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062 » that moment of experience / part i
WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern/Western Mathias
WHEN: Day 062
WHAT: A storm rains destruction upon the town.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! Part II details are below.
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WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern/Western Mathias
WHEN: Day 062
WHAT: A storm rains destruction upon the town.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! Part II details are below.
RECOMMENDED ♫ Deadly Avenger "Creeper"
DAY 062
THAT MOMENT OF EXPERIENCE“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one
chooses that moment of experience from which to
look back or from which to look ahead.”
— Graham Greene
The day begins like any other might. The clouds occasionally part to give glimpses of the sun, offering a bit of hope that the hours might pass without incident. It is a hope that is soon dashed, however, for midday brings with it a suddenly darkening sky. Those near the beach will be able to see the ocean churning as all light seems to be bled from the day, the sky darkening into a purplish-black more quickly than is natural, the process taking a mere ten minutes from start to finish.
And then it begins.
The rain is so heavy and pouring so fast that the ground cannot take it all in, sending rivers down streets and leaving lawns as lakes. The winds blow in gusts so strong that they could knock someone over, and the lightning that arcs brightly through the sky is immediately followed by thunder that shakes the town to its core, the tremors almost reminiscent of the earthquakes that plagued the town only days ago.
For some, the storm will be another nuisance of mother nature, forcing them to remain wherever they were before its sudden approach. But for others, it will be far more than that, for this storm is seeking revenge on those who sought to destroy the town. Destruction will rain down and it will not stop until its vengeance is satisfied.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. If nothing else, the cowboys' homemade moonshine should do the trick.ABOUT THE STORM
The storm will begin at midday and last until late into the night, only calming in the early hours of the morning. The heavy rain will flood the streets, though it will not be enough to flood the buildings themselves (except as noted below), and the winds and thunder will shake the town with such strength that it will almost seem as if the town is trying to tear itself apart.
But this is not a simple storm. For those residents who took part in any way in the destruction of the Town Hall, History Museum, or Stoker Park house, they will find the storm will destroy their shelter in some fashion. This can include broken windows, caved-in roofs, flooding from the rain, or even lightning striking the building. The details are up to player choice but something will be damaged by the storm.— All damage to buildings will be repaired by the dawn of the following day as if it never happened at all. There is no way to witness this process taking place.
— If a resident is sheltering in a shared living space with others who did not take part in the destruction of the town, you may choose to have only your character's section of that location damaged. However...
— The storm's focus will follow the resident if they move to another area or location, meaning that the new location will also suffer damage in some way.
— Only those who took part in the town destruction in some way will be targeted by the storm, but innocent bystanders can be caught up in the situation as well.
— 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.
— DISAPPEARANCES continue! Ellie has vanished while others have returned.
— ALCOHOL supplies have run dry, save for any dregs that have been squirreled away by individual residents. Moonshine can still be acquired by those in desperate need.
— NEW MAP Thanks so much to Scy for this amazing new map of Mathias!
— PROJECT HELP Your mod needs help with some projects!
— PART II The next part of the log series will be have characters divided up (by OOC choice, not IC) into groups, so be sure to sign up for one asap. Anyone who doesn't make the deadline will be automatically assigned to an available spot.
— UPDATES Don't forget to report updates as they come up! Changes to locations (like toppling a few bookshelves in the library), big plots you have coming up that will affect the game (parties, major property destruction, etc), or exciting discoveries that may tie into the game's mythology (even the things provided by the mod) are very helpful to have in one place so relevant page updates can be made. IC events are also helpful to know about in advance so they can be included in the log write-ups.
— MOD STATUS The usual reminder that it's just Amy steering this ship, so things will are going to be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pestering me if you're stuck waiting for something. (All outstanding matters will be taken care of in the next few days!)
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Billy doesn't get a mirror--not in the traditional sense. Not when the Darkling, moving to find shelter, spots him on the beach. He's walking, taking long strides, and by the time he's reached the other it's just in time for the man to stand up.
The Darkling's lips part, silent, staring.
His own face is staring right back at him, messed, wet, covered in scars. His clothes just as ragged as his own, torn and a mess, and those brilliantly dark pools are an exact match to his. His eyes narrow a fraction of a centimeter, kefta blowing in the rain and the wind, his face perfectly stoic. ]
Come.
[ It's soft, only as loud as he needs to be spoken over the torrent of rain, as calm as ever as he turns and begins to walk to the Grey Gull as if the rain doesn't bother him in the slightest. ]
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As the man approaches, Billy watches, senses on alert despite the fatigue that has his body screaming. It's not the first time he's felt this way and he's pushed through it before, he can do it again, and he's not about to drop his defenses when he has no idea where the hell is. When Frank Castle might be lurking somewhere in the tree line, maybe with a sniper rifle already trained on him.
Is that what this is, then? A distraction to throw Billy off his game? It seems too sophisticated for Frank. Hell, it's too sophisticated for Billy to even want to try and pull off, and there's no way either of them are going to waste time like this. Which leaves him to wonder what exactly is happening as a thought crosses his mind.
Is this death? Has he made it to some sort of afterlife that's washed him up on the shores of a lake, weather in turmoil, and a man who looks like him all dressed in black is beckoning him to - What? His ultimate fate? His judgement? ]
Not a chance in hell.
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No?
Not only is it 'no,' it's said in that same grating way half of the village speaks: American, he's come to realize. Him, but not, in both voice and looks alone. He stays still, facing towards the Grey Gull, and the way his posture somehow manages to straighten even more the only sign of his annoyance. He moves his head, his face a solid profile, his voice exceedingly calm. ]
You're welcome to wander aimlessly if you'd prefer. [ A beat. ] But I'd much rather we size each other up over drinks.
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Fine.
[ He would prefer to wander. He'd rather get an idea of this place without any interference, but God if he doesn't need a drink. And, sure, it's hard to deny the curiosity he has about this man who's nearly identical to himself. ]
Lead the way.
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(If the other is as similar as him, there's no point in trying to claim victory, especially with something completely mundane and trivial: collaboration is the smartest approach with someone like himself.)
He makes it to the Grey Gull with ease, kefta billowing in the wind, and he enters the restaurant with confidence, making his way to the bar. Someone has lit the fire, although there's no one here. ]
Liquor?
[ He's already pouring himself a glass of the cowboy's moonshine, calm, precise. He flicks his gaze up to get a better look at the other, eyes narrowing slightly.
They have a lot to talk about. ]
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He takes a seat on one of the stools, acting cool but underneath he's on high alert. This is what he does. This is how he's gotten where he is, by playing calm as a cucumber. Maybe he should have kept himself in better check and Frank might not have gotten the upper hand on him. ]
So, are you going to tell me who the hell you are, or are we just gonna dance around it?
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He gives the other the glass, nodding. There's no point. Though he does linger, looking at the other's right eye. Even underneath it, there's a small beauty mark.
He's an exact copy. His own eyes narrow. ]
Kirigan. [ It's not quite a fake name, though he cants his head to the side, cautious. ] Unless the Darkling holds any meaning to you. I'd welcome you to this place, but I'm afraid it's far from welcoming.
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The Darkling? Everybody's gotta have a fancy name now, huh? The Hulk. The Darkling. The Punisher. [ Billy takes another drink. ] So what's your trick?