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.

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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

[thering]

"As... far as I know, it's only therapy if you're crazy." He's from the 1850s, where 'retail therapy' don't exist and hell, 'men' and 'therapy' don't generally go in the same sentence if you want to keep up appearances. Sure, he might have more issues than Time magazine but that's what the drinking and the grunting and the shittalking is for, right?

"And it ain't looting if you shoot first." That was meant to be a joke. Since Jeff seems like such a lighthearted, buoyant person.

"They don't have much of a selection at the store, but you can try the other houses if you don't find anything suitable." He's not sure how partial to flannel Jeff is. It would look fine on him if Raylan is anything to go by but maybe they've got some insecurities they both wanna work through and want to dress differently.

[bardish]

"Eh..." He waves a hand. "I might be a little crazy." But he smiles cheerfully to punctuate the remark, then takes a sip of his tea. Just joking-- sort of, mostly, kind of. As far as Jeff's concerned, his crazy days are long behind him.

"And I'm not picky. I mean, my fashion's barely changed since 1995, so as long as there's jeans and flannel, I'm good." Apparently, his fashion sense is pretty similar to Raylan's, if a little more California than Kentucky in the way he styles himself. It's just a good thing they've got such different demeanors (not to mention the scars on his twin's face), or they'd be even more difficult to tell apart. With a laugh, he tugs at the sleeve of his own t-shirt (white, well-loved, featuring the words THE JESUS AND MARY CHAIN blazoned over a star) and adds, "Honestly, I think this shirt is from 1995."

And then he pauses for a moment, looking at Doc, the anachronism in the room, and admits, "Which... may well be the future for you. Sorry-- what year is it, back home? It's such a weird fucking question to get used to here..."

[thering]

Yeah, Doc wasn't around in the 90s, but jeans and flannel is honestly a timeless fashion statement.

"It is 2017," he reveals with half a deep breath and a quiet little sigh. This part always needs some sort of explanation and it's never a short and sweet one. "Some of my clothes are a hundred and fifty years old, if that brings you any comfort. A bit of a long story, as you can imagine." He's been around since the 1850s, so technically, a hundred and sixty six years long, to be precise, and an overwhelming number of those years spent alone in the dark so he couldn't say what exciting events he must have missed out on. And really, Jeff only came here to steal some shoes. He honestly doubts Jeff wants or needs any long stories.

"Plenty of crazy to go around." And not just in the people that Mathias has brought to her town.