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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[myfavoritemurder]

Callisto picks her way across the roof so that she can loom over him, staring at him with hard eyes and a cold expression - the best way she can think of to express how little she cares about his concern or his worry or anything else he might be feeling.

"Down," she says, after long pause. "Not in. I don't want--"

She gestures downwards again, meaning to encompass it all: the drink, the merrymaking, the singing she can hear coming from inside the house.

"You understand?"

[thering]

Doc is fairly steady under pressure so he doesn't wilt from being stared down. Not on the outside, anyway. Nevertheless, he can't quite stop that half-sigh from being breathed out once she agrees to dismounting from the roof.

"Yes. Deal." And it's only after she gracefully pops down from the roof that he starts worrying about his descent, because he can't do whatever she just did. He has to sort of reverse his way from the edge of the lowest point of the roof, wincing at every creaking sound it makes and praying he won't simply fall through. One leg dangles down visible from the window and anyone inside the house happening to bear witness, and then the other, and then his crotch comes into view, and then his torso. Finally once he's lowered himself as far as he can go, he just lets go and somehow manages to land on his feet.

"Jesus Christ," he curses, rubbing his hands on his jeans and adjusting his hat. He ain't in the running for no Santa Claus.

[myfavoritemurder]

Callisto watches without offering to help, grinning in amusement at how difficult this is for him; as it turns out, watching him go down is even funnier than watching him go up.

"Good," she says, with a hint of playful sarcasm - and then she promptly handsprings off the roof proper and onto the porch roof, and back flips off the porch roof onto the lawn, where she lands smoothly on her feet. Ridiculous, unnecessary acrobatics are pretty normal for her, but she's also definitely showing off a bit.

[thering]

Look here, young whippersnapper, when you get to 166 years old, it's a struggle to even get out of bed some days. She's lucky he can even make the climb up and the drop down. Even at a quarter his age she wouldn't be Cirque du Soleiling anywhere either.

"You're gon' be running circles around us," Doc laments with a sigh. Please, dear God, spare him from having to herd another little critter in this godforsaken town.

"Down, not in," he reiterates the terms of their deal. "I shall leave you to it out here then. Ma'am." He tips his hat again, the same gesture he had flashed to her when he first clambered up onto the roof. She'll figure out soon enough that it's some kind of cultural greeting, although there might be no consistency there since Raylan is wearing a very similar hat but doesn't bother much with the gesture.

[myfavoritemurder]

Callisto's grin only widens at that weary tone; sorry Doc, she is absolutely another little critter that's going to require herding. And corralling. And possibly actual restraining. Still highly amused, she wiggles her fingers in a goodbye wave, then hops up and perches herself on the porch railing, ready to settle in and continue watching the party.