villagelogs | 059-061 » the place where you stop the story

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.

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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“I don’t do that.”

He knows what pity feels like in a wound so deep it will never close. He never offers it.

“My father’s fault.”

Why? What did your father do?

“Death. Lots of death.”

"He was a soldier? A warlord?" She asks this with complete seriousness; she has no idea what kind of world he's from, and where she's from, warlords are common enough.

“He was a healer. He made death for pleasure,” Malcolm tells her grimly.

Well, that's bizarre. Clearly he should have quit his healing job and run off to be a warlord.

"Did he try killing you?"

“He should have,” Malcolm says darkly.

Well, that's an interesting response. Callisto likes people with strange, morbid, unhealthy thoughts about death - she's one of them herself, after all.

"Because then your pain and suffering would be over?"

“No. His. I told the... guard what he did,” he finally settled on, trying to find a word for police. “They took to prison. He will stay for his whole life there.”

"Do you feel guilty? Do you regret it?"

“Never.”

"Then why didn't you kill him yourself and be done with it?"

“I am not my father. He kills. I stop killers.”

"You really expect me to believe you've done that without taking a life yourself?"

“I’ve never taken a life.”

"What have you done, then? Had others do your dirty work for you? Imprisoned killers? That doesn't work, you know. Killing us is the only way to stop us."

“They don’t kill anyone in prison. Maybe other killers. My father is in prison for 20 years yet.”

"He'll break out, and then he'll come to seek his revenge." She says this authoritatively - it's what she'd done, after all. "It's only a matter of time."

“He will never get out of that place. He is... trapped to a wall all the time. In a cage. I see him there.”

"So was I. Here, and here, and here--" She touches her wrists, her ankles, her neck, and her forehead, miming straps stretched around all of them, holding her in place.

"All the time. I still escaped."

He looks intrigued. “How?”

"The guard came in to beat me," she says matter-of-factly. It hadn't exactly been a fun time, but it had been worth it in the end: she'd been able to get her revenge and then some, and it doesn't even rate in the top five of grievances she has against life, so it doesn't even warrant an annoyed tone.

"While he was standing close, I stole his knife. Then I cut myself free later, and slaughtered them all."

“They don’t... beat him. The guards are very careful. He’s danger.”

"I am danger," she snaps. "And they knew it. My danger didn't stop my guards from letting their stupid pride get the better of them, and your father's danger won't stop his guards from letting theirs get the better of them, either. You'll see."

“I see him there. I won’t permission that.”

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