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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.
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"Made a deal with a witch. It wasn't my best moment." One he is unable to rectify anymore. A wish made cannot be unmade but at least he would try to do good for whatever the rest of his unnaturally long life had in store for him, as penance for his selfishness.
"The food had been replenishing, up until recently. It seems that has returned to what is normal for around here. Most everyone should be fine now. I'm just- stockpiling the surplus supplies, just in case." There's a lot of inexplicable phenomena to try to explain, given that she is a relatively new arrival. He's not sure how much she already knows. It would be unnecessary to rehash things she has already heard.
"Have you met anyone you are acquainted with here? Or anyone who's explained anything to you?"
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Still, she rolls with his story because it's not completely out of the realm of possibility. Makes sense why he's human with a wonky aura. "Well... this house's magic fridge must be on the fritz then, because the food hasn't been replenishing anything."
At his question, she shakes her head a little. "No, none of my mates are here." And that bothers her. "But I've spoken to a few people... Klaus, I think his name is? Tattoos on his palms. And some bloke named Neal who was cooking in the community center, he made me some food and explained how it was in short supply."
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"I suppose they will have given you the speech then." Or maybe they had not, considering they have had a hell of a time over the past few days. Maybe they were just trying to cope as best they could and she happened upon them. He can't be sure what she managed to get out of them.
"About the fog and the telephone and. Other strange things. Scratching. I will spare you the repetition of those details." He drops hints in case she wants further elaboration. "The offer to make lunch still stands, nonetheless. And of course, you may ask me anything you haven't yet gotten around to asking anyone."
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"Well, em... I could help you look for food in exchange." For a meal. "I like to earn my keep."
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As he makes his way through the house she had chosen he can't help but note that it's not exactly the nicest house on the street, even though his own expectations for somewhere livable is merely a sturdy roof that'll withstand some bad weather and being within walking distance of running water. It's not exactly squalor in here but the young lady could do much better for herself, honestly.
"Something about this house draw you to it?" he asks casually as he makes his way to the kitchen. There's no one else here it seems, so it can't have been not her choice or moving in with someone.
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Still, she did want to help and perhaps it was a way of understanding this place, meeting people by exploring it more. And there was something about this man that made her want to trust him.
It was probably the mustache.
At his question, she follows him listlessly. "I can't really afford to be fussy here, can I?" she jokes before she lets out a sigh and swings her arms back and forth in a gesture that belies her youth and restlessness. "Well, it's not the nicest house on the block is it? Less likely to be already taken or wanted. I'm not very keen on the idea of fighting to survive more than I have to."
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"There hasn't been any need to fight for anything," he points out. They've been fairly civil so far in their impromptu community setup. As he starts unpacking a few things out of his crate, he turns to look at her while he talks.
"If you like a different place you are free to move in. No one will try to forcefully evict you. Frankly if anyone tries, you can come to find me in 1306 Phillips Drive. I would have A Word with them." Usually that means shooting someone in the face but Doc might actually try to be civil this time.
"You do not have to go at it alone either, if you find suitable company to live with."
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"When you live in a house with three brothers, you're used to fighting," she says sheepishly but that's not the real reason she'd been cautious about a fight. She'd seen the world in desperate situations, the devil had shown her, she knew what it could drive people to do and she wasn't fit to fight too hard in her current state. Half alive, half... ghost?
"Well, em, I suppose I'll give it a thought." She eyes what he's pulling out and slips past him to pull out a few things, a can opener and a pot, namely, holding them up in offering.
"I don't know anyone here yet and I keep foolishly hoping he'll send my mates here too." But the devil wouldn't do that. That was the point of this, wasn't it? To break her down until she gave up and gave in to his demand that she stand by and let the world burn without helping it? "Though I suppose this is what Hell could be like, right? Cold, boring as all get out and lacking food. Oh and monsters or whatever's been going on."
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"This isn't hell," he says with a straight face and slightly raised eyebrows. "We have water and shelter readily available here. Food, most of the time. You and I know of far worse suffering." Rolling his sleeves up, he rinses the pot out and brings it to the stove to heat up.
"You wouldn't want anyone you know to be stuck here with you, nonetheless." This much he can promise here. It may not be hell but it's not been a walk in the park either. "It has not been safe, not because of the other people in this town, but. Things happen, especially at night. Awful things. I wouldn't advise you to lower your guard or even spend too much time outdoors after dark."