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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.

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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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[bonified]

Fortunately for her, Raylan missed the big showdown at house 1306 where Doc was none too pleased with her for punching his ward. Of course, to her, she didn't think she deserved that kind of verbal chastising from him, but she was also a feisty one who didn't have a problem with yelling back.

She still thinks Malcolm deserved it.

Wynonna shakes her head. "Nope, poker is not my game. I'm more of an 8 ball pool kinda girl." she laughs, leaning back and hooking another chair over with the toe of her boot so she could use it as a footrest. When she's comfortable, she shrugs.

"Post having a baby sucks. My boobs hurt, I'm crying more than I ever have before but I'm determined as ever to get the hell back home." Wynonna pauses, voice lowering a little. "I got a curse to end."

[tinstar]

It was fortunate for everyone. He hadn't heard about it either way and was, largely clueless about how Wynonna had been getting on with Malcolm. The past week had been a Lot.

"Mm," Raylan hummed wistfully, eyes almost closing. "God I miss pool."

He took a sip of his drink, teeth bearing slightly as he looked over at her.

"The books suggest that you take it easy for at least two weeks after givin' birth while everything shrinks back up into place. You uh.. also might wanna.." He gestured at his chest. "The clogs sound painful."

He expected a confused look. "I already started readin' through What to expect when you're expectin' books." Since Winona didn't talk to him about those kinds of details, he had some questions that were just better learned from books.

[bonified]

The lead into that was confusing and something she never expected to hear, even in the short term of knowing Raylan. He didn't look the type. Then again, neither did Doc and when they were alone, she saw a different side to him that not many saw. She's also seen him when he's madder than a rattlesnake.

It takes a minute for her to process what he means and then after catching on it's like she can visualize it. "Breastfeeding, right," she closes her eyes and rubs her cheeks. "Greatest thing a woman can go through, I don't think so."

She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"How do I gauge two weeks when I went through a whole week of feeling the same way I did when I first got here."

She looks at him.

"Why are you reading pregnancy books?"

[tinstar]

"Sounds like hell, you want my opinion," he offered with a tilt of his head. There were layers to Raylan Givens just like there were to Doc Henry Holliday and that was part of the reason he thought they got on so well. They didn't have to be what everyone saw and took of them at face value, however purposeful that face value was constructed to be.

"Start over. Pick today as your new date, count fourteen mornin's. Twelve if you're antsy." He wouldn't blame her for being antsy either, the worst part about healing was the sitting still for it.

"I was.. Tryin' to get ahead of Winona... My Winona. Suppose it's useless now, Tim says she's already had the baby but.. Thought I might be allowed to help, if I knew somethin'." He wasn't going to tell Wynonna that he wasn't sure if he was. Had been.. Did it matter? All his effort into it? Who the fuck knew.

Thank god for moonshine.

"Named her Willa, apparently.. Willa Givens. I dunno, I like how it sounds." He bet she was cute as shit too. So what if he got a little far away in his glass for a few seconds before washing down the what could have beens behind another swallow.

[bonified]

It was hell, but she wasn't going to say so. Alice wasn't exactly planned and like hell was she going to subject herself to all this a second time. Anyway, he wasn't wrong and Raylan would be able to see it well enough on her face as her brows lift and her lips purse tightly. At least until the list of similarities between his world and her and Doc's grows.

"My older sister was named Willa," she tells him, purposely looking away because there's another story that doesn't have a happy ending. "If you tell me your mother's name is Michelle I might accidentally punch you in the face."

Her piss poor reflexes would be at fault but then that would be one too many coincidences when all is said and done.

[tinstar]

The coincidences continue and Raylan huffed a breath, head rolling back as he shook it a little before his chin fell so he could look at the ground.

"Frances McKinley. Least till she married Arlo, then it became Givens. Don't suppose any of your people come down off a mountian, do they?"

Never mind the punch, if she swung, he'd dodge unless she was too quick on it. He only took hits he didn't know were comin' or he deserved.