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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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"Quite," he says softly, and visibly pulls himself back together--his shoulders move back to how they'd been before, stiff and regal, back returning to his usual straight posture. He clears his throat. Enough thoughts of the tracker boy, enough dwelling on the girl who betrayed him, enough of the world sought him out to be the villain.
Time to tug on that thread he'd seen in the other, the little part that had been peaking out, just a little frayed.
"What had you been playing?"
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He shrugs one shoulder, still smiling, "Nothing special. I was teaching myself the guitar solo in Nancy's Boys. You know, the Ally Shady song?"
Okay, so it's possible that Jeff still hasn't picked up on the fact that they're literally from two different worlds. He just assumed Kirigan has a very particular fashion sense.
But most people in his world know the band Ally Shady, if they know, like, rock. Jeff just happens to know the titular Ally on a way more personal level. Or he used to, anyway.
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"Perhaps you should play it." If the other plays, maybe his nerves will calm--or maybe he'll think, and maybe that thread will present itself once more. Regardless, the Darkling can find some semblance of peace as the other becomes more and more at ease.
There's the chance this could backfire horribly, of course, and the other's skills are limited at best, but he's willing to take that chance.
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God, they made something incredible together.
The thought's enough to make his fingers freeze before he'd even come close to plucking a string. No, if he were to play a song for the other man, it'd be something without so much of the stain of his own experiences on it. A simple, straightforward cover of a song by an artist who's never even entered his orbit before.
Which is all fucking moot, because of one key, totally crucial detail.
"Find me an amp and I'll play something." Not that song, but something, sure. "But, ah... As it is?" He leans over to pluck one of the strings. There's sound, but it's definitely muted, doesn't have the same resonance a proper acoustic instrument would. "You won't really get the full effect."
He's being evasive, but, like, at least he's friendly about it.
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There's also the fact that he doesn't know what an amp is, but he's quickly learning that half of what Jeff says is completely gibberish to him. Context is key in these sorts of situations, as much as he wants to grind his teeth together and clench his jaw in annoyance. His face is impossibly neutral.
"Your hands curl around it while you're talking. It clearly brings you comfort," he observes. Sure, it could be fidgeting, but the way the other plucks at the strings absently all but confirms things.
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...okay, he isn't, but he doesn't need to get called out like that! Jeff seems to shift a little in discomfort at the other man's observations, benign as they seem to be. It's probably pretty easy to tell that Jeff's somebody who doesn't exactly like to be seen. Not like, physically; he's certainly not a wallflower. It's more like...
He has a mask that he's comfortable with.
"Well... Yeah, I mean." Jeff shrugs and offers (or forces) a relaxed smile. "I've been playing since I was old enough to hold a guitar. It's pretty much an extension of me." He finishes his water, and leans over to set the glass down, before shooting Kirigan a curious look. "You really want me to play something, dude?"
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It's infuriating. He's lucky he controls his face and keeps that passive look on it, lest he starts sneering.
"It calms you." The Darkling knocks back the rest of his moonshine, what little that had been left in his glass sliding down his throat, a pleasant burn spreading through him. That's a yes.
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It doesn't calm him. It's not, like, some hobby he picked up to manage his anxiety. Music is the special language he shares with the Gift. It's the gateway that connects him to something beautiful and boundless, something that threads through all of existence.
"That's not what it does," he murmurs as he picks up the guitar and settles it on his thigh. But he doesn't elaborate, doesn't bother to explain what the guitar really means to him, just puts a smile on his face and tries to will some good cheer into his fingers. That's all he needs. Fake it til the gloom passes.
"Okay. Here's a song."
Of course, whatever he gets to playing is totally unfamiliar to Kirigan, but maybe he'll enjoy some sick (albeit unplugged) riffs in the tune of Taylor Swift, anyway.
And you better believe Jeff is singing along, too.
"I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That's what people say, mmm-mmm
That's what people say, mmm-mmm..."
But hey, at least he's actually got skill in both the singing and the guitar playing departments.
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Jeff sings and the Darkling listens, pleasantly surprised. His musical awareness is rudimentary at best, but the sincerity in the bard's voice is unwavering, genuine passion weaving seamlessly into every note. It's impressive, he thinks, though his knowledge comes from fetes and orchestras, far more accustomed to balalaikas than electric guitars.
The lyrics need a little more adjusting, but who's he to judge? By the time the other finishes, the Darkling's second glass of moonshine is completed. He even has the manners to clap, however softly and politely, as if attending the opera.
"You'd be a welcome addition to the Small Palace."
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He doesn't feel it now. The Gift's still here, of course; it still exists, and nothing can stop that. But it's kind of... fuzzy. Muted. Just a little off, like he can't harmonize with it, no matter how much he puts into his singing, or his playing, and it's just.
Weird.
Wrong.
Unsettling.
The feeling lingers even as he finishes the song, and it's only the sound of polite clapping that brings him back. Jeff blinks a little, seeming to shake off the distraction, and looks at Kirigan with a smile, trying not to let any of that uneasiness show through.
Keep smiling. Fake it til it's real.
"Thanks!" His response is genuine, at least, even if he's a little on edge from his own performance. A beat, then: "I think? That's a good thing, right? I never heard of the Small Palace..."
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It's not just nervousness, there's something else.
The Darkling hides a small smile.
"The Small Palace is where I reside. It's not as...quaint... as this." A glance over to the interior of the Grey Gull. Is he judging? Absolutely, and he's not bothering to hide it. He's no stranger to huts with no electircity, certainly not above slumming it in tents (although, being Grisha, the Second Army tents are far more luxurious), but this is different. He was put here, he didn't choose it.
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Finally, the clouds of ignorance part, and a lightbulb starts to flicker to life.
What if-- and this is crazy, but hear him out-- what if they're not from the same reality?
"Oh," he says. Followed by, "Sorry, where's that?"
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"Os Alta," he says smoothly. "The country of Ravka." Which, he can already tell, is completely foreign to the other just as much as the strange references and the unusual instrument is. He continues, mostly to watch his face. "Fjerda to the north, Shu-Han to the south." The Fold to the east, his own creation, a scar of darkness tearing his country in two.
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Blink blink blink.
Jeff really makes an attempt at keeping his face a cool and collected mask of neutral impassivity, even as every single name and geographical reference flies right over his head.
"Ahhh..."
And then he fails.
"I'm sorry, dude, I've got no idea where any of that is, and normally I'd chalk that up to the whole American ego thing, like, 'Oh wow, there's an entire world outside of the US? What a surprise!' but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have forgotten four whole countries!" Or was it three? What's Os Alta? Is it a city? A continent? A planet? "Shit! There I go, arrogantly assuming you even know what America is! We really are the worst!"
Okay, so maybe he's having a bit of an existential meltdown right now. It's one thing to, like, speculate and theorize that they're from different worlds. It's another to have it... not confirmed, exactly, but not refuted, either. It's an idea that's beginning to become more and more of a reality.
"So either I'm in your world, or you're in mine-- which wouldn't make any sense, I mean, the Gift wouldn't feel so out of tune if we were home-- or! Third option! Neither of us are in our worlds, and this is some new fucked up layer of existence as we know it-- or not know it, I mean--"
Jeff just might just keep going if he isn't stopped.