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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 ofMay 15th May 22nd.
RECOMMENDED ♫ Nathan Johnson "Foul Play"
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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
RECOMMENDED ♫ Nathan Johnson "Foul Play"
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.
— 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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— MOD STATUS The usual reminder that it's just Amy steering this ship, so things will are going to be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pestering me if you're stuck waiting for something.
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Doc crouches down and narrows his eyes, maintaining eye contact while he straightens some of the shoes next to them. He's not really sure where to start to untangle that string of brainfarts.
"You bear an uncanny resemblance in face and stature to someone else here," Doc explains without outright apologising for threatening him. "This house is not abandoned. We offer moonshine and basic first aid to anyone who needs it." Though usually first aid isn't offered because the inhabitants of this house are threatening or enacting violence.
"Perhaps you would like to come in for some tea? Might be I have a spare pair of shoes for you."
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(Yeah, okay, he knows he was miles away from clear, calm, and articulate. But let him have this!)
And despite both giving and receiving the, uh, worst possible first impression one could get with another person, Jeff can't help but smile a little when the other man mentions that 'someone else.'
"You mean Raylan?" Judging by the tone of his voice, it's pretty safe to assume that Jeff thinks Raylan is both really cool and also a friend of his (whether Raylan's agreed to or is aware of said friendship or not).
Any lingering apprehension seems to vanish, and Jeff sits up a little straighter, perking up.
"Oh yeah, that sounds great! Thanks, uh, and... sorry again, about the... attempted shoe theft-- shit, oh wait--" Quickly-- and respectfully!-- he manages to get the shoe off his foot and place it with the others.
"I'm Jeff," he says, offering his hand. Just a casual handshake on a garage floor, totally normal.
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"Robbing a Marshal, he'd probably do worse to ya," Doc points out as he takes Jeff's hand, sort of mistakes it for a request for assistance to help him up and gives it a firm pull as he gets to his feet and hopefully helps Jeff up without it feeling like he's trying to rip his arm straight from its socket.
"The name is Henry. But most people call me Doc." The other names will come along later, probably. Doc gestures towards the kitchen as he walks back inside. The cowboy looks completely at odds with the very modern house, like an animated two hundred year old antique in an IKEA catalogue, but he seems to know where everything is in the kitchen so surely a part of him belongs in the house.
After throwing teabags into two mugs and putting the kettle on, Doc hunches over the countertop and tilts his head to one side, eyeing Jeff as he makes his way to the kitchen counter.
"Jeff... You are... the man in little miss Athena's telephone." He'd vaguely remembered being shown a photo of someone who looked like Raylan grinning like an idiot. But photos can look a little different from people in the flesh and he wasn't expecting this degree of resemblance.
Also, there was a lot of alcohol that night. Much of the details were fuzzy.
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And the cowboy goes by Doc. There's an excited 'like Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp and the O.K. Corral!' on the tip of his tongue, but Jeff (somehow) manages to keep it to himself, if only because he figures there'd be one of three possible scenarios that would follow. 1) He's a fan of the real Doc Holliday, and Jeff got the reference, and a good chuckle is had by all, 2) He has no idea who Doc Holliday is, and it's a total coincidence, and then Jeff would have to awkwardly explain why he said 'Like Doc Holliday!' and he's not sure if he should explain using the historical figure as a reference, or the Val Kilmer version, or 3) This is, somehow, actually the honest-to-god Doc Holliday and Jeff just did the embarrassing history nerd equivalent of chasing Bill Murray down a street while raving about Groundhog Day. (Unlikely, but he can't discount anything, considering the fact that he woke up in a ghost town and already met a twin from another reality.)
Besides, Jeff's on thin ice as it is. No need to potentially make it worse. He follows Doc into the house, looking around curiously, as if expecting something a little more Old West, which wouldn't have made much sense anyway, and yet...
"I'm..." Jeff blinks, the word telephone immediately sending his mind to landline phones, instead of smart phones, and it takes a second to click. "Oh! Yeah, that's me! I'm that Jeff." He smiles fondly. "So you know Athena, huh?"
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"I tried to get her to consider not going at it alone, but she's stubborn as a mule. Slow to trust, too. Least she's easier to find next door now. Easier to keep an eye out." Suddenly the cowboy who had threatened butter knife decapitation moments before is wearing this Furrowed Eyebrows, Troubled, Concerned Dad face like an offer of tea has abruptly morphed into some parent teacher evening.
"Where are you holed up? I would give you the same advice, son. This ain't a town you wanna be alone in." Especially seeing as he's so... Well. Doc's not one to say something unkind, but. Let's just say that the next time shit hits the fan in Mathias, his money isn't going to be on Jeff dying last.
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"Yeaaah... That sounds like Athena, all right," Jeff admits, fond, but noticeably more grounded now, with his own hint of Concerned Dad running through his expression. He can't exactly blame her, knowing what her baseline for adults was before her aunt took her in. Getting to know Lenore over the past year, he knows how difficult it was for her to gain Athena's trust-- how hard it was for both of them to adjust to life with each other.
And he's seen how far she's come. Opening up, learning to trust, letting herself shine bright like she deserves. And then that fucking asshole, that piece of shit Eagan, almost took it all away from her. But with time and support, consistency, stability, Athena was coming back and...
And fuck. Now this. Now she's here. He chews on his lip in worry, then looks over at Doc.
(Which, if he knew the man's assessment of him, he would find it... hurtful! Hurtful and totally, totally accurate.)
"Oh. Next door, actually. I mean. For now. I don't know how long they-- you know, Raylan? Tim?-- I don't wanna overstay my welcome." But! More importantly, he changes the subject away from himself at the first possible opportunity: "So Athena, she was trying to go at it alone for a while there?"
It's a question, but... not. He can take a guess at how old habits would quickly resurface when faced with a terrifying, unfamiliar place after only just finding some fragile sense of stability.
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Not to mention, badgering people with questions is a surefire way to get them to clam right up. Doc deploys kindness and brings various gifts to get people to open up to him. His own reluctance to fill all his waking hours with the sound of his own voice enables people to fill his silence with their words.
And, honestly, there are a lot of people on Doc's mind. This town is more than the sum of people living on Phillips Drive. If he tried to get involved with every single one he would have burnt out and crumbled under the weight of his self-imposed burdens by now.
Funny, how Raylan moved next door to get away from the crowd here, and now he's amassed his own crowd over there. Maybe he needs to face up to the truth that the crowd doesn't mysteriously arrive at his doorstep overnight, and his herding tendencies might be more of the very problem he's trying to escape from. Or maybe he'll need to fill up another house before he has that particular revelation.
"Have some tea." He nudges the cup over to Jeff's side of the counter. His own mug is only half filled with hot water. He's reaching for the nearest bottle of moonshine, of which there are several on display around the kitchen, and pouring some into his tea at too early o'clock. He had wordlessly assumed that Jeff takes his hot drinks stone cold sober.
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Like Athena, he's got some old habits of his own to keep in check.
"Thanks," he says, pulling the cup close to blow on it. He goes quiet for a moment, thinking about that something that spooked Athena so badly. He has an idea, but fuck if he even knows who to talk to about it, who could even do anything about it, or... "Um." He takes a sip of tea and smiles again, light and friendly, like he isn't trying to yank his mind back from wandering into dark places. "I'm really grateful for him. Raylan, I mean. He's done so much for her, and I... It's fucking scary, you know? Thinking about what could've happened to the kid if she didn't have him looking out for her. And you, Tim..." And before he can trail off completely, he blurts out, with abrupt mortification: "I can't believe I almost stole the guy's shoes, like a total asshole!"
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For right now, Doc is kind of staring at him blankly over the top of his mug, not really sure if all those thoughts happened upon Jeff at the same time and he just stream-of-consciousnessed them out or if there was meant to be some kind of logical progression from one statement to the next.
"He's doin' what he can," Doc replies quietly, understating the impact Raylan Givens has had on this town. It is not their way to be boasting about basic human decency. And it is most certainly not becoming of a southern gentleman to do so. "I have a couple of pairs for you upstairs. Give me a minute to fetch them." Doc sets his alcohol-laced tea down and starts heading for the stairs.
"Stay here," he adds as a bit of an afterthought even though he's not sure why he feels compelled to command Jeff like a naughty house pet.
Along with a pair of sneakers and a pair of loafers, which may or may not be Raylan's, Doc brings down a fully stocked first aid kit from upstairs. When he returns to the kitchen he also fetches a couple of bottles of moonshine, some canned tomatoes and a packet of pasta from the pantry to go with the shoes and first aid kit.
"If you are planning on going next door you should take these with you, too. This town can be..." Doc makes a face and picks up his tea again, taking a small sip. "Unpredictable."
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"No problem," he murmurs. The last thing he wants is to make a bad first impression even worse by snooping around the man's house. He does look around the kitchen curiously, though, sipping his tea, drumming his fingers idly on the counter-- tapping out a beat to nothing in particular-- as he waits for Doc to return.
And when the cowboy does return with shoes and necessities, Jeff can't help but brighten at the generosity. Though he might be eyeing the moonshine with some trepidation. But, hey, he's sure Raylan and Tim will appreciate it, so... it won't go to waste next door.
"Whoa-- Thanks, dude. Yeah, uh, I'll make sure everyone gets this stuff!" A beat, before he picks up a bottle of moonshine and adds, "Eeeexcept for Athena." Looking at the bottle, like he's addressing it: "Right?"
And yes, Jeff makes the bottle 'nod' in response.
"Right."
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Very few people call Doc 'dude' but he can't say he doesn't like the term. Being one of the 'dudes', like one of the guys, not different enough from the others to be considered abnormal.
"Life is made more bearable with moonshine. But it is a terrible habit," Doc concedes. He would close one eye, not police Athena unless she has a drop too much and gets too out of hand. That's probably where his approach and Jeff's diverge.
"Is there anything else we can assist you with? The bathroom is upstairs if you would like a shower. I could take you to the clothes store if you need a couple sets."
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"If this place is as bad as everyone says, I'll probably be reaching for the stuff in a week." Hahaaa, totally kidding! Anyway, he smiles gratefully at the offer. "I was thinking of trying my luck clothes shopping. Is it still retail therapy if you're technically looting?"
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"And it ain't looting if you shoot first." That was meant to be a joke. Since Jeff seems like such a lighthearted, buoyant person.
"They don't have much of a selection at the store, but you can try the other houses if you don't find anything suitable." He's not sure how partial to flannel Jeff is. It would look fine on him if Raylan is anything to go by but maybe they've got some insecurities they both wanna work through and want to dress differently.
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"And I'm not picky. I mean, my fashion's barely changed since 1995, so as long as there's jeans and flannel, I'm good." Apparently, his fashion sense is pretty similar to Raylan's, if a little more California than Kentucky in the way he styles himself. It's just a good thing they've got such different demeanors (not to mention the scars on his twin's face), or they'd be even more difficult to tell apart. With a laugh, he tugs at the sleeve of his own t-shirt (white, well-loved, featuring the words THE JESUS AND MARY CHAIN blazoned over a star) and adds, "Honestly, I think this shirt is from 1995."
And then he pauses for a moment, looking at Doc, the anachronism in the room, and admits, "Which... may well be the future for you. Sorry-- what year is it, back home? It's such a weird fucking question to get used to here..."
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"It is 2017," he reveals with half a deep breath and a quiet little sigh. This part always needs some sort of explanation and it's never a short and sweet one. "Some of my clothes are a hundred and fifty years old, if that brings you any comfort. A bit of a long story, as you can imagine." He's been around since the 1850s, so technically, a hundred and sixty six years long, to be precise, and an overwhelming number of those years spent alone in the dark so he couldn't say what exciting events he must have missed out on. And really, Jeff only came here to steal some shoes. He honestly doubts Jeff wants or needs any long stories.
"Plenty of crazy to go around." And not just in the people that Mathias has brought to her town.