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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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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.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— 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.

OOC NOTES

— 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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A - DOWNTIME; OTA

[Since her arrival, Callisto has stubbornly - and perhaps stupidly - insisted on camping outdoors in the woods. She's far more used to roughing it than she is to sleeping in houses, and she stays close to the tree line, well away from the fog, so she hasn't encountered any major problems so far - but today's rainstorm is beyond her limits. This isn't a light summer rain that she can shelter from under a tree: even if she did have the sort of camping gear that she's used to (and she very much does not), a storm of this caliber would rip through even the best-made animal hide tent. Her choices are to resign herself to being utterly soaked for who knows how long, destroying the meager supplies she's gathered and likely doing damage to her leather armor, or heading inside. She chooses the latter.

She picks 1302 Phillips Drive at random, and though she's already explored most of the empty houses, she gives it another look-through just for something to do. The papers she's been using for Pictionary-style communication, already tattered and ripped from spending most of their time crinkled up in her knife sheath, have not fared well in the storm; she spreads them out on the dining room table as well as she can, but any ink drawings have run beyond recognition, and some of the soaked pages come apart in her hands. This is also one of the rare times she can be found out of her armor, as she carefully sets all the leather pieces out to dry, takes a hot shower, and then spends the next several hours barefoot and wearing a floral nightgown. She probably looks ridiculous. She absolutely does not care.]

B - DAMAGE DONE; OTA

[It starts small, with a tree branch crashing through one of the front windows, and Callisto barely pays it any attention at all - property damage is not high on her list of concerns. Her tune quickly changes, however, when the roof springs a leak right over the table that she's set her papers on, instantly negating the past few hours of drying time. That would be annoying enough on its own, but it's followed up not half an hour later by a portion of the roof caving in: a small portion, all things considered, but a portion that just happens to be directly over the bed that she's laid out her armor on.

The resulting shriek of rage is loud enough to be heard from the street.]

Malcolm hears the scream. From the street. He runs into the house, pushing the door aside and immediately noticing damage all over the house.

"HELLO!" he calls, looking for the source of the scream. "HELLO! Is anyone here??"

He's greeted first by a lamp, which comes flying down the stairs, but a few seconds later Callisto appears, looking harried.

"It's just me," she says in Greek. "No one's injured."

Nothing unusual going on here, Malcolm; screaming and throwing things is clearly normal behavior when someone is annoyed. From upstairs, there's another crashing sound, and she turns to run back up and investigate.

What... is she wearing, first of all. He can’t decide if floral flannel makes her scarier or less scary. But when the crash happens, he runs up the stairs after her.

“Callisto! Wait. We have to get out; you can’t hold the roof!”

"I need to move my armor," she insists, no hesitation evident as she reaches the top landing and heads for the bedroom on the left. There's glass from a broken window all over the floor, though she's already thrown a heavy blanket over the worst of it, so she can walk without cutting her feet. Another section of the roof has caved in, this one a bit closer to the doorway.

If the houses aren't proper shelter either, then maybe she should just put it back on now, and worry about drying it out later.

"Wait in the hall. I'm changing."

In a room that's collapsing around her. This is fine.

He huffs and turns his back to her, but he doesn't actually leave. "Callisto the roof is fall. Maybe change on the ground."

"No," she says, as she pulls the nightgown over her head and starts wrangling leather pieces. "There's too much to carry."

She's not wrong - it's a complicated outfit.

"After the storm, how about to find less difficult clothes. No swords to fight here," he points out.

"And then what, somebody steals my armor?" she says, sounding less than enthused with the idea. "No, thank you. It's not easy to replace, and I'll need it when we defeat the gods of this place and I go back to fight Xena."

He stops himself from asking who would steal a leather bikini. And not only because he doesn't know how to say 'bikini' in Ancient Greek.

"Understand. Are you finish?"

"No, it takes time to put on." There's another ominous bang from above their heads, but thankfully no big crashing sounds. "Go wait downstairs if you're scared."

"I'm scared about you. Running away won't fix," he informs her almost testily.

"Well, stop it." There's the clink of metal and the protesting creak of wet leather as she starts doing up straps. "I never asked you to worry about me. You should all be more like Raylan; he has the right idea."

While she can't see Malcolm's eyebrows shoot up, she might hear it in his tone.

"Raylan? Raylan worries about everybody."

"He doesn't worry about me."

Which, she reasons, fits well with the idea of him worrying about everybody else. He recognizes her as dangerous, and a potential threat.

"He definitely does. He only worries more about you harming others too."

"He definitely doesn't," says Callisto, who met him just a few days ago and has talked to him all of twice by this point. "He's more realistic than the rest of you. I'm ready."

For a certain value of ready, because ugh, wet leather really sucks. She comes marching (or rather, creaking) out of the room just as another window smashes in behind her. Though it happens less than ten feet away, she barely even registers it, not even bothering to turn around and look.

He turns and looks, then looks at her, then follows her down the stairs.

“You can come to our house, if you want,” he offers, starting for the door.

"You're not worried I'm going to make your house worse?" she says, fussily adjusting one of her shoulder pieces as she follows him. "The storm really has it out for me."

He looks at her oddly.

"What do you mean?" He looks up. "It's... a storm."

"It's worse around me," she insists as they go down the stairs. "The houses across the street aren't getting hit like this. Zeus might be angry that I escaped Tartarus."

She doesn't know why Zeus would care, but who else would be throwing lightning bolts around? Or maybe this world has a god of thunder, too.

Malcolm follows her gaze across the street where the houses don't have a fraction of the damage. And next door on either side. Same thing. He looks at her.

"Maybe we should take cover in the tunnels."

"Now there's an idea," she says thoughtfully. "You aren't afraid of the ghosts?"

"We're not going to live there; we're just going to use it as a storm shelter. Come on," he says, starting to run towards 1307.

Works for her. Without any hesitation, she follows right on his heels - which may be bad news for him, because the moment they're out the front door, a large tree limb comes flying towards them.

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