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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!
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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.
— 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.
— 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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"There really isn't," Raylan countered with a soft under the eyebrow look and a shake of his head. "Willa's the best thing I got goin' and I already know that Winona is only gonna let me into part of her life. Alls I got to go back to is loneliness and job spent fillin' the holes in my life. Assumin' nothin' here follows. Ain't a bad, I suppose. Not in light of what some people choose to fill it with but.."
He bobbed his head as he carefully propped his feet up on a nearby chair.
"You don't talk about her much. Alice. Will you tell me about her? I take it she was your wife.. back in life." He didn't know how Doc parsed it so he wouldn't assume, but the door was open for him to elaborate none the less.
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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.
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Lucky, maybe.
Raylan had also know that Doc was married to someone named Kate, but the treads getting weaved were still something of a surprise and the Marshal's brow pinched a little with it. He had nothing against interracial relationships or marriage but the fact of that matter was he simply hadn't thought about it being a part of Doc's story. He should have, considering but there was nothing to do but shut up and learn now.
And when Henry ended, Raylan nodded with a brief look in his lap before turning his eyes back up to the gunslinger.
"Yeah, that is." A terrible thing. "One that you're not gonna haveta worry about here. If nothin' else." There weren't a lot of silver linings here in Mathis, but that was one of them and Raylan wasn't going to harp on it. He would, however, fight anyone who argued about it. Henry wasn't going to leave any of them alone to suffer and goddamnit, Raylan wasn't going to leave him to do it.
"Good name for a baby too. Sweet of Wynonna, even if she didn't know. Bit'ta your family movin' on with you.. If we don't go back, that doesn't stop her from goin' on, you know. Either of 'em. Damage is done," he huffed, not wholly sure it was damage, and not wholly sure it wasn't. Him not being there wasn't enough to stop that from happening now.
"Suppose plenty of kids grow up without fathers." He just hadn't expected his or Henry's, really, to be one of those numbers.
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"I never wanted this. For anyone." Of course, everyone would go on with or without the cowboys. The world doesn't revolve around them. Even if Doc is slightly more eternal than Raylan, there will come a time when neither of them are going to be around. They would want the people they love to endure.
"I wanted to be a good man. Make amends. Keep my promises." He never prayed for fatherhood but he never prayed it away either. It was what fate had allotted him and he was willing to roll with the punches.
"Sometimes, this place..." Doc breathes out another long sigh, straightening up, dropping his head. What else is there to be said? Raylan can read his mind and finish that particular sentence.
"I'm going for a wander. There was sommin' strange upstairs last time - gon' check if anything's changed." He doesn't want to talk or think about either of the Alices. Or Wynonna. Or Kate. Even a short walk around this old house will help clear his head. While he is open, and honest, and true with Raylan, it doesn't mean he actually wants to talk about all these burdensome things he keeps close to his chest.
"Holler out if you see a black phantom crawling out the mirror trying to kill you." He'll come running in time to watch Raylan get eviscerated.
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There was so much that this place did that Raylan couldn't quite finish that sentence but the sentiment was understood. Sometimes Mathis made them question everything.
"I'll scream if I need a rescue. Promise. But first I'm gonna.. sit here for a minute. Rest my feet. Stare at these pictures. If I hear anythin' I'mma run up so please don't knock any lamps or somethin' over. Likely to plant my face on the landing in my scramble."
He wasn't going to stop Henry or force him to stay. Force him to spill any beans he wasn't comfortable spilling, and Raylan wouldn't begrudge him trying to offset how much of their hearts were tangled up in the conversation.
It was only once Henry was gone and Raylan had sat those few seconds, churning over an impossible series of what if's before he heaved a sigh and pushing himself to his feet. There had to be more to this house, more to that mirror, more to those pictures. Who's house was this? Someone important? It was clean, cleaner than everything else. It had to mean something.