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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.

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.

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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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[bonified]

The only way to a man's heart was through his stomach and in some respects, the same could be said Wynonna Earp, too. Especially since she couldn't cook to save her soul. Not even a grilled cheese. So, relying on the goodwill of others was how it was going to be.

A huff of laughter sounds between bites and she glances back at Tim. "Doc's always cleaning house." Blue eyes scan the room. "Which one is Athena again?"

Maybe the face would jog her memory if he points it out.

[walkingtrigger]

Tim lifted his hand and pointed to the dark haired young lady rocking the pixie haircut, who was no doubt currently making some sort of painful word play. Or possibly giving Doc schoolyard type trash talk. Or ... hell, both.

[bonified]

Wynonna lifts her head slightly in a silent 'ah yes' before grinning like a proud wife. Chances were good that she was cussing him out for the wad of monopoly money he was sitting on. She's been watching him win like he's back in the 1880s at a poker table for the past half hour.

"Which is hilarious given I don't think he's ever played a board game in his life."

[walkingtrigger]

"Helps that they're making up the rules as they go along," Tim said in a wry tone.

There were the foundation of Candyland in the game being played, but he was fairly certain some of the tangents Klaus had introduced had no basis in the rule book. Remembering his manners Tim reached across his chest with his right hand offered for a shake.

"Tim, by the way. Co-worker of Raylan's."

[bonified]

She nods with a quiet laugh. No doubt Doc's victorious mood will be with him for the rest of the night and that's something she's looking forward to. He's been entirely too stressed and she knows a great deal of that has to do with her and the news she's brought back from Purgatory.

Switching the half-eaten sandwich to her left hand and dusting the crumbs off of the right on her jeans, she takes his hand.

"Wynonna. Henry's.. " Well. They were a few things to each other, but she settles on a title that seems to fit them all. "Friend."

She releases his hand.

"You must be a Deputy Marshall, too, then?"

[walkingtrigger]

The brief pause was telling and Tim briefly wondered ... before telling himself it was none of his damn business.

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded instinctively falling into professional politeness before recognizing that he probably didn't need to use 'ma'am' with her. His expression was a quick apology, an unspoken habit before he lowered his hand.

"Doc," calling him Henry just felt weird. "Been a good friend to folks around here," the words were sincere but then he quirked his lips in a small smirk. "And I understand he is also partial to thank for the moonshine supply."

[bonified]

It's no wonder Doc fits in so well here, being surrounded by men who do their best to uphold the law much the way Wyatt did. Though her opinion of her great-great-grandfather changed slightly after the whole vision quest thing she went on.

Wynonna responds with a friendly smile. She's never understood older women and their disdain over being addressed with the title. Then again, most people hate her and call her far worse so it doesn't hit the same way as it would others.

"That doesn't come too much as a surprise to me. He owns the local bar where we're from." A beat and she nods. "Yeah, he's a good man who has put up with far too much shit in his lifetime."

She catches herself staring at Doc again and abruptly looks back at Tim.

"Speaking of, is this a dry party or can a girl get a drink?"

[walkingtrigger]

Alrighty.

Wynonna and Doc are more than a little adorable and Tim doesn't even try to keep the sweet smirk off his face as he watches them. Even when she abruptly looks back in his direction, he simply raises his eyebrows and plays innocent, despite the smirk mcsmirk smirk.

"There's some shine stashed in the cupboards, or if you'd like something a little less ... that Doc brought some cheap beers. I don't see him minding much if you have one?"

Either way they were back in the kitchen area, which Tim indicated with a tilt of his head, turning his body to head in that direction.

[bonified]

Adorable wouldn't be the word Wynonna would use for them, but her sister usually had the same smile when she caught them being cute with each other. It didn't last long, but Wynonna loved how Doc made her feel before the next round of bickering started again.

Suddenly, she feels like she's in high school all over again after giving away the person she has a crush on.

"A beer would be much better," And make her feel less like garbage the morning after. She knew she was drinking far too much of the volatile bathtub brew out of 1307 and her stomach was hating her for it.

She follows Tim into the kitchen.

"I guess I have been around too many large brimmed hat Cowboys in my life, but you don't strike me as one. You always been a Marshall? Or were you doing something else before deciding 'hey, let's give this a try?" she asks, picking a spot against a block of drawers to lean against.

[walkingtrigger]

He wouldn't have said anything because he certainly had no leg to stand on when it came to swimming in the 1307 bathtub gasoline. But a lot of what was happening here tonight was his own desire to avoid feeling like garbage in the morning and to try to make amends with his liver.

Which was all to say, he was happy she chose the beer.

Reaching into the fridge he felt around for one that seemed the coldest, head in the door as he answered her question.

"Ranger scout sniper for most of my adult years," he said by way of confirming her speculation. "Marshal Service is a good gig for veterans like me for a number of reasons." The Marshal Service had a good understanding of the needs of veterans and Tim got his mad minute on against the worst of the worst. Win/win for everybody.

He stepped back with a beer in his hand and turned towards her. "I feel obliged to offer a glass?" As he spoke he also held the beer out in case she would rather tell him where to stick the glass; just give her the damn beer.