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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He doesn't point out that she doesn't know where to look for the supplies; he just follows her there, to show her if required. Doc and Raylan would not like it if she got blood everywhere.

She really doesn't know where to look for supplies. Her first guess would be the kitchen, rather than the bathroom. It doesn't end up mattering much, though, because once they reach the door she deigns to step aside and let him go in first.

Malcolm does, in fact, lead her into the kitchen. Between his psychogenic tremor and his psychoses, Malcolm has a propensity for breaking crockery and, even though Doc has now found a melamine camping mug for him, there is still a first aid kit under the sink where the cowboy stashed it for those occasions.

He pulls it out and puts it on the counter, opening up and then leaving it for her to use. If she wants help, he'll give it, but she seemed pretty adamant about him not touching her.

He pulls a small bottle out of it and taps the top of it.

"Put this first, before cloth. For clean. No disease."

Anger gives way to absolute bafflement when he brings out the first aid kit, which is, of course, filled with things she's never seen before in her life.

"You think I haven't cleaned hundreds of wounds worse than this before? I just need water and cloth."

And unless he stops her, she'll make a grab for a dishrag.

He pulls out a roll of sterile gauze, takes the plastic off and sets it on the counter for her.

"Cloth."

"It doesn't look like much," she says, eyeing the roll critically. "It's too thin." And yet... it also looks a lot less unwieldy than the bulky dishrag. She could probably still use the hand even when it's wrapped up.

"Fine, I'll try it."

Turning her back to Malcolm, she flicks on the cold water tap at the sink and starts cleaning her hand off.

"Do you need help to put the cloth? It should be tight. Hard to make with one hand."

She huffs again, but she knows he's right. It's possible to manage one-handed, but having help really is ideal.

"Fine. What's in the bottle?"

"Spirits. To stop disease."

He joins her at the sink with the bottle, uncapping it. Gently, he positions her hand palm up and turns off the water, then he pours the liquid over it before setting it aside. He keeps a wary eye on her, because it will probably sting and it's possible she'll hit him.

She sucks in a sharp breath and flinches a little, but doesn't object beyond that. She's also calmed down enough that, despite her sharp words and screaming on Tim's porch not ten minutes ago, she won't protest him wrapping her hand, either.

"No wonder you're all scared and weak. You need intervention from gods and spirits to take care of simple little cuts. Are you going to pray for my healing, too?"

He laughs brightly, picking up the gauze.

"Probably that was the wrong word in your language, but I don't have the right word." He carefully wraps the wound as he talks. "You won't get disease in your hand from the wound now. Just pain until it heals." He reaches for medical tape and tapes up the gauze. He knows she won't take it easy; he tapes it good. "If this gets dirty, come knock here and I'll put new."

"If it gets dirty, I'll wash it with water," she says, with a roll of her eyes. "If a cut and some dirt is enough to kill somebody, then they deserve to be put out of their misery."

He grins at her. "Maybe that's true," he concedes.

She's so far from a time where people understand bacteria and infection and the nature of disease.

"I am certain you will be healthy."

"You're certain of a lot of things that aren't true," she retorts, flexing her newly-bandaged hand.

“I do try to stay with hope,” he concedes with a smile.

"You should stop," she says, with a sigh. "The world doesn't deserve it, and neither do any of us."

His smile broadens.

“You do deserve it,” Malcolm tells her. “And if I don’t say it, who will?”

"I don't. You don't." She gives the first aid kit a shove, albeit a half-hearted one. Angry words or no, she's still pretty worn out. "Tim doesn't, Raylan doesn't, Parker doesn't, Carter doesn't--"

He holds up his hands. "I surrender," he says in a calm, firm voice, but there's still a smile tilting at the edges of his mouth.

The people here are, by far, the strangest people she's ever met. What the actual fuck are you, Malcolm.

"Do you want me to tell you what I think-- no, what I know is going to happen?"

"Absolutely," he tells her.

You think you're going to be kind.

[She says, her tone calm and quiet.]

Kinder than anyone I've met in a long time. And you think that, with time, your kindness will win me over, and you'll turn me from my path of darkness and towards the way of light.

[Her eyes flick up to his, and she holds his gaze steadily.]

But what's really going to happen is that you're going to be kind, and I'm going to be cruel, and you'll keep being kind, and I probably will hurt people you love, and then you'll waver - and eventually, you'll be so tired and disgusted that you'll give up, and you'll curse yourself for even bothering. And you'll curse me, of course. And when that happens, I'm going to remind you of this conversation.

Malcolm's smile was smaller and tighter.

"Almost. I will be kind, because I am capable of cruel, but that's the choice I do. And I will keep doing it, because that's how I know who I am and it has nothing to do with you."

"I know you're capable of not being kind. You're not kind to your father, are you?"

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