059-061 » the place where you stop the story

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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.

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.

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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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[welladjustedwhitly]

"Because of a deal our Dad broke with him. He was set on ruining all of us. To hurt him." She shakes her head. "It was a mess of different things happening all at once, and things lined up just right and he thought he could just... get away with everything..." There's an irritation in her voice at the thought of it. Endicott had been so snide, so sure of himself.

He got what he deserved.

She shakes her head to dispel the thought, not entirely sure where it came from, and focuses her attention back on what Neal's doing. She's supposed to be learning, here.

[conning]

"...Not the kind of thing they cover on page six." Another little prickle of ill-ease. I'm pretty sure he's dead.

Neal can't imagine for a moment that Malcolm would be the one to do it. Ainsley, he's less sure about. But how can he possibly know? There could have been a half-dozen more people there she doesn't remember. He's not going to draw that heavy a conclusion about someone without evidence. He's been there too often himself.

He goes about prepping the omelettes, glancing her way again. "You got taken right in the middle of that? I thought where Malcolm got kidnapped from was bad."

At least now Malcolm had confirmation of Martin's survival.

[welladjustedwhitly]

"Not exactly." She lifts her eyebrows at that.

She lets out a breath and nods, "Yeah, it's... crazy. I don't understand how we...don't remember the same things?" She frowns. "I know people have said that... I don't know, some kind of time travel .... thing..." Her words come hesitant, choppy, she's obviously well outside of her depth, here. She shakes her head. "but it still doesn't really make sense to me."

But there are a few things around here that are that way. Inexplicably just because it's that way, and no amount of explanation will make it click. Or there simply isn't an explanation to give. She's not very good with accepting things without question, but she's slowly starting to realize some things she just has to.

[conning]

"Me neither. Don't worry if it never really does." He shrugs. "A lot of things about this place don't and I don't think they will, at least not to us."

He doesn't realize how he's echoing her own thoughts, but it's the truth. "I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the idea of whole different worlds, sometimes."

[welladjustedwhitly]

"I don't think that's as comforting as you intended it." Or maybe he didn't intend it that way at all, in which case: A+ delivery, buddy.

She nods, her eyes lighting up, "Right! It's like something out of a crazy sci-fi movie or something."