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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- alec hardison (leverage),
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- eliot spencer (leverage),
- john carter (er),
- raylan givens (justified),
- ~ bucky barnes (marvel live action),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ neal caffrey (white collar),
- ~ tony stark (marvel live action),
- ~ will graham (hannibal)
037-040 » the reason for time
WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias
WHEN: Day 037-040
WHAT: The dead return and the living wake to changes within Mathias Township.
WARNINGS: Some explicit sexual content in threads. (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Kammarheit "Sleep after Toyle, Port after Stormie Seas"
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WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias
WHEN: Day 037-040
WHAT: The dead return and the living wake to changes within Mathias Township.
WARNINGS: Some explicit sexual content in threads. (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Kammarheit "Sleep after Toyle, Port after Stormie Seas"
DAY 037
THE DEAD RETURN“The only reason for time is so that everything
doesn't happen at once.” —Albert Einstein
The dead return to Mathias forever changed by their experiences. Waking along the beach, near the tree line, or among the graves, they will find that their bodies are not as they remember them. They are whole again and not torn to shreds by the shadow creatures that cannot be described, but they are also not as they were before the Hunt. These residents will find, so strangely, that their bodies are in the physical state in which they first arrived in Mathias — any injuries or recovery they have made since their initial arrival no longer exists, as if their time in Mathias has simply been a horrible nightmare. Except they all now carry a last reminder of the Hunt with them: spiderweb-thin healed scars marking their injuries from the Hunt. Those who were injured by fire in the other realm also carry those burns with them.
The dead are not the only things that have returned to Mathias. Inexplicably, fall is back, with the temperature finally reaching above freezing and snow falling from trees to reveal beautiful autumnal colors. As the sun rises higher in the lightly cloudy sky and the day warms, the snow begins rapidly melting, puddles growing in the slowly revealed grass and little rivers forming in the streets. And with that snow comes the frozen blood from the deaths to the Hunt, tinting the street river on Phillips Drive a sickening shade of red.
Another oddity that residents will notice: houses with broken windows from the encounter with the fog on Day 015 have now been completely repaired, though any boards put in place are still there somehow. A small bit of good news, at least? And truly, how kind of Mathias to clean up its own mess.
Finally, alcohol is back. Enjoy in moderation, friends, for more will not be arriving the following morning.THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the beach near The Grey Gull. It's quite chilly out with their wet clothes, but surely there's something to help warm them inside the restaurant. Indeed, their timing is perfect, for alcohol has finally returned to Mathias Township — and not just the cowboys' homemade moonshine.DAY 038-039
THE CHANGE OF SEASON
The continued warm weather proves that the unseasonable shift of the previous day was not merely a fluke. Once again, the sun rises and brings with it a temperature that feels almost spring-like, save for the fact that each day there seem to be more and more leaves on the trees in hues of red and orange. For those who have been in Mathias for some time, this new type of weird may be almost normal at this point, but newer arrivals will likely find it quite odd.
The gently trickling river running along Phillips Drive is still somewhat pink in color as the snow continues to melt and refreeze each night. By Day 040, the bloody snow will finally be gone completely, though the relief will be... short-lived.
DAY 040
THE BLINDING WHITE
In the late morning of Day 040, when the sun is visible through patchy greyish clouds, the fog sweeps into town like a like a tidal wave. It moves in quickly and without warning, not from the waterfront but the forest, cascading through every street in a thick wave of white. Rather than a soft blanket enveloping the town, it is a heavy weight pressing down, blotting out the sky in a way that almost feels suffocating, for none can see further than their outstretch hand.
Those outside when it rolls in are left wandering blind, stumbling toward shelter as you're unable to even see your feet beneath you, let alone any obstacles in your path. Perhaps you call out for help, hoping for another voice to guide you toward shelter or simply another living soul. Or perhaps you were lucky enough to already be inside when the fog descended, quickly closing doors and windows to keep it from creeping in.
Unlike the last time the fog swept into the town, residents who encounter it are not immediately killed. Instead, they are simply disoriented, possibly losing their sense of time and place, and it is only after prolonged exposure that they will begin to feel off. A sense of being ill will cling to them if they are in the fog for too long, including dizziness, lightheadedness, or nausea — the time it takes to manifest varies from person to person, as does the duration it will last after leaving the fog.
By nightfall, the fog still has not dissipated.
— THE WEATHER conditions are fairly typical for late fall: chilly "sweater weather" days and nights that can dip just below freezing. You don't want to be outside without a coat, but it won't kill anyone if they bundle up. Probably.
— THE FOG remains blocking the paths in the forest beginning a few dozen yards past the treeline, urging residents to stay huddled within the town proper, and it also now blocks the western section of town, beginning just past Hill Lane, before where residents know the chasm in the earth to be between Hill and Stine Road. Venturing into the fog blocking these areas is ill-advised.
— DISAPPEARANCES continue. Castiel and Sam Winchester have vanished, and Dean Winchester has not returned with the others after his death during the Hunt.
— THE GRAVEYARD has now seen around a dozen burials, both below and above ground. With the weather warming, though, something may need to be done about the handful of temporary graves aboveground...
— ALCOHOL has returned to Mathias! A small stock of beer and cheap wine may be found at the General Store, and some homes may have a small store of alcohol in the fridge or pantry. The Grey Gull has also been restocked with its lower-end offerings of a variety of alcohol types. Alcohol does not replenish in the same way as food.
— THE GREY GULL has been cleaned up and stocked with moonshine. Along with the newly restocked usual offerings, the place almost seems like an actual bar again.
— THE GENERAL STORE is in a bit of a state following the brutal slaughter of two residents during the Hunt. Cleanup on aisle 3, anyone?
— FOOD is now being mysteriously restocked as per usual, including inside homes and at the General Store. Alcohol is not being restocked. Use those rationing skills, friends.
— REWARD REDEPEMPTION is back and will soon have a new option for anyone looking to spend big AP and learn a bit more of the lore of the town.
— MADNESSES due to the Hunt have been earned by Klaus Hargreeves, Ellie, and Malcolm Bright and may now be claimed. Players may also claim additional sanity loss from the aftermath of the Hunt; only losses from the Hunt itself have been deducted from totals thus far.
— SANITY REGAIN is now available! Players will submit a form with some details of the progress their character has made and the mod will review and decide on the numbers of points that will be regained.
— MOD STATUS The usual reminder that it's mostly just Amy steering this ship for now, so things will probably be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pinging me if you're stuck waiting for something.
Day 037
His cheek feels cool, pressed against the ground, the earthy smell of fresh dirt; these are the first things he notices when he slowly begins to come to.
He expects the world to bathed in blood-red light, like before, but it’s not. That’s the first calming realization when he finally opens his eyes. This isn’t that place, and it’s a sigh of relief as he pushes himself to sit up.
All of those momentary good feelings flee in the face of crude grave markers coming into focus around him. A sour taste fills his mouth, his heart drops like lead into his stomach— it’s just like all those times he’s woken up in graveyards as a kid, and he half-expects to see Sir Reginald Hargreeves sitting in a chair not far from here exclaiming, "You won’t reach your full potential if you don’t try harder, Number Four."
There is no cold-hearted farce of a father to greet him, though. Instead, he notices a different, familiar silhouette not far in the distance.
“Five?” His voice is weak, comes out little more than a croak, but maybe his brother will hear him anyway.
II. Boarding House [Closed to boarding house residents]
After Five found him, Klaus just wanted to go to the closest thing he's got to "home" around here, so they headed back to the boarding house. He took a shower, changed into something more comfortable, and then he couldn't decide what to do with himself. Everything felt so... hollow. He felt empty, run-down in ways he hasn't been in a long time.
He makes his way downstairs to grab a cup of coffee in hopes he can warm up; the temperatures may be warmer, but Klaus is perpetually cold. He's restless, sitting in the kitchen for a bit before moving into the living room. He wanders the halls, sits on the stairs, and just can't seem to calm down. An unrelenting anxiety fueling the steps he takes.
Eventually, he finds his way back to the living room, curled into one corner of the couch, watching the flames in the fireplace in a sort of zoned-out stare.
II
Things have been more lowkey since this morning, but it's not doing much apart from giving his brain some breathing room to circle back to how messed up everything is. But that kind of seems like what literally everyone is doing, so. So, he doesn't know what. It's still messed up.
He's valiantly attempting to give Eliot some breathing room for his own brand of processing. There are a lot of ways Eliot and Parker are alike. One of those ways is that they routinely need space. Not a personal slight. Just the way they're built.
Not being built that way himself, and, okay, no longer being quite so emotionally devastated down to the molecular level that he's on autopilot, Hardison circles back to the boarding house. A place where people probably usually are. The ideal.
He sort of can't not wind up sitting himself on the other end of the couch that Klaus winds up on.
Not so much for the sparkling social air hovering around it as it is the sight of someone sitting all alone and looking miserable. His experience is, people who know for sure that they wanna be completely alone will go ahead and do that. Everything else is an invitation that simply may or may not be extended to him.
He fits, therefore he sits.
"Anything good on?"
Gently offered: yes. Funny? Debatable.
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"You, uh- you must be new." He doesn't recognize him, and Klaus thinks he's at least seen, if not outright met, just about everyone here. People are showing up all the time, so it's an easy leap to make, all considered.
Plus, who knew what happened while he was gone? One day is all it takes to tilt the world on its axis around here.
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The 90s tech is a throwback. The settling in is like its own weird little throwback to getting moved to a different foster home, one that already had some longer-term kids around. Childhood but make it creepy and deadly and everyone is skittish.
"Yeah, I showed up yesterday. So if this is the Do Not Disturb couch, I'll move, it's no problem, but." A shrug. "Maybe you guys should have put up a sign. Just sayin'."
Hardison is moderately sure there's no such thing as Do Not Disturb couches. Appealing for firm boundaries, though.
"Alec Hardison. Sucks to be here, good to meet you."
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"I don't think we have a Do Not Disturb couch," he admits, amused. And god, isn't that better than everything else?
He nods, scoffing in amused disbelief, "Yeah... it does, but hey." he offers a hand in extension for a shake. "I'm Klaus. I've...been here, uhm-" he stops and tries to think about it. "I- I don't know. It's hard to keep up. Three weeks? Mmmaybe a month, by now." Five probably knew. He was the Time Keeper, after all, surely he knew exactly how long each person that had arrived had been here.
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"Don't worry about it, Klaus. At least not any extra on my account." Worry as much as necessary otherwise. That's valid.
Hardison sits back and makes himself comfortable now that it looks like getting shooed off is not on the menu. "If they can't even give a man the dignity of a free Ninja Turtles wall calendar, what's he supposed to do? Etch days onto his slate tablet down at the schoolhouse? Nah. We got other business to deal with."
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He shrugs and shifts, twisting so he's at least facing the other man, legs folded underneath him in some approximation of a lotus style.
At first, it's just a half-abandoned smile that he earns, but by the end of that little mini-rant, Alec earns himself a whole huff of laughter. "Can't you see I'm trying to be a sad sack right now? Don't make me laugh." he idly grabs the throw pillow behind him and tosses it at the other man, as if to make his point even further.
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"Wh- can I control the fact that I'm funny and you happened to be in range?"
It's not redirecting military resources to track them and swoop in to send everyone home through the stargate or whatever, but he'd probably put it at about equal importance. Hardison: 1 sort of laugh. Trauma town: about a billion traumas. He's still calling it a win. Enough of one to soften out his tone.
"You were by yourself and you looked sad, man. I dunno, fixing the first thing usually helps some with the second for me."
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"Well... I appreciate it. You didn't exactly have to do that." He smiles a little, fidgeting idly with his own fingers.
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So obviously it would be a real crapshoot if there were rules in play. Obviously.
"It's not a problem. I mean it. Everyone's in it together out here." And if they're not, they are now, because he has decided it. But he's pretty sure so far that that's how people think about it, for the most part. "You got stuff you need to talk about, I've got your back. If it's better not to talk about it, I could set us up with some B movie VHS tape or something. Old-school, but I'm pretty sure I remember how to mess with the tracking."
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"Yeah, yeah, I know," he nods a little. "And we are, you know. We- all kind of help each other out and whatever, but..." He shrugs and spreads his hands in a wide shrug before dropping his hands back into his lap. "it's just not something I'm used to." He's more used to being the family fuck up.
"Right now, I'm definitely gonna opt for the second one," he nods. Talking about this isn't really something he's planning on doing any time time, actually. "I think I'm one of the only people here there isn't totally weirded out by the technology."
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"I feel you."
He's only been here for a couple of days and it's the most messed up thing he's ever had to deal with. Even if it doesn't come out to a ton of help at the end of the day, he doesn't really see a road that doesn't end in him trying. Everyone should at least have someone willing to try. Which is a fancy way to narrate that this man has basically imprinted, but nonetheless.
And frankly, even putting all that aside, a movie buddy never hurts.
"For real?" Color him fascinated. Maybe morbidly so, but fascinated. "Like it was still the nineties back home, or that's just how you guys roll?"
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"But okay, so...right before I showed up here," he points toward the floor, hands bouncing a bit before settling again. "it was 1963. But before that," he swings his hands to the left, index finger out on each hand. "and my proper time is 2019. But, like," and more vague circular hand waving motions are happening. He doesn't stop doing this, sorry, man. "I dunno. VCRs and record players and payphones were still in common use, you know?"
By Hardison's standards, though? Yeah. The tech in Klaus' home world, and proper timeline, was stuck largely in the 90s.
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He bets Parker would get the full picture. Angles are her whole thing. Plus she believes in time travel already without needing a spooky hell town to lay out the impossible-things groundwork.
A world that can do time travel and hangs technically 7 years in the future from home, but still mostly does VCRs? Whew, and miss him with that traveling into the 60s bit. Doctor Who is all fine and good, but he's got survival instincts.
Perhaps the greatest shame is that he can't even properly show Klaus the cool tech stuff that he's missing. Some of which would definitely be illegal to know and/or make use of.
But time travel would also be super illegal on principle if it were happening, he feels like (and oh, he would know if it were something that was happening back home). Klaus would probably be cool about crimes. He seems like a cool with crimes dude.
"Vintage. Some people stick to stuff longer when it gets the job done instead of getting all space race about it, that's. That's cool." Can't relate. Sounds awful. On the other hand, hate to be rude to Klaus about things beyond his control.
Hardison pulls a face as he gets to his feet. There are mental gears turning, the precise natures of which he is not yet tracking. Absorbing new knowledge only to circle back around to it later on without warning, probably.
"Sooo maybe the Star Trek movie where they go back to the 80s to save the whales would be too on the nose? I can leave that one."
He's just gonna make Eliot watch it eventually, anyway.
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He snorts at that response. "It's killing you, isn't it?" Klaus has never cared much either way about technology, mostly because it wasn't like he had the money to upkeep anything. When he got kicked out of the Academy, his access to his 'allowance' was cut off and he was left to fend for himself at barely 18 years old.
Both brows arch up toward his hair as he watches the other man drag up to his feet. He's amused by this guy, he digs his energy. "Yeah, probably a little. I'm thinking comedy." Of any kind, honestly, he just wants something funny.
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That's a world judgement, not a personal judgement. Vitally different.
He does finger guns anyway.
"Don't go anywhere. Movie time is under strict no-takebacks laws."
There he goes... to bring back 'Spaceballs' and look extremely pleased with himself. There's no more natural Alec Hardison state than this.
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He lifts both hands in a pacifying gesture, “I promise, I’m not going anywhere.” But he grins the whole time. A goofy movie chill time is really just the kind of thing he needs right now.
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Considering his first two days here went above and beyond in their emotional gauntlet throwdowns, something low-stakes and familiar feels like it'll go a long way towards some non-heavy-thinking breathing room. And Hardison cherishes the value of that enough to look legitimately excited when he pops back in.
He holds up the generic movie rental place VHS case like a magical 90s talisman, as though it wasn't already super obvious that he was holding it.
"I got 'Spaceballs'." Look... actually, there's nothing to come after look. He's a big nerd, end of statement. "If you have a problem with Mel Brooks, better speak now or forever hold your peace."
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Namely to wonder if that's crime-adjacent enough for him to pat himself on the back for being right about Klaus being cool with crime. Probably. Man, he's good. Absolutely clocked it, hopes Klaus is okay, can't judge him morally for a host of reasons but maybe especially because he's known him ten minutes and doesn't know his life.
If he judges anyone as a hobby, it's still Nate on principle.
"I've seen it sober enough times to have it memorized, so between you and me we can kinda Voltron into a regular target audience member. I think you're gonna like it."
Sorry fireplace, cooler and funnier things to watch now. Have a nice night.
graveyard :c
It feels hopeless, in a way and it isn't an unfamiliar feeling. But maybe with it comes the important, and dangerous question of what is there left to lose?
But it's sometime in the overcast day, when Five makes another round to the beach, and beelines to the graveyard that he sees the familiar, lanky shape of someone too familiar.
His breath stutters, catches in his throat and he hates that the first feeling that hits him is panic. Pure and simple but he clenches his fists and as soon as the faintest sounds of Klaus' voice hit his ears, he blinks forward.
Distance covered in a span of seconds and he's at Klaus's side, crouching in front of him, hand settling on his calf and jaw set and eyes sharp and clear and dark. "Welcome back," he croaks out. All he manages to say at all.
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"Hey. Are- are you- I didn't see you. In the other place." His mind is moving a hundred miles a minute, and it makes it hard to focus on which part to put out in the world as words. That seems as good a place to start as any, though.
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"What place?" He asks stiffly. "What the hell are you on about?"
He hasn't spoken to anyone else who has returned - couldn't bring himself to actually give a shit. It was terrible to admit, but he knew it to be true. A sort of pragmatic callousness that comes with years of compartmentalizing and until he saw Klaus, he was fine with continuing to do so.
Of course, that part of coping was still there - breaking things into bite sized pieces and shoving them so far away into the corner of his mind until he would stop focusing on the parts that ached.
It worked less than he'd like in the face of Klaus' existence. And while his face twists with confusion, concern, it's in microexpressions. Suggestions of fractures because he can't crack. Not now, because it's not important. Never has been.
"Look, I'll get you out of here, okay?" in this case, he means the graveyard. He doesn't like it either, but he knows it bothers Klaus more. "Then we can talk. Alright?"
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But maybe that was the result of Five moving them, and not his own panic and fear trying to make him retch. He's not sure he'll ever get used to the feeling of it. He steadies his feet under him and blinks to clear his vision only to realize this isn't their Mathias-based home. He knows Five can't always control his powers as well here, so he doesn't comment on it.
Fatigue is catching up to him fast and he pushes a hand through his hair, sighing as his hand comes to rest on the back of his neck. He wanders through the corner store aisle and grabs the first thing he sees-- a gas station sized bag of chips that he opens. He shoves a chip in his mouth and pretends that's all he wants while he tries to sort out where to even start explaining everything to Five.