059-061 » the place where you stop the story

[villagemod]

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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[setthetone]

Knife.

[He puts his thumb and index finger closely together.]

Small.

[myfavoritemurder]

[Very small. She mouths the word knife, wrinkling her nose a little. It's not even good enough to carve a proper point into a tree branch - though she could use a branch as a staff, she supposes. That would be even more effective than trying to make a sword out of one.]

You fight?

[She asks, tapping the drawing of the fencing stick figure.]

[setthetone]

Me? Uh, not really. I fence?

[He draws something that resembles more of a broadsword and crosses that out, then draws a rapier in comparison and taps it before shifting into an en garde stance.]

That one. You know that one? Lighter. Faster.

[myfavoritemurder]

[Callisto is completely unfamiliar with fencing, but that certainly looks like swordplay to her, so she resolutely taps the paper again, then points to him.]

Yes. Fight.

[Own it, Carter.]

[setthetone]

Okay, okay, I guess. Fight.

[He does pride himself on his fencing skills.]

Small fight.

[myfavoritemurder]

Small fight.

[She agrees, amused. Then she spreads her arms as wide as they can go.]

And this?

[How does she declare herself to be the biggest, baddest fighter of them all, Carter?]

[setthetone]

[All right, that makes him laugh and he playfully mirrors her action.]

Big fight.

[He makes a stabbing motion, the pauses, wondering if he should encourage this. Oh well.]

The biggest fighter.

[myfavoritemurder]

[It makes her smile, at least! Though her smiles are more unsettling than properly joyful.]

Big and biggest, yes.

[She is, if nothing else, a good person to have fighting at your side - if you can get her on your side.]

[setthetone]

[Yeahh, that. That's something. His okay-that's-a-patient-you-shouldn't-turn-your-back-on sense is tingling a little but then again, their conversation has been friendly and interesting so far.]

That's good, really. We need big fighters. This place is dangerous. Lots of monsters.

[His hands come up and he makes a roaring sound while doing the universal gesture of teethy things that come at you.]

Bad monsters.

[myfavoritemurder]

In the woods?

[She's been warned, and while it hasn't stopped her from sleeping out there, near the treeline, she's kept an eye out.]

In the-- the--

[Not remembering the word for fog, she instead mimes squinting through it, walking slowly the way one does when they' can't see more than a foot or two in front of them.]

This.

[setthetone]

[Carter watches her, then nods.]

The fog. Yeah. I think so.

[He didn't actually see them materialize out of the fog but where else could they have come from and disappeared to? From day one the fog had been trouble.]

The fog is bad, too. Big bad.

[myfavoritemurder]

Do you fight the fog?

[If not, well. She's willing to have another go at it.]