059-061 » the place where you stop the story

[villagemod]

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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Comments

[abrightboy]

"My sister is here," Malcolm reveals. "But she arrived after I did." He watches the man's face a moment. "You've met people here already that know each other from before. Alec and Eliot? Tim and Raylan?" His eyebrows arc faintly. "Tim and Raylan."

[skladka]

A sister. Interesting, and it means there's hope for him--perhaps another Grisha would make their presence known. He's foolish enough to spend his energy on nothing but hope, but the fact that there's a possibility of someone he knows waking up here is comforting. Ivan would be useful. Or Fedyor. Knowing his luck, the village will give him the little tracker boy instead.

The Darkling stills for a fraction of a moment, head canted marginally to the side. Alec and Eliot are two he has no clue about, but the others? He nods, not bothering to hide the fact that he's slightly impressed.

"Yes. A lucky guess?"

[abrightboy]

"More like deduction," Malcolm tells him and leaves it at that, unless he asks after it further. "Have you found somewhere to live yet?"

[skladka]

"So you're the clever type." His voice still has its ever-present softness, and while there's no edge, there's something else. Calculation, his dark eyes glinting slightly.

Maybe this little village isn't entirely doomed.

"I haven't, no. It seemed more pertinent to gather information first." A beat. "Wouldn't want to choose a house only to get it swallowed up by a chasm or set on fire."

[abrightboy]

“You’ll want to find shelter before dark,” Malcolm advises him. “It’s... not really safe after dark. Especially alone. If you just need a room for the moment, there are some at the Boarding House that aren’t in use. You know. So you can choose a house based on prevailing disaster patterns.”

[skladka]

"And what happens after dark?" The Darkling's interest is piqued, looking levelly at Malcolm, even in tone and posture. It's good information, but he still can't figure the other out--not entirely--and he usually has a good read on people within the first few minutes.

[abrightboy]

“Bad things,” he says with vagueness. “Sometimes fog. Sometimes invisible monsters. Sometimes.... noises that you can’t find the source of.”

[skladka]

The Darkling cocks his head to the side.

"Is that the reason for Mr. Givens' scars?" he asks, noting the invisible monsters. A curfew in need of being punished? That's all this was? He thinks for another moment.

"What is it about the houses that make one safe at night? Wood and stone are wood and stone."

[abrightboy]

His face answers the question about Mr Givens’ scars, but he doesn’t say it.

“Light and warmth. And, if you’re lucky, other people. Not that any of those things saves everybody,” he admits.

[skladka]

"And you speak from personal experience?" The Darkling seems interested, gaze sharp, eyes dark.

[abrightboy]

"I've buried some people here," he tells the man. He points in a vague south-easterly direction. "At the edge of the treeline you can see the makeshift cemetery. Some people come back, though. But not all."