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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2021-05-08 12:54 pm

059-061 ยป 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 of May 15th May 22nd.

RECOMMENDED โ™ซ Nathan Johnson "Foul Play"





DAY 059-061
A BRIEF REPRIEVE

โ€œThere is no real ending. Itโ€™s just
the place where you stop the story.โ€
— 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.








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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QUESTIONS?

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EXPLORATION

[personal profile] villagemodama 2021-05-10 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Use this space when exploring new locations or revisiting older ones, including residential housing locations. This includes asking questions about these explorations as well as simply reporting that the explorations are taking place.

(AP rewards are not needed for basic explorations, only if you want to find something that might not otherwise be discovered.)
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REWARDS

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Additional details: Location where this is happening, the circumstances of the character being there/searching, their current mental and emotional state, what they are searching for, etc.



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bucky barnes | mcu

[personal profile] exsto 2021-05-10 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
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Tim Gutterson | Justified

[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-05-10 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Plotting Comment but absolutely NOT NECESSARY to have plotted first. Just hit me up!
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Callisto | Xena: Warrior Princess

[personal profile] myfavoritemurder 2021-05-10 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
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GROUP THERAPY - DAY 59 - OTA

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-05-10 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Party Post style; feel free to come in at any time during the meeting and talk to anyone or to the group. If you're looking to get some sanity back, this is a good place to get some!]

Malcolm and Klaus had decided regular meetings would be a good idea, but how would anyone keep track of when they were to show up? How would they? Ultimately, they found a brightly coloured bed sheet they thought was appropriately themed and stuck a note on the bulletin board.

Then Malcolm made coffee and put it in thermoses they scavenged from garages and kitchens while Klaus grabbed some packaged cookies from the General Store. Finally they made their way to the school house, hung the sheet out the window, arranged the seats in the classroom into a more welcoming semi-circle and sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder on the teacher's desk, facing the empty room. Malcolm swung his legs absently.

"I'm sure someone will come," he said.
Edited 2021-05-10 21:39 (UTC)
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The Darkling | Shadow and Bone (netflix)

[personal profile] skladka 2021-05-10 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
i. arrival;
[ He wakes up with a gasp and a stutter, his whole body jolting awake--something close to fear ripples through him, and he sits upright, damp and wet, barely registering the sand below him as his hand shoots up to pat at himself.

He's in one piece. He had not been before.

The initial panic ebbs from The Darkling, draining easily as he takes in his surroundings. He's cognizant of his hand touching wet sand, aware of the fact that he's on a beach. He'd been in the Fold moments before, darkness surrounding him and the tracker boy, the little shit crowing in what The Darkling is sure he thought was poetic justice. A hand moves up to touch his face, running fingers along his cheek, assessing himself. No scars. A look at his hand confirms no sign of blood, and he grunts as he stands up, the weight of his wet clothes and many layers almost setting him off balance. The Darkling straightens, eyes scanning the horizon until he finds the nearest building.

He makes his way into the grey gull, clothes soaked, hair damp. Despite this, the Darkling carries himself with an air of confidence, like waking up in this area is precisely what he's meant to do and everything is according to plan. The setting is unfamiliar, the environment a strange mish mash of things he can recognize and things he can't. It's quaint. It's quiet, too, and there doesn't seem to be anyone here.

It's the fireplace that catches his eye first, though the bar is a close contender. He sets about creating a fire and moving a chair by it to drape his long black coat over it to try. It's tattered and torn, but important to him--and right now, drying it out seems like a good plan. So does helping himself to a glass what appears to be some sort of homemade alcohol.

He has a lot of planning to do. A lot of questions to find answers for. But first, the Darkling drinks, using a second chair to sit by the fire to warm himself up. He doesn't flinch when he takes a sip of what's very obviously moonshine, but his eyes narrow, jaw clenching as it slides burns his throat. It's as if he's always been there, perhaps even a part of the restaurant itself, and when the door opens he'll cast a wary glance at it, his free hand casually placed by his knee, though the fingers on it splay, tensed. Just in case he has to act quickly. ]


ii. chasm;
[ The Darkling is a man who likes information, and the fact that he knows nearly nothing about this place he finds himself in doesn't sit well with him in the least. There's only so much a few villagers can tell you, and eventually, you just have to see things for yourself.

The Grisha is very well aware of the fact that he has to walk on foot is just a symptom of the bigger problem: he has no power here. His own talents are intact but dimmed, and it's much harder to use his abilities, yes, but it's a different kind of power: but he's lacking what he had in Ravka. An army. Troops. Control.

A fucking horse.

He gets the lay of the land easily enough, for however long he can walk, dark eyes surveying places and any people he may see along the way. He heads west on a whim, deciding to tackle that direction for a day, black kefta on his person still ragged and cut. Old habits die hard, and there's nothing wrong with wearing a bulletproof jacket, no matter how tattered it has been from claws and knives.

He stops when he reaches a large part of land that's seemingly cut out of the ground. A chasm, it seems, although the Darkling cants his head to the side, a feeling of familiarity washing over him. A Fold.

He stands there, staring at it, lost in thought: an unmoving man, imposing and elegant, gazing into the abyss with an unreadable expression, face stoic and back straight. He'll stare for a very, very long while, and if you're not the first to break the silence, he'll finally speak just as you're about to leave. ]


Who did this? [ His voice is soft and calm, his demeanour framing the question as a gentle question instead of the command it really is. ]

iii. shadows;
[ The Darkling doesn't feel ill per se, but he's acutely aware there's something wrong with him. The first day he had chalked it up to recovery and gaining his bearings, but by the second day he's well aware something is wrong. He's lived long enough to know that, he knows himself in every sense of the word. He is Grisha, he is a shadow summoner, and there is something very wrong with how is body is behaving. The Darkling decides to experiment.

He chooses a field by some trees as far away from the fog as he can muster. As much as he's aware of the benefits of putting on a show he opts for something else, choosing to avoid a crowd. It's a new place. Perhaps there are people who dislike those that can control what they do not. Perhaps fear runs in the villagers' veins. While that's never bothered him before, The Darkling also knows he has to tread lightly, given the situation.

He stands roughly in the middle of the small meadow-like field, inhaling softly as he raises a hand, staring at a fixed point--he opts for a tree a little out of line with the rest. The moment he begins to raise his hand the treeline's shadows begin to bend and stretch as if moving towards him, reacting to the power he controls as he gathers them. He exhales, feeling relief and a pleasant hum move through him, inky black wisps and tendrils of shadow sliding from his own shadow to move around him, shimmering like smoke. The Darkling feels alive.

He brings his other hand up, placing both of them in front of him, fingers moving, the shadows gathering into a thin vertical line, and there's a flicker of something across his face. He's concentrating, brow furrowed, but there's a small, small smile that almost tugs across his lips as he continues to concentrate. ]


iv. wildcard;
[ The Darkling will be spending most of these days exploring--feel free to run into him at the library, the town hall, or the clinic, mostly poking about and gathering information and trying to make sense of this place. If you have an idea and you'd like to hit me up, don't hesitate to add me at [plurk.com profile] whitespire! ]
Edited 2021-05-10 21:32 (UTC)
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elena gilbert | the vampire diaries

[personal profile] descendent 2021-05-11 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
1. CHASM.
[ ALL DAYS. ]

[ what's a girl to do but follow a deep crack in the earth to find where it might end? after all, it might be mathias' version of a yellow brick road.

dressed comfortably for the weather, elena follows the crack in the road in the early morning, the afternoon, and in the evening. she thinks that if she comes out at different times of the day, she might be able to see something differentโ€ฆ a deeper line in the crack, it breaking off into a branch, it possibly leading to a door that says THE WAY HOME. (a girl can dream.)

a) when she spies someone else walking along the crack, she'll be as cool as a cucumber walking a little hurriedly towards them. a little out of breath: ]
Hey. Are you exploring it, too?

b) elena stops at times to try and peer down the chasm as if it's a way to wonderland. sometimes, she stands with her hands in the pockets of her jeans and sometimes she squats down and sits on her knees as she tries to peer down it safely. don't scare her, though.

c) sitting on her knees at the edge of the chasm, she peers over it with a furrowed brow. is thatโ€ฆ? her sight may not be the best (she's human, after all), but it's clear to her that there's a body lying motionless deep inside of it.

gripping the edge of the chasm tightly to the point where the skin of her palms split open, elena stays where she is.

she yells, ]
There's someone down there!


2. DRINKING.
[ ALL DAYS. ]

[ look, it's been a weird couple of weeks.

elena's at the general store, eyeing a line of bottles of beer and cheap wine. tucked under her arm are two bottles of cheap wine. she's eyeing the shelves for another bottle for elijah. she figures something fancy (and cheap) would best suit him. she's still making good on her bet that she'll be able to find him the perfect suit. right now, she's starting small: the perfect alcoholic drink, even if she thinks he'll be fine with whatever she chooses.

pinching her lips, she regards the shelf with a furrowed brow. you see, it's difficult to pick what bottle to get between a couple of beers and the few wines left. ]


3. FOG.
[ DAYS 60-61. ]

[ elena's up for a lot of exploring these last couple of days. what she wants to poke her fingers into is the fog. curiously, it hasn't been hurting anyone over the last several days. elena's a masochist who wants to see if it will hurt her.

but when she ventures towards the dog, she finds that she doesn't want to go any further. she can't. her heart races in her chest as she peers around, eyes wide and fear clearly etched into her face. her body tenses as panic overwhelms her. the fog's so thickโ€ฆ and the last time she'd been near a suspicious-looking roll of fogโ€ฆ

at the snap of a twig, she quickly looks up, panting. at another sound, she bolts quickly away from the cluster of trees she's wandered into. elena runs until she either trips over or crashes into someone else in the forest or in town. ]


WILDCARD.

[ For the chasm, she obviously won't be able to get down to get the body, but I figure some (failing) teamwork and freaking out might be fun! Feel free to toss anything at me. Elena's often around the Library, the Grey Gull, General Store and Boarding House. She can also be found loitering around houses. If you want to plot something specific, you can hit me up. ]
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Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-05-11 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm on the plotting post.
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Raylan Givens | Justified

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-05-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Plotting post found here but I'm open to whatever!
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alec hardison | leverage

[personal profile] ofthegeek 2021-05-12 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No news is good news, and no time loop is damn good news.

Like, for more reasons than just the fact that he finally woke up the day after redoing work on projects and that work actually stuck again.

But mostly for that reason. Hardison was getting real fed up with that.

Long story short is, Hardison's getting back onto his grind. The being out and about and talking to people and rooting around in stores and whatnot grind. Apart from general wandering around, stocking up on basic supplies, saying hi to folks, etc., two areas and activities of particular note include:

- The boarding house, still, on and off. He spends some time briefly dipping in to move the little collection of stuff he's managed to gather. Part and parcel with the process of going from his boarding house room to a place on Stoker Park (with Eliot and Parker), but he also still just. Shows up to hang around in general. Look, he got familiar with the whole vibe and with the people frequently passing through, even if there's plenty of them he hasn't actually introduced himself to yet.

Look, he still thinks it's a good and cool idea to occasionally have a main living space movie showing or to play a dumb board game to keep people's minds off of how much it sucks being here. It's a gift really if you think about it.

(The people he does know more than in passing, he'll be making sure to give a heads up about the fact that he's technically moving. And there's a ton of movies at the new place, so he'll also probably have invites to Stoker Park movie nights? IDK, it's Hardison, he's easy.)

- and Matheson Antiques, despite his personal distaste for the claustrophobic vibe and clown paintings and overall lack of consideration for tall gangly dudes like himself.

Tall gangly dudes who are still very handsome, which he would personally put on the record.

He's less looking around for projects or walkie-talkie building supplies, seeing as those prototypes are about done. He's more looking for things that are especially shiny or valuable-seeming or just weird and interesting enough to merit putting in his pocket to give to Parker later.

Or, perhaps more realistically, and he loves her for it, putting in his pocket for Parker to take out of his pocket before he gets around to giving them to her.

That's thief life, baby. It's their natural proclivity to build a stash. ]

((willing to match format on brackets or prose! also very willing to hash out a closed starter or interaction, and feel free to hit up [plurk.com profile] comatoseroses for that!))
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Doc Holliday | Wynonna Earp

[personal profile] thering 2021-05-13 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
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Parker | Leverage

[personal profile] sharker 2021-05-14 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Like a couple of the others, Day 59 is Parker's first "new" day in Mathias since her arrival. She'd believed Hardison and Eliot when they'd told her that the time loop wasn't constant, that it would end eventually, but there's a difference between believing someone and actually seeing it for herself.

When she wakes up in her bed rather than on the beach, she thinks she's dreaming at first. It takes a lot of wandering around the house, and maybe one or two instances of pinching Hardison and/or Eliot to see if they feel it, to reassure herself that she's actually awake, that this is real, that it's not yesterday again.

Once Eliot gets tired of being pinched and chases her off, she decides to explore the town. See what's changed, what hasn't, if any buildings have been destroyed for good now that consequences are back (oops). She can be found just about anywhere that's relatively safe, plus a few places that definitely aren't, and has a soft spot for high and/or precarious locations. Depending on your personal risk tolerance and/or morality alignment, you might want to talk her down - or maybe join her in poking around those creepy, run-down buildings or dark tunnels.

Does she "accidentally" brush against you when walking past? You might want to check your pockets to see what's missing.

Anyone who claims to know Hardison or Eliot will get extra attention. Whether that attention leads to Parker interrogating you while dangling you off a roof or deciding, not necessarily with your buy-in, that you're now Best Friends depends on the vibe. ]

Want to discuss things or request something more specific? Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] butteredcups or Parker's plotting comment here!
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NEAL CAFFREY || WHITE COLLAR

[personal profile] conning 2021-05-20 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Edited 2021-05-20 03:01 (UTC)