villagelogs | 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!

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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.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— 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?

OOC NOTES

— 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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Given the right circumstance (and a much needed shower - Sanitation first, kids!) that particular tease might have been a promise, but with Henry laid out under him, writhing and breathing so throatily, the Marshal was already onto other ideas. No, he liked seeing Henry like this. Last night he hadn't seen much of anything other than sheet and a piercing, almost violent need to pull something from Raylan, but this was lazier, still draped in the vulnerabilities of fresh sleep with nowhere to hide in the morning sun that filled the room.

The way he was being held was what kept him from pulling away towards the bathroom - he should have brought that shampoo back with him, or figured a way to lure Henry into the shower with him, and he breathed a half growled rumble of pleasure at the moan. Nosing his way up under Henry's jaw, Raylan echoed the nip and kiss play that he'd started all those nights ago in the tunnels, no longer being pointedly tender in the way he bit into Henry's neck as his hand pumped with a steady tightness between them. They were passing enough that it wasn't going to leave any marks, but promised a return of what Henry had given him last night. When they had the energy for that.

Raylan worked his way down to Henry's collar bone before shuddering another hum. "Let me up to the bathroom so I can get somethin' slick." Before his tunnel vision locked them here or either of them started to chafe.

"No," Henry protests, refusing to let Raylan go. There is a hint of a whine there, like he would give his petulant little sulk if Raylan were to try to slip away. Let them chafe. They've inflicted worse pains upon themselves. If Raylan is going to threaten Henry with a scarlet letter to wear on the side of his neck, he'd better spell out his first name, middle name, last name, and then 'Doc' as well for good measure before he can even think about leaving the bed.

"No," He says again, voice barely audible in amidst the sound of rustling sheets and heated skin on skin contact. "Stay with me. Just a little while longer." This isn't-- just about the sex. Henry says as much, cupping a hand under Raylan's jaw, foreheads touching. He'll be ready to let go in a minute. Just let him grip a fistful of Raylan's hair first, lower on the back of his head. Let them grind for a bit, and give their hands free rein to roam, and just breathe.

Slowly, slowly, he will let his hand fall away, down to one side, and then the other hand. Slowly, his legs will disentangle themselves and rest motionless and heavy on the bed. He could have easily persuaded Henry to follow him to the bathroom. Or anywhere else he wants to go. A simple 'come on' would have sufficed. But for now, when their eyes are back to hovering maybe half a foot away from each other, a steely blue gaze search that face wordlessly, eyes flitting from the worried lines on Raylan's forehead to his eyes to the tip of his nose and down to those lips. Is it-- okay, if this isn't just a one night stand? Is this okay?

Another shuddered breath was let go with that answer, a relief at not having to break away for even a second, a giving way of what was left of his focus or any plans about where this would go to whatever Henry wanted. His forehead bent to rest on Henry's shoulder, off hand gripping with his fingertip at his arm. They had hurt themselves worse that a little chafing and after last night, Raylan could turn that into something delicious.

Henry could have asked Raylan to pull down the moon right now and he would have tried, if it meant getting to steal a few more minutes of his affection. A few more minutes of this, of them together and touching like it wasn't something they had to hide outside. How was Raylan expected to even begin to argue with such a softly plead 'No'. Later, Raylan would examine how giving way to a night of passion had opened up a whole new range of feelings he hadn't thought likely back home. In the now though, he could only marvel at them being like this at all. This needy, openly shown freedom.

His hand hadn't slowed working them, though the strokes got a little more languid as Henry urges his head up, and there was no helping the soft curl that spread over his lips. He liked the fact that Henry didn't want to let him go, the fact that his hand tightens in Raylan's hair at even the suggestion of it. He liked the way Henry looked over him, the pinch of something Raylan knew wasn't easily fostered or given.

"'S long as you want," he promised, eyes moving over what he could see of Henry's face so close and a second later, he was kissing him, worries about anyone walking in lost back into a haze of attentive need. No, it wasn't just about the sex and Henry had been more than right in his earlier assessment of Raylan.

He did play for keeps, even when he didn't mean to.

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