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WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern Mathias
WHEN: Day 059-061
WHAT: Time returns to "normal" and Mathias grants a reprieve.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! The next log will be posted the weekend of May 15th May 22nd.

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DAY 059-061
A BRIEF REPRIEVE
“There is no real ending. It’s just
the place where you stop the story.”
— Frank Herbert
Residents awake to a peaceful morning with the sun shining and earth remaining still. There is no unsettling shaking to rouse them at dawn, and time has continued moving onward as they slept. Whatever state they were in the night before, they remain that way now, for good or for bad.

On the surface, there seems to be little lasting effect on the tiny town from that strange series of days, save for the memories of any traumatic experiences residents may have faced — but there are always consequences within Mathias. The perpetrators of acts against the town are tormented by nightmares of those acts being used against them, and those who did not raise a hand to stop those acts of destruction may yet face consequences of their own. For now, however, the unwilling townspeople should do their best to rest and recover from the disturbing ordeals of late, for this reprieve from the madness shall surely be shortlived.




THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the beach near The Grey Gull. It's a bit chilly out with their wet clothes, but surely there's something to help warm them inside the restaurant. They may even find some alcohol within — and not just the cowboys' homemade moonshine.

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CONDITIONS UPDATE

— THE HISTORY MUSEUM has not fared well with the return of "normal" time. The once esteemed wooden building is now a charred ruin, the recent fire leaving behind little of the contents within for study. The structure is unstable and it is not wise to venture into the ruins for long.

— THE WEATHER conditions remain fairly typical for early fall: warm days and cool nights. It feels almost like spring arriving except that there fewer red and orange leaves on the ground and more of them oddly returning to the trees and slowly fading to green. It's like watching one of those nature documentaries that have a timelapse of the seasons, only it's going in reverse.

— THE FOG has retreated from some areas!

— Residents may now wander the southern stretch of the forest surrounding Mathias Township — it is possible to leave the paths but potentially unwise to do so.
— The fog has also retreated farther into the western section of town, now stretching across town between Stine Road and Shelley Drive. This has revealed the Chasm in the earth that stretches from one side of town to the other between Stine and Hill Lane.
— Access to the northern section of the forest is still blocked beginning a few dozen yards past the treeline; this section of fog will urge residents to stay huddled within the town proper by inducing a physical reaction of panic and fear.

— DEATHS & DISAPPEARANCES continue! Max Guevara has vanished into the fog. Claire Novak's body can be spotted on Day 059 facedown at the bottom of the Chasm between Hill and Stine, near Phillips Drive; by the morning of Day 060, her body will be gone. (Attempts may be made to reach her body but will likely not end well for those involved. Such attempts should be reported under Exploration.)

— ALCOHOL is still in Mathias! Just barely. (Supply is running very low after recent town events.) 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 was also restocked with its lower-end offerings of a variety of alcohol types. (Alcohol does not replenish as food does.)

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[tinstar]

A decade by a year or more was enough to note the differences but with Tim it didn't matter. Tim was older than he had any right to be mentally and that got him a lot of ground. There was nothing for him to prove - he'd already proved everything he needed to by still being here, still fighting.

"You really think we can do that? That we can convince anyone else to overcome the instinct that sits in all of us?" He glared down at the ground for a second. "We could make a social push for it. Shit like that work here. Especially with our connections. But. If we could get enough of us to strap it down.." He looked back up.

"You've already suffered a death here. With all you got on your plate. You think you could do that? Suffer another one without givin' into the fear?" Because Raylan wasn't sure he could. The two he'd gone through was more than enough.

[walkingtrigger]

"Pollyanna I am not," Tim said and he deliberately kept his voice soft rather than allow the sharpness that usually edged his words to creep in. It was just he and Raylan here at the moment and Tim understood that Raylan could use a little softness outside the bedroom. "But it might be worth putting the suggestion out there. Give people the opportunity to mull it over. They might come around."

It would take time but honestly, time was something they seemed to have in abundance. Then Raylan asked that question and Tim pursed his lips, glancing around automatically to confirm there were no ears about.

"I've lived with the notion that each morning I wake up, I may be dead by the end of my day," first in the Army and now with the Marshal Service. "My dying doesn't bother me. I'm gonna have a harder time wrestling with the emotions of failing to keep you safe and sound." The first time Mathias killed Raylan in front of Tim? The town was going to be lucky to remain standing.

Tim sucked a tooth and turned to pick up his shovel. "Shit, I'm more scared of what will happen to you if Malcolm gets killed."

[tinstar]

"I think you'd look cute in pigtails," Raylan halfheartedly teased, trying to pull a little levity into it all, enough to buoy them out of the darkness for a half second before they inevitably got pulled back under. Raylan had never been a prisoner before and while he'd argued the idea in the early days of being here, they were past 3 months and the few blocks of space they got were prison enough.

He nodded. They'd start the whisper campaign. Soft power games weren't his favorite, but he could play them just as expertly as the rest of the social games demanded. As he listened to the rest of the answer, he realized how stupid a question it had been to pose to Tim, specifically. Mainly because they shared the same mind on it. Raylan would have answered much the same way if he'd been asked. He needed to get his shit together.

And then Tim goes and says that.

"Only calculated risks," he echoed the sentiment of the other night like it would remind them both of what they had promised. Grief was a terrible, heavy thing. "It's not the him gettin' killed part that is worrisome. If we come back, there's hope. If he doesn't.." If they were properly gone, then he would have to accept their death as just that.

Raylan shook his head and took a deep breath before following Tim's que and picking up his own shovel.

"Both my deaths, nothin' no one coulda done about them. Better to remember and deal with that now. We weren't doin' anythin' more than having a cup of coffee on the porch and shootin' the shit. A bit of sense on our neckhairs but nothin' outta the ordinary for a quiet night..." He hefted and slammed his shovel into the dirt to break it loose harder than strictly necessary. "Til it wasn't quiet anymore."

[walkingtrigger]

"I am adorable in pigtails," Tim shot right back without missing a beat. "There is photographic evidence." He had just come in from a long tour out in the field and gotten absolutely obliterated drunk the night before he went into the base barber. His hair had ended up in pigtails that night and some asshole took a picture.

Tim stayed deliberately quiet over the next bit. He knew how hard it was for men like them to talk about the things that lingered in the back of their minds at night. Not so much the death itself but the memories leading up to that moment; that period of quiet til it wasn't quiet. That was what could jam the mental gearshift into a hyper-vigilant state that became impossible to turn off.

"That usually the way of it?" Tim asked when Raylan hit a pause in his recollection. It was a neutral sort of question but one designed to encourage the other man to keep talking. To drag the trauma out into the sunlight where it couldn't twist so easily into a mental monster in the dark.

[tinstar]

Pics or it didn't happen? Raylan would love to see that picture, rib Tim for the story until he got it. Maybe he would, when they weren't talking about such heavy things.

"No," Raylan said quietly with a faint shake of his head. "Even the fog rolled in slow enough for us to make a choice about where we needed to be. They were locked in. We were locked out, couldn't break the windows or shoulder in the door.. We tried to get back inside, I swear we did but then the.. The fear of it was unnatural, sent us scramblin' out into the snow. Talkin' about ignorin' it.. There was no controllin' it. No mitigatin' it. That's not the fear that chases me but.. I can't help but relive it sometimes in my head. Like I coulda picked anything else up that might warn us next time."

As he spoke, he shoveled, taking out the impotent rage Mathis left in him on her earth.

"Nothing we can do to stop it from happenin' again, if she wants. Part of the reason I'm diggin'."

[walkingtrigger]

More like some asshole trying to get bribery material only to learn just how few fucks Tim gave about shit like that.

Something Tim had learned over the years and over the years of working with Raylan Givens, was that sometimes there just was no answer. There was nothing that could be said to make things right, or even provide the solace of some sort of closure. Everything the older marshal was talking about did place a weight of despair on the mind and Tim knew that what he was feeling was still mild compared to what Raylan was carrying around.

For awhile he let Raylan dig in silence, offering his quiet companionship and steady help with the project. When he broke the silence it was with a question that had nothing to do with Mathias and the shit they were currently in. They needed a breather or Raylan was going to wind himself so tight he'd snap; again.

"Did Dewey Crowe honestly believe he had four kidneys?"