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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2021-06-05 08:09 pm

063-064 » no matter how much / part ii (group A)

WHO: Group A members only.
WHERE: Mathias Township proper
WHEN: Days 063-064
WHAT: Matthias becomes a little larger and a little smaller at the same time.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here!

RECOMMENDED ♫ DEADLY AVENGER "Raiju"





DAY 063-064
NO MATTER HOW MUCH

“No matter how much suffering you went through,
you never wanted to let go of those memories.”
— Haruki Murakami

At first, in the calm following the storm, nothing seems amiss. When the residents awake, it is to another glorious morning dawning in the unsettling paradise that is Mathias Township. Indeed, it does seem rather glorious that morning, for there is sunshine in a blue sky that has been cleared of any remnant of the angry storm clouds from the day before. But before long, residents will start to notice signs of something being not quite right.

It should be a familiar sensation to most by now.

It begins as just a feeling, a strange hint of something in the air, a nagging voice at the back of the mind. They can't quite put their finger on it but there is something. Something wrong, something that shouldn't be — which is quite a statement in a town where everything shouldn't be. But then the pieces will begin to come together.

A person has gone who ought to be there. This in itself is not a strange occurrence, for many have vanished and then returned, or not. This time, though, it is one person, and then two and three... A dozen people or more have gone, with no trace of their whereabouts to be found.

No resident is alone, thankfully. There are others who also remain: friends, acquaintances, strangers. Others who are just as trapped in this nightmarish place.

As the hours stretch on and residents begin to venture beyond their self-claimed shelters and move about the town, they will find that their fellow captives are not the only things that have vanished. The Chasm is gone as well, the crack in the earth that once stretched across and cut off the western part of town. There is not even the smallest mark to show where it had once been; it has gone so completely that some might wonder if they had merely imagined it.






ABOUT THE NEW LOCATIONS

POPPY COTTAGE This bed and breakfast has a sense of casual elegance with the elusive quality of being both sophisticated and comfortable at the same time. Aside from being covered in dust and grime, of course.

PENHEW HOUSE Perhaps familiar to some in Mathias, this grand house is different from any of the others the residents have entered. It looks... new. Fresh. Clean. The usual thick layers of dust and grime that would be caked onto every visible surface are nowhere in sight; this absence may be a relief for some and unsettling to others. There are certainly other unsettling things to be found in this location.

THE OLD CHURCH Barely more than ruins, the property is marked by a crumbled stone outline that has no roof and only partial walls, nothing left inside besides a broken cobblestone floor.

BANEBERRY HALL From the outside, Baneberry Hall seems like your average rich person's house, but one would be mistaken to assume anything of the sort. Even the baneberries that cover the back lawn leading to the forest treeline are deceptive, for they appear harmless but are fatal to any human foolish enough to eat them.

The building is decaying from within. The rooms have begun to rot, from the parlors and libraries still done up in grand and expensive style to the bedrooms that have locks on the doors and bars on the windows. There are restraints in some of those bedrooms, while others are bereft of sharp objects. In the hall closets, there are identical sets of white pajamas of all sizes, and the offices have locked cabinets (that may be picked) full of a rainbow of sedatives (that will not replenish). The names on doors and in logbook lists are all smudged beyond legibility, and all paperwork has been water-damaged and weathered, leaving no indication of who may have been kept in those bedrooms or why. But within each room, there is an item that may be familiar to one of the residents now wandering its halls. As caked in dust and grime as anything else, each item is placed as if it belongs there, as if it might have been there for years. But it couldn't have been... could it?



ABOUT THE ITEMS FROM HOME

Within the unsettling walls of Baneberry Hall, residents may find OBJECTS that are uncomfortably familiar to them. Each item has one singular memory attached to it that, when touched in any way, will be experienced first hand, as if the person receiving it had lived it themselves. This person will endure all of the associated emotions and psychological reactions to the memory that the memory's owner experienced.

— Items may only be found within Baneberry Hall. These items from home are not all in one room or a specific location but instead are scattered throughout the bedrooms. (Only the items on this list are available to this group.)

— Ownership and possession of the item are important elements to this event. While the item is in possession of someone who is not its owner, it will continue to infect all who touch it with the memory that belonged to its owner. The item will also, before long, begin to make the possessor ill, both physically and emotionally uncomfortable and upset. This only occurs until the item is reunited with its owner, or until it is no longer in someone else's possession. (For example, if Person A finds Person B's teddy bear and carries it with them, they will continue to experience the bear's associated memory until they no longer have it in their possession, whether this means they have left it somewhere or it has been returned to Person B.)

— Recipients of memories will retain those memories even after the event has ended.

— When the owner of an item finds their item or has it returned to them, they will also experience the memory once themselves, having it returned to them as if they had just lived those moments again. The memory is only replayed once in their minds and then the memory effect of the object is gone. After this point, the item can be held by the owner or any others without consequence.

— If a person removes an item from its room in Baneberry Hall but does not remove the item from the property entirely, the item will be mysteriously returned to its original location when no one is looking. This is so that people do not have to keep close track of where items are going in the possible changing of hands, so the original owners can still easily locate the item without having to plan in great detail. Once an item is removed from the property, it will not return to its original location even if it is discarded by the possessor before reaching its original owner. Instances such as this should be planned among all involved parties, including the owner of the item.

— Once an item is removed from the property, please comment below so that information may be updated. Items that are not removed by the end of the event may reappear at a later time, so accurate records are essential.

— Before an item's memory is viewed by someone other than the owner, permission must be granted or requested for that memory to be viewed by another character. Because the experience is an uncomfortable one for the other characters, the viewing of memories not their own should ideally be kept to a small number.








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 new boundaries.
— 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 from the western section of town entirely.
— 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 AND DEATHS continue! Yennefer, Number Five, and Tony Stark have vanished and Ellie is still missing, though this may be difficult to tell with half the town also seemingly having vanished. Will Graham's body may be found within the ruins of the Old Church; he appears to have been frightened to death. (If someone decides to take care of the body, please report it below. For in-game reasons, this does not need to be coordinated across groups.)

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 yet another amazing new map of Mathias!

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 For those who don't know, I run a summer program that is set to start in just 2 weeks. We've only recently been given the green light to go ahead in person, so it's a scramble to get everything pulled together in time. My non-RP life is going to be busy and chaotic for the next while and I am thus asking for your forgiveness and understanding as things continue to be slow, as I cannot guarantee timely mod responses beyond weekends, and even that is not guaranteed.

NEXT LOG Because of the aforementioned real-life chaos, the next log will be more relaxed and free form with everyone coming back together again and having a few chill days. It would be very much appreciated if some of the more intense investigations could be saved to take place in future logs, as the new locations that are opening up in this log will remain open in the next few at least and there will be plenty of time to explore all their mysteries.

ITEMS FROM HOME The items from home remaining in Baneberry Hall will not be available past this log, at least not in this form, so if you would like to play with these elements, you should not sleep on this opportunity. More things may show up in the future but, for now, this is the main event.

DW NOTIFS Back at the beginning of the year, the issue of missing email notifs was discussed in a code push plurk by Mark of the DW admin team. For those who missed it, the gist is that the issue with missing notifs is not going to be fixed anytime soon. The issue is so sporadic that the dev team has concluded the only way to possibly fix it is to redo the notification system entirely. This issue does not extend to DW's internal inbox, so short of checking every thread you're involved in, the DW inbox is the best way to make sure you're not missing things.

ACTIVITY CHECK Beginning with June's AC (posted at the start of July), all tags that consist of only dialogue will count as 0.5 comments, not just those that occur in an inbox thread. This applies to both AC and AP totals.



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conning: (screencaptures_491)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-20 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You are normal," Neal says firmly. "Different baseline than most people, sure. But it's not your job to fight a baseline you can't change. If they want to know you, they should adjust their expectations. Meet you where you are. As who you are. You don't need to be better. You're great."
conning: (screencaptures_106)

UHHH DAY 63 WHY NOT

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Neal hits the ground on his back as the memory ends, staring up into the closet her just started to search. He's not even sure what he touched, up on that shelf, but he's sure he's not going to reach for it again.

Hardison, drowning. Drowning. That man--Damien--staring him down. That familiarity, that hate, that longing. It's familiar. Maybe not in its specifics, but...

Neal has to take a moment to gather himself, rolling carefully to his feet and dusting himself off. He feels wrung out. Emotionally hung over. This place is going to break him if he keeps brushing up against memories like those. He shivers, stepping out into the hall and trying to mark the room he just came out of, so he can tell Eliot where he touched the whatever-it-was. He can at least do that much, if he sees him.

And he does. About an hour later, in one of the offices, as he spots a closed cabinet and pulls out his lock pick set to go after it. He steps inside and Eliot is sitting at the desk, flipping through paperwork. Neal halts abruptly, getting that same vertigo feeling of seeing his own face from the outside, but it's not his face. Just like that wasn't really his memory.

He's going to lose his mind like this.

"Find anything interesting?" He doesn't manage to sound as casual as he'd like.
tinstar: (Eyebrows)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-20 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
The Marshal wasn't wholly sure how he felt when Negan strolled into view, the lean form that he hadn't noticed in such dangerous detail an echo of that carefree swagger that had carried Negan away from the scene of his crime. Thump thump thump - That fucking carefree smile. "No exceptions."

Such a stark contrast to the man he knew.

"My feet are bleedin', I feel like I'm a hundred years old and I can't scratch my ass without hurtin' my hand. I'm peachy fuckin' keen." The set of his brow and his tone suggested otherwise.

"Not to mention my head bein' full of other people's memories." If that was any hint as to why his expression was so dark and stormy. He wanted to see if Negan knew what he was talking about, and open a door for Negan confessing to his own crimes. Negan had no reason to know what Raylan was talking about but if he did, that would be telling on it's own.
conning: (screencaptures_735)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You're wrong," Neal says quietly. "Maybe you couldn't save her, maybe we can never really save anyone--"

He can't help thinking about turning to face that monster the first time he died, how irrelevant the action was. Running back into the fire after Raylan. Neal shifts his grip on Negan so he can squeeze the other man's upper arms lightly. "Maybe you can't save anyone. But you can try. And you want to try. You keep trying."

His smile is small and worried and fades fast as he relives the impact of the bat against Glenn's skull again. "You're not nothing until you stop trying."
sharker: (well that went well)

[personal profile] sharker 2021-06-20 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Archie," she offers, without elaboration. Her name, or a surpremely unhelpful attempt at an answer to his question? It's hard to tell.

She glances around at the church ruins surrounding them, still hoping for something interesting.

"Are you sure there's nothing here? I thought creepy old ruins were supposed to have buried treasure. Or at least ghosts."
sharker: (upset)

[personal profile] sharker 2021-06-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
She knows he wouldn't lie to her. It's a little scary, sometimes. Knowing that he'll tell her anything she wants to know, if only she asks. Even if they both end up regretting her asking later.

But it's good, too. She can trust him. He'll always be honest with her. She never has to wonder.

She listens intently to everything he says, nodding, trying to understand. Remembering everything she'd felt, he'd felt, during that memory.

"But you had to." Her eyes bore into him, a single tear trailing down her cheek without her realizing. "There was no other way. Right? There was no other way."
vampirebats: (pic#14493366)

[personal profile] vampirebats 2021-06-20 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You probably need to be home-- you're gonna get some sort of infection out here." And that'll be bad, considering they don't have nearly enough stuff to treat it. Concern outweighs everything else for a moment--

Well, at least until the mention of memories. His expression twitches, guarded. Well, fuck him. "Whose memory lane did you go down?"

He doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to bring it up, but-- "If it was mine, sorry for any nightmares you're gonna have now."
vampirebats: (pic#14493390)

[personal profile] vampirebats 2021-06-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"... We can save some, or at least keep them alive a little longer. That's what I was doing back home, you know?" He shifts his weight a bit, eyes dropping for a second.

"Maybe not always in the best way, but I became what they needed me to be. What I needed me to be to get the job done. It doesn't-- excuse it, I know." But it's all he can offer Neal, as far as why he beat a guy's fucking skull in without a wince of disgust in himself.

He lets out a sigh and reaches out to rest a hand on Neal's shoulder. "Hey, you wanna get back to-- whatever we're cooking here?"
likeknives: (Hurt - Don't ask me that Parker)

[personal profile] likeknives 2021-06-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I had to."

There's a tear and he hates himself that he was the cause of any pain she's experiencing.

"There was no other way."

Was there? He made his calculations, he took a risk, and he wouldn't have risked Hardison's life if he wasn't sure that it was a minimal risk, at that.

Because he couldn't bear to face Damien alone, couldn't allow himself to be subject to his manipulation. His weakness put Hardison in danger.

He doesn't break his gaze, but his voice betrays him. It wavers, just a bit.

"I did what had to be done."
likeknives: (Neutral - wishes)

SOUNDS GOOD TO ME

[personal profile] likeknives 2021-06-20 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot scarcely notices the approach, he's so engrossed in the paperwork, but he does notice enough to slow down in his shuffling and perusing.

He looks up to see Neal. "Strangely enough, both yes and no."

Eliot's voice is friendly enough, though Neal's voice doesn't sound quite...as it should be, in his opinion. Something happened, maybe? He puts down a stack of papers and gestures at it.

"Can't make sense of any of this, but that in and of itself tells us somethin'. Somebody doesn't want us to know about these records."
vampirebats: (pic#14493367)

[personal profile] vampirebats 2021-06-20 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Ugh--" He makes a face at that. "Yeah, okay, that's a good goddamn point."

Pickled faces may or may not be haunting him as much as that girl now, but he supposes it's an even trade for what Malcolm saw from his side. "Whatever you saw-- no one's exactly innocent in my world. you got to do shit to survive or someone else will do worse to you."

He huffs out a sigh. "Before I became-- the Negan you know and love, had to deal with a guy who tried to use my wife's chemo against me. Asshole had me locked up for days, beating the shit out of me, pissed I wouldn't tell him where I found the doctors who gave me the drugs. That was the first time I truly saw what the world was becoming, you know?"

He shrugs. "Also pretty goddamn sure that's why she gave up in the end, thought I'd probably skipped out on her."
sharker: (srsface)

[personal profile] sharker 2021-06-20 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't know exactly what Eliot's relationship with Moreau had been. She knows he'd done terrible things for him. And now, after feeling what Eliot had felt, staring him down in front of that swimming pool, she understands a little more. Damien Moreau was dangerous. He was dangerous to his enemies, the people who got in his way. The ones he sent people like Eliot after, to threaten and kill.

But he was dangerous to Eliot in a different way. He might not have killed him. But if Eliot had gone in there alone, if he hadn't had Hardison there, to protect, to remind himself of what was important...

Eliot's voice wavers, but Parker's gaze doesn't. She keeps watching him, and when he answers, she nods once, firmly. There was no other way. Not one that meant Eliot coming back to them safe and sound.

"Okay."

She reaches for him, dragging him close, wrapping her arms tight around him and burying her face in his chest without another word.
thering: (Doc712)

[personal profile] thering 2021-06-20 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Well. There are exceptional circumstances under which not every man has to die. But he understands that sometimes it doesn't feel like what they do and what they believe in really matters in the end. It is not a good or meaningful way to live life, to be born and just die and consider everything in between point A and point B to be inconsequential. But to overthink things and inflate one's self-importance in what time they do have isn't exactly ideal either.

"They were unfortunate," Doc says, agreeing that in that moment, bravery or cowardice aside, the dice had already been cast. Reductive, maybe, and it's not all about luck, but had they been somewhere else at the time, or living in a different village entirely, they might not have suffered the same fate.

"If you go down this path, with Xena, you-- never really escaped the fire. And you never will."
thering: (Doc536)

[personal profile] thering 2021-06-20 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
She will be offended. That is a given. But there's no gentle way to broach the subject. Doc is willing to offer support, should it be needed, or to take the blame should that conversation start to go sideways.

"For your bed or his?" Doc asks with a slight curl in the corner of his lips and a raised eyebrow. Normally he wouldn't pry and frankly it's not even any of his business, but that had been an easy target to prod and tease about.
thering: (Doc987)

[personal profile] thering 2021-06-20 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
It was one thing to hear that the missus's name was Winona but with Willa, too, the similarities are just too uncanny. Doc doesn't bring up that Wynonna's sister was called Willa also. That story didn't have a happy ending. Very few cowboy stories seem to, come to think of it.

That there won't be space in the motel room for anyone or any time in between the stakeouts and the meetings and the getting shot at and the Willa time is obvious enough to Doc that he doesn't mention it to Raylan. No point rubbing the loneliness in, but some of that stems from what he has devoted his life to doing. You can't bring a slice of the idyllic moments of Mathias and expect it to slot and fit perfect into Harlan. It don't work that way.

"Contessa was my wife. Everyone knows her as Kate, although she was not the woman in the photographs that have survived today. We could not get married." Not that they needed the bells and whistles to know what they had. "Even if we had wanted to, it was a felony for me to marry someone who wasn't white, and for her to marry someone who was. No one would officiate, and I didn't want anyone shooting her." He expects not needing to explain much more than that to a Kentucky lawman who must have seen his own fair share of unprovoked racial violence, so he leaves the topic of Kate unless Raylan wants to ask further.

"Alice is. My mother. Though she did not know it, I was there when she died. I got tuberculosis from trying to be there for her in a small, dark pit under her room so she wouldn't wither away and die alone." Doc crosses his arms and turns his back to the frame, leaning against it as he heaves a long sigh. "I don't recall telling Wynonna about her, but she named our daughter Alice. I can only hope that she won't suffer a similar fate. Kate left me shortly before I was on my deathbed. And though I bear no ill will towards her for it, it is a terrible thing, to die sick and alone." And scared. Not that the Doc Holliday would ever admit to being scared.
abrightboy: (wants to help)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-20 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
“We haven’t really been… I mean, he’s usually pretty tired by the time he comes to night shift,” Malcolm admits, fidgeting. He brightens and looks over at Doc. “But he wants to find an empty house to take me dancing,” he adds with thinly concealed excitement. That is a proper date.
tinstar: (Peering over yonder)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-20 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a well and long practiced tone. No one had the rights to know what he was thinking and he made damned sure to not covey any hints. His job demanded it, to say nothing of his personal life and how he dealt with that.

"Can't say that I blame him, if I'm honest," he replied with a faint lift of his eyebrows. If someone stayed after all that, they were just as messed up as she was. "Remind me to not get in your way at work."

Raylan shrugged at her oh. "It's not the same kind of glamour as a serial killer, but what we lack in glamour, we make up in mineshafts and redneck fuckary. Little more twisted, sometimes. There's a reason I hate bein' in Kentucky." So long as they'd successfully moved off his failed marriage, he was fine. It was the way it was.
tinstar: (downlooking)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-20 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Mathis encouraged pensive moods and everyone was so eager to see him returned to his child without thinking about what kind of life he brought with him. It wasn't the same life as Art had - where he could go home every night and not worry about if someone was following him.

"Thought about goin' back to Glynco for Winona's sake but.." He shook his head. "Chasin' down assholes and shootin' is the one thing I'm good at." This job was the one successful thing in his life. He couldn't step back from that.

"And it wouldn't stop the people already after me. Better that I keep the badge and have a legal recourse to puttin' them in the ground and off my plate for good. It'd be like askin' you to never fire a gun again - you think we'd do well with those rules?" His head bobbed. "Maybe you would. Still young enough to change some parts of you, but I think I'm too far gone. I'm gonna be a Marshal until they kick me out or kill me."

He'd long ago made peace with that and he wasn't going to lower his level of protection power as a way to keep Willa safe. That seemed counterproductive, for all the arguments he made.
abrightboy: (pays attention)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-20 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
“That’s an awful position to be in and I don’t know what I would have done in your shoes but… there’s only so much any mind can take before it snaps,” Malcolm says. “Nobody is meant to endure what you endured.”
ofthegeek: (time 2 do something brave)

[personal profile] ofthegeek 2021-06-20 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ On the one hand, this saves Hardison the trouble of having to ask for that hug. It's actually pretty much exactly the hug he was hoping for, banking on-- Parker's head under his chin, her deceptively wiry little arms and straight-up superhuman strength, very solid and very real and a lot more grounding than anything else he had on hand.

Past-tense. It happened, past-tense, no matter how fresh it feels, and she's here, and he loves her, and she might bruise his ribs, actually? He'll just have to take the risk. He knew it when he signed on. Hardison wraps his arms around her, tight as he can, like maybe that will magically be able to make her immune to whatever the hell it was that just happened to him.

They've managed weirder, right?

On the other hand, Parker hugged him. Threw herself at it in the kind of way she almost never, ever does, deathly serious, and Hardison goes ahead and splits the difference between dread and concern right there on the spot. Wanting a hug takes the backseat to whatever this is.

Did she see it? She couldn't have seen it. He was just in there, they're coming from different directions. Which doesn't exactly narrow down the possibilities on what does have her this upset. Town they're trapped in considered and everything. ]


Hey-- it's okay. [ Well. ] Is it okay? Are you okay? Gimme the briefing, mama, what happened, we'll- we'll handle it.

[ Local man conspires to learn to hack reality like the Matrix for his beautiful girlfriend, news at 11. ]
walkingtrigger: (pic#14813474)

[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-06-20 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You could do a lot of good at Glynco," the younger marshal agreed. His voice sliding into the 'old soul' tone that surfaced, when the weight of experience he shouldn't have came to the fore.

"Those skills you're talking about, teaching the next generations of Marshals? You're going to save some lives without ever being present." Lives of Marshals and of the people those young men and women would be protecting.

"I ain't suggesting you turn in your badge, Raylan. I known damn good and well we're going to be putting that thing on top of your coffin when the time comes. And I know you got enemies. Just suggesting that there's no need for you to go gathering any more."

Tim fell quiet then, trying to imagine a life like that for himself. His pinkie curled a little tighter around Raylan's as he peeked under rugs he's thrown down over ugly mental scars when he'd gotten out of the Army.

"I'd have to do some real thinking, Handsome." The word slipped out. "But you challenge me with those words and I can't say that I kneejerk hate the idea. Think there may come a time, if I can get through all the shit in my head without self destructing, I might want to get away from the mad minute."

Teaching hadn't ever occurred to him until this conversation. But now that he'd voiced the idea, gotten a small taste, the idea didn't suck.
walkingtrigger: (pic#14791795)

[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-06-20 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Big hair. Nope, still not narrowing it down much, and wow is that a depressing realization. Maybe Art was right. He was always looking to kill someone else. ]

Long hair. Short hair? [ He gestured with the idea of hair brushing his shoulders, or hair up tight, like his own curls.

As for her question. Tim sucked a tooth and sighed softly as he pried himself back up into a sitting position. ]


Soldier. [ He pointed at himself. She used the word herself, he was assuming she knew what being a soldier meant. Lots of killing. ]
walkingtrigger: (pic#14813470)

[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-06-20 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
'least he turn me into paste' that was going to prove to be an unfortunate choice of phrase!

"I've seen punches from trained Rangers, to deep hollar scrappers, and I agree with Negan. You have a hell of a swing on you." Yes, yes he knew that physical violence was not considered something to encourage and rah rah over. But Malcolm's huffed laugh was more than a little infectious and this conversation felt a lot more natural then some of the others they'd had.
walkingtrigger: (pic#14813472)

[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-06-20 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no reason for Tim not to take Neal at his word, so he simply nodded and began to gingerly pick his way towards the next room on their itinerary.

Neal could definitely move faster if he didn't have the injured marshal with him, so Tim offered up a question to pass the time as he inched his way down the hall.

"What do you think of all this? Mathias allowing us over to this side of the chasm after all this time?"
abrightboy: (legit smile)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
“When you’re smaller than most of the people they anticipate you arresting, you have to take self defence seriously. Even if your instructor puts you in the women’s class,” Malcolm told him.

He lowered Tim onto the couch.

“Plus I got beat up at school a lot. My mother made me take krav maga with her with Grace Jones.”