is fine," he answers as his busy hands continued, striking a match and cupping it forward to try and light the kindling. "You sound a lot more comfortable with this rain as fence thing," he said before cussing under his breath as the kindling refused to light. Not stupid enough to waste more matches just yet, he stood up and started looking around. A magazine, a book, anything.
"Mind if I ask why that is?"
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Claire shrugged a shoulder, finally moving away from the wall to help, fingers tapping on the spines of books on a nearby shelf to pick whichever seems most deserving of a fiery death.
"Ghots. Werewolves. Vampires. Chupacabras. Ghouls. Demons. Here, catch."
She waited for him to turn, then lobbed the book his way.
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Of course, that didn't say much to his opinion on it, but it wasn't looking good.
Instead of addressing it directly, Rayan knelt back down onto one knee and unapologetically tore out the last four or five pages from the back of the book. The fire was the one thing he could do that made sense without questioning.
"I hate to make it sound like that sounds like bullshit, but that sounds like bullshit. Cult stuff or somethin' I'd hear comin' down off the mountain. Maybe out of a Stephen King novel.."
But there was no way that someone was comin' out of a book, that was just as absurd.
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Claire pushed her wet hair out of her face, looking impatient and gesturing at their surroundings.
"None of this is normal. Do yourself a favour and accept that nothing in this world is too weird to not exist. There's books written about hackers, too, doesn't make them not real, right?"
To her, it was as simple as that. But then, her father had been possessed by an angel when she was just a child, and spirited away by said angel. Kinda forced her to grow up knowing there was little in the world that couldn't be real.
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"But you got no proof that it was the supernatural that brought us here. Least not beyond your experience. Mine tells me there's always a reason. Drugs or a kidnappin' gone wrong.. There are possibilities."
People coming after him was much more believable than all that.
"So my jury is out until proven otherwise. Unless you got a ghost or demon up your sleeve?" Raylan pushed to his feet, one hand gesturing out towards her with splayed fingers. "Look, I've read the bible, I've seen what people believe, met a 'psychic' and all. I ain't sayin' it's true or it's not, either way." He was just sayin' he wasn't sold on it yet. People were free to do and believe what they wanted. That included him.
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"Look, all I'm saying is... if this is something supernatural, and you need to have a moment to freak out about that... have that moment now, just in case. Better than having it when a ghost comes round to spook you, y'know?"
Her voice did lose some of its edge though - Claire still didn't believe for even a second that whatever was going on wasn't in some way supernatural - but she also had just enough self-awareness to know she couldn't bulldoze people who didn't have personal experience with this kind of stuff.
She could try and protect them, though.
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"And I ain't sayin' Ghosts ain't real, but there's a difference between bein' scared and bein' in lifethreatenin' trouble. What's Casper going to do, possess my hat?" He wasn't trying to be flippant, that's just kind of the way it came out. "Least everythin' else I could shoot.. If I had my gun."
Another issue and one he couldn't solve either way unless he got lucky.
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"You'd be surprised at the number of things you can shoot. Rock salt and a sawed off shotgun? Pretty damn useful against ghosts."
Not to kill them, of course. But it blasts them away for a little while at least.
"Not sure what a ghost could do with your hat, of course. Could do a number of nasty things to you either way, though."
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"I bet packin' those shells are fun," he replied with a passing note of dry sarcasm. Did they pack the shell or just pour it down the barrel? He wasn't going to ask. At least not right now. "If sittin' in peace is somethin' this place allows, one day you'll have to tell me about 'em."
If they didn't get swallowed up by the sea or something.
"Until then, I hope a brick or a bit of wood will do." He habitually came back to slide his hand over where the butt of his gun would have sat in his hip holster. He pointed at her poor man's club. "You got the right idea. I take it you've been in some shit before then."
Judging by the way she hefted it, not bearing the same kind of panicked adrenaline that someone who grabbed it out of desperation had. That was something.
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"Lots of shit. Let's just say I can hold my own."
She used to be scared. Now she knows she can decapitate vampires in one swing of a sharp blade. Kinda makes dealing with grabby fools in seedy bars easier from there. What's a drunk asshole compared to the things that go bump in the night, after all.
"What about you, Cowboy?"
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"Judgin' by your list of enemies, not the same kinda shit. My shit is.. mostly fugitives, mobs, petty shit kicker assholes, that sorta. The kinda people that cause ghosts, I'd imagine. The 'bad guys'." He plucked the star badge off his belt and showed it to her. "US Marshal's Service."
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"I have one of those. Fake, of course. Got one for the FBI, too. Necessity, really - don't get access to the people no one else believes otherwise."
She doesn't impersonate government officials out of a twisted sense of fun or anything. But it's an easy way to talk to people who got slashed up by something nasty that the real authorities would dismiss as just a feral animal, because they don't know any better.
"My adoptive mother's the sheriff where I'm from. She does my kinda shit, too, though. I'm not allowed to help with regular people stuff, though - she only lets me come with if it seems like non-human kinda shit."
Probably a good thing. If Claire had the chance to get her hands on some of the human scum that slinks around the world... she's not sure Jody could keep her out of trouble.
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Cute kid.
"Regular people can be their own kind of nasty and hauntin'. Plus all that nasty legal stuff in between, where intent gets lost in the shuffle." He was casual about all of it, now that he wasn't completely feeling like he was losing his mind. Affable even. Still, it meant something that a local would let someone Claire's age on any kind of serious ride.
"And what's 'your kinda shit' experience say about where we seem to have found ourselves?" Because it was clearly the hell outta his.
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Claire leaned back a little bit, chewing on her lower lip in thought.
"So before I came here, I went through a portal," she offered, watching him carefully to see when exactly she'd lose him. "To a different world. And then back through the portal. So... not sure this is 'my' normal world. Could have spat me out anywhere."
She moved closer to the fireplace then, eyes going a little distant as she ponders the options.
"Can't a be a jinn - they give you versions of happy places. This is crap, so... If this were just my normal world... Angels, maybe. Demons, witches. Doesn't match werewolves, vampires, ghouls... Place looks empty, doesn't mean it is empty. Could be ghosts here. Could be people were taken by demons and are playing a game with us here."
She looked back over to him then, gesturing vaguely.
"Demons can possess people. Never heard of something this large scale, though. And it would leave the question - why? So... sadly... I got no clue right now."
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"Been a bit since I read my bible, but evil doesn't need a reason. And while there's nothing here that strikes me as such directly, I suppose I could venture a toe onto suspending my disbelief."
Gins, angels, demons, witches - if nothing else, he was glad he'd read the bible. He didn't believe in any of that shit either but it gave him a lot of context for some of the people he met in the bubble of Harlan and the wide world.
"My kinda shit would suggest kidnapping. Like we're some kinda of science or psychological experiment. Course, we could both be wrong, and just be in Matrix."
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"The overrated original, or the shitty sequels?"
The bible though... yeah maybe she'd just skip over the whole... angel and demon business from back home. No need to chip at the poor guy's world view more.
"Think anyone could pull that off on such a large scale?"
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But it was more swallowable a theory than ghosts right now. A half decent stepping stone for only the second night, but not everything that would get him on his way.
"And no, I don't," he replied with a sigh. "Not with no one havin' the same experience gettin' here. So I'm back at square one with nothin'." All the tension of it was carried in his jaw, something he was trying to control and still somewhat failing at. It bothered him.
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Claire sighed. Square one indeed - she'd love to say she's moved past it, but... no dice. Not so far at least.
"Not gonna lie... I fucking hate that there's no one rolling up giving a big villain speech. Would love to punch something or someone in the dick for putting us here..."
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Squatting back down, Raylan poked at the fire before glancing over.
"But since it's not, we gotta get all the information we can, see what we can make of that. You found a place to hole up in or you plan on beatin' the storm with that leg some more." His smirk spread into a little smile; he wasn't giving her serious shit.
Sound like a good place to wrap up?
She laughed though - not excitedly lighthearted, but overall amused. Jutting her chin in the direction of the fireplace she pushed off the wall and walked closer.
"Got a house. Anders residence. I'll leech off your fire for a bit before heading back though, if you don't mind.
Sounds perfect!
"Least I can do, I think, considerin'." Considering she'd gotten him to come back. He didn't know if she saved his life but he didn't know much of anything right now and his gut said she just might've.