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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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He's adding "is Malcolm Bright a whole-ass vampire with psychic powers" to his mental journal to reflect on later. It's a place of honor. Nate also landed on that page for a while. More fun to play around with than open-and-shut calling it cold reading. ]
Is that how you tell a brother he's got a readable face? I already know I'm not a clown, but thank you for the compliment. [ Everything is a compliment if you decide it's a compliment. He shrugs. ] It's a little bit of both, though. So, cool town to get stuck in. We got everything. Grime, dust, cramped stores, all wrapped up in a buncha nature, and maybe haunted.
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[Malcolm considers him.]
Where are you staying? The boarding house?
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Yeah. Boarding house seemed like the place to be. [ It had the people, the cleaner digs, and the less amount of thought required in that bleak Eliot-is-dead mental landscape. Convenience doesn't hurt.
He squints at a tiny screwdriver. ] I might hit the real estate market, though. Spread my wings. Get that private bathroom that I'm used to.
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By yourself? Just... if you’ve made some friends here, you should probably live with someone who’ll notice if you disappear or... get mauled by invisible monsters. That sort of thing.
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Setting that much off to the side for later, though, taking the whole of the suggestion into account, he manages. It softens his expression out a little, adds fresh warmth when he grins. There are a lot of angles to come at general concern for a stranger from, and that's as valid as any other. Straightforward, even. ]
I've been keeping it genre-savvy, Malcom. Don't even trip. [ He goes ahead and pockets the screwdriver. ] And here I thought neighborhood watches were dead.
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Seems like every time someone gives him their timeframe, it's longer than the last person. Not ideal. Slasher flick murder trauma town. He capped out on some of that processing yesterday. ]
So I'm hearing it's a good thing I'm a team player. I mean, my skills don't really lean into going rustic or magically preventing massacres, but... I dunno, I'm gonna be out here trying to contribute. Have people's backs. Wishin' for a cell tower.
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Then welcome to Mathias. Don’t worry about the magic thing; people who do have magic can’t even use it properly. But if you ever need help with anything, I live at 1306 Philips Drive. I don’t know if you’ve met the cowboys yet, but they’ve been here as long as anyone I’ve met - about a week longer than me - and they’ve been helping people from the start. If you run into one of them in a bad situation, you can trust them. But everyone at 1306 is willing to help how they can.
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Cowboy-cowboys or "dudes from Texas who own landscaping companies" cowboys? [ He brings a hand back up to point at Malcolm, a little playful. It's wild how his life is at a point where this is a viable question to ask, to say nothing for the people-having-magic of it all. ] Be honest. You know one's cooler than the other.
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[ He's both petty enough and happy to have fun with a conversation enough to arbitrarily draw that line.
Besides, dentist-slash-gunslinger is still a big part gunslinger. ]
What about you? Not to lean into stereotypes, but I don't get that gunman vibe. Your art history's on point, though.
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[ Just going by how Eliot rolls: probably. He goes back to rooting around, pulling out a pair of sewing scissors that he's almost positive could give someone tetanus, and making a face at them. ]
Forensic psychology is cool. Not my bag, too many dead guys, but still cool. FBI's loss, NYPD's gain, am I right? [ There's worse things to be than a consultant to cops. In theory. ] I'm gonna go ahead and decide I'm right.
[ Confidence is at least a little bit about affirmation. He's prepared to affirm. ]
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Both, yeah. A lot of computer networking stuff, servers, security, whatever. Mostly my team needs something techy done and I figure out how to do it no matter how crazy it is. We're actually in consulting, too. Leverage International. Helping out the little guy against the big guy, uh. Robin Hood style. If you can't tell, I'm not the one who usually makes the pitch.
[ He winks before setting the tiny scissors off to the side for further consideration. He can probably learn to de-rust stuff. Plenty of time for it.
It would be nice in some ways for Parker or Nate to be here, dramatic speech about leverage and all, and awful in more ways. He misses them either way. ]
I also own a killer brewpub, but that's more like a side thing. Play around with making house brews, make sure payroll goes through, hook up the hottest sustainability equipment. Let my boy Eliot handle the kitchen.
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....Eliot Spencer?
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You meet him already?
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No. My housemate knows him, though. He mentioned him. They were cooking at the Gull during the food shortage.
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Eliot just doing a cooking hang with someone. He deserves some cooking hangs. ]
Sorry if your friend only mentioned it 'cause he Gordon Ramsay'd them all over the place.
[ To the Alec Hardisons whom it may concern: it's only a good apology if you sound sorry and not fondly entertained. ]
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I believe Neal invited him. So they could cook anything that was perishable. So it would last longer and could be distributed. They may have both been Gordon Ramseying.
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[ Which is either 2 Gordons or 2 talented people doing something that they are good at and enjoy, which is always a good show. ]
Y'know, putting aside how literally none of us should be here in the first place, I'll say it. I'm glad we got some people who can cook in the mix. There's a point in the horror movie lifestyle where a cereal baseline just can't cut it.
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[Which he never minded. Malcolm's food issues are vast and the cowboy palate never pushed his tolerance too hard. Neal made an effort to prepare food that Malcolm could stomach, though. Right from the start.]
But at least Doc always makes sure there's food of some kind in the pantry.
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[ He's not a nutritionist, but that lines up with his general knowledge of terms. Hardison digs out a tiny pair of pliers with a pleased ooh! It's the little things that keep a person going. ]
Not that I can judge, man. If Eliot's not cooking, I'll just heat up a Hot Pocket or order takeout or something. Cheese and chip sandwich, orange soda, get right back out there. Done and done.
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[Malcolm watched him delight in the discovery of the pliers.]
You know, if you’re looking to build things, we’d love a way to communicate. Like. Walkie-talkies.
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[ He shoots Malcom a lone, pliers-free finger gun. ]
Building, I do. Communications, I also do. I mean, any kind of comm, that's gonna be tricky work around here. Hard to get the parts together, set up a frequency, get good range on it. But it's worth working on. Like, the phone lines are solid. There's still places using 'em way out of the 90s for a reason, and I respect that. Dialing a house phone and hopefully getting an answer is still not what I wanna rely on to get help if Leatherface pops outta the woods and starts chasing me around. It just ain't right.
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