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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- callisto (xena warrior princess),
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- dorian pavus (dragon age),
- elena gilbert (the vampire diaries),
- elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries),
- eliot spencer (leverage),
- ellie (the last of us),
- john carter (er),
- klaus hargreeves (the umbrella academy),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- parker (leverage),
- raylan givens (justified),
- the darkling (grishaverse),
- tim gutterson (justified),
- wynonna earp (wynonna earp),
- ~ bucky barnes (marvel live action),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ jeff calhoun (original),
- ~ neal caffrey (white collar),
- ~ tai (star wars)
065-071 ยป assign to oblivion / part iii
WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Mathias Township proper
WHEN: Days 065-071
WHAT: The residents of Mathias reunite under unnerving conditions.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED โซ Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross "Outside"
navigation | faq | locations | report updates
WHERE: Mathias Township proper
WHEN: Days 065-071
WHAT: The residents of Mathias reunite under unnerving conditions.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here!
RECOMMENDED โซ Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross "Outside"
DAY 065-071
ASSIGN TO OBLIVIONโNo matter how much time passes, no matter what takes
place in the interim, there are some things we can never
assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.โ
— Haruki Murakami
Only two days have passed since the town was fractured, leaving residents cut off from those they'd come to know and even care for. A mere two days of wandering the new streets, uncovering more secrets that continue to make little sense of this strange place. Two days with sunrises, sunsets, and nights that seem like any other.
And yet.
When residents wake on this third day, they will find that much has changed. All around them, wherever they may be, there are signs that time has passed without them. Dust covers everything, indoors and out, even areas that were spotlessly clean seemingly hours ago. The residents themselves are covered as well, dust clinging to their hair, skin, and clothing—
Clothing that they may not have been wearing when they went to sleep. Each resident, regardless of the state they were in previously, is now clad in a pair of white pajamas, with long pants and button-up shirts. Those who thoroughly explored Baneberry Hall will easily recognize these articles as identical to those well-stocked in the decaying great house. On top of this, the clothes they wore from home have disappeared, along with anything else they may have brought with them when they arrived or items from home that have been found within the borders of Mathias.
There is no sign that anyone has entered their place of shelter, nor is there any sign of what may have been done with these items or how they came to be wearing these clothes. The dust all around them is undisturbed, almost as if they had been sleeping there for quite some time, though it seems impossible for such a thing to have occurred naturally.THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the lawn of Town Hall, at the center of the little town square. They, too, are bereft of any items from home and clothed in the identical white pajamas. There are shops all around them, with houses just beyond, and at first glance, everything seems almost picturesque. Except for the silence that is at times so complete as to be maddening... Welcome to Mathias.
SUMMERTIME
— When summer arrives, so too does an outdoor stand in front of the General Store. Sporting a handpainted sign proclaiming Whateley Farm, the stand is overflowing with a variety of produce: berries, plums, carrots, cabbage, cucumbers, green beans, leeks, onions, peppers, potatoes, zucchini, tomatoes, and garlic bulbs. These do not replace the produce offerings normally found inside the market, but they do behave strangely. The stand replenishes sporadically, sometimes every other day or every five days. There is no discernible pattern to when it replenishes, nor is there any sign of how it came to be there at all.
— With the now-complete reverse change of season, much of the autumn debris has cleared from around town. Only a few stray leaves and fallen branches remain, their crisp colors at odds with the warm summer days. The forest has also cleared of much of the fall detritus, making it easier to both follow the paths and potentially spy things that might be out of the ordinary.CONDITIONS UPDATE — THE WEATHER Summer has arrived in Mathias, bringing with it warm days that average 70ยฐF and comfortably cool nights. The skies are clear throughout the week save for Day 68 when a light rain falls from a grey sky throughout the day.
— THE FOG has maintained its 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! Max Guevara and Liz Brundy have disappeared, and now that everyone is back together, residents will notice that Yennefer, Number Five, and Tony Stark have also vanished.
— 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 — 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 My non-RP life is busy and chaotic and I continue to ask for your forgiveness and understanding as game things continue to be slower, as I cannot promise timely mod responses beyond weekends and even that is not wholly guaranteed.
— ITEMS FROM HOME All items from home that characters would normally possess have vanished for this log and will return in the next. This includes clothing and possessions they had when they arrived in Mathias, items that were found in the rain, and items that were found in Baneberry Hall and removed from the property. Items from home that were left behind by other characters no longer in the game have also vanished. (All other items and clothing still remain, it is only items from characters' homes that have disappeared.)
— BANEBERRY ITEMS The items from home that were not removed from Baneberry Hall in the last log have vanished from the property. These items will not reappear in the next log. (Please be sure to comment in the appropriate spot on those logs about the state of your character's item for inventory purposes, ie whether they were removed from the property or left behind.)
— 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 points, not just those that occur in an inbox thread — this applies to both AC and AP totals. This adjustment is an extension of what has been in place since the start of the game: that all dialogue-only inbox tags counted for a half-point. Since such tags have occurred regularly in log threads as well, the half-point status is simply being extended to all tags regardless of location in order to be fairer in point distribution. (Examples will be provided in the AC post to assist with proper counting.)
QUESTIONS?
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In regards to the strange behavior, is this the uneven rate or replacement or is there something else?
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EXPLORATION
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REWARDS
Re: REWARDS
Characters involved: Malcolm Bright
Link to thread: No thread yet
Additional details: This is his memory as he'll see it.
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Tim Gutterson | Justified
Unless it's the Spanish Inquisition]Day 67 - Closed to Billy
Most mornings he was gone before the sun had finished clearing the horizon and it was hard to tell when he made it back home at night. Observant eyes, eyes belonging to folks who also lived or at least remembered living on a military schedule, could catch him in the mornings. He would hit up the General Store, then head for the more accessible path to the lighthouse where he would spend his day.
Occasionally he popped up at this ruined house, or that ruined house to reclaim some lumber, nails, odds and ends before heading back up the cliffside to the Lighthouse.
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Day 66 - lmk if I need to edit?
All Good!
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Day 71ish
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Raylan Givens | Justified
Day 65 - Little OTA late morning, early afternoon, closed to Malcolm mid afternoon for now
Malcolm, Come meet me on the other side of town. You can find me.
A second note was written, one for Tim - Tim, I'm on the other side of town. I'll call you later. It's all fine.
Raylan was irritated. He'd fallen asleep downstairs in his favorite chair in 1306, heart heavy and still in pain and when he woke up, everything was.. Something had changed. It only took one glance down at his chest, a wild check on his head that sent a plume of dust up into the air and a glance around the now dirty room for his hat for him to confirm it.
"Goddamnit," he muttered. Pushing to his feet, Raylan expected to find himself still aching in the deep, inconsolable way he had been since Mathis decided to beat him against the cliff face. There were questions - always questions. Why was he dressed in all white like he was about to get baptized? Where the fuck had his hat gone? Why was everything, including himself, fucking filthy?
But he couldn't stay here. Couldn't risk seeing Neal, suffering the warning glares he'd get, if the New Yorker would meet his eye at all. He could figure the dust and the clothes out later.
So Raylan wrote and set his notes out, and left.
By the afternoon, he'd gotten some non-baptismal clothes from Poe's Clothes and a shower, but it had also come with several drinks to steel himself. Malcolm was going to be coming over, a clean empty bottle left out on the porch railing as a sign of which house Raylan was in, and he wasn't going to be able to do this without at least a shot or two in his gut.
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Phone Call for Tim
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Day 67 - OTA
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going for the beach again because I like it as a setting ยฏ\_(ใ)_/ยฏ
It's a good one
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Day 68 - OTA
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the Grey Gull
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Night 68
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Grey Gull
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Day 69 - OTA
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Mid-afternoon - Locked to Malcolm
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Jeff Calhoun | Original
WILDCARD CATCH-ALL (DAYS 65 - 71)
Throw anything my way. I'm flexible. ]
Day 66, sorry for that whole mistaken identity thing
pffth he's used to it!
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MORNING OF 65, maybe after he's had a chance to change clothes?
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DAY 65 (Morning): Phillips Drive Commune
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OH, YEAH!!!
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DAYS 65-67: Coping & Magic (OTA)
Day 66
cw drug/addiction reference
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Magic time - Day 65, by the forest?
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magic for dummies
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DAY 68: A Musical Meltdown (OTA)
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Day 69 - Late Morning
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Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy
Days 065-067 {My soul is a little bit broken
I. Day 065: Re-Arrival
When he wakes up, it's not strange at first. Finding himself in the boarding house isn't strange because he lives there... But as he scrambles out of bed, he instantly recognizes the pajamas he suddenly finds himself inโ theyโre from Baneberry House, he remembers because he stood in the hallway while Elena fussed with them in that closet. Weird. He wonders how that happened.
As he starts looking around, he realizes there is a layer of dust in the room that doesnโtโฆ add up to the two days he was stuck in the parallel version of Mathias. And further still, some of his personal things are missing. โShit.โ he mutters under his breath and makes a note to ask the others if they noticed anything of theirs missing.
He makes the rounds to check on his people, most of whom are in various houses on Phillips Drive. Perhaps he finds them in their homes; or he runs into someone on the way there?
He checks the general store and finds the new produce carts, and notes most everything looks like itโs otherwise in order there.
He spends a large majority of the day seeking his brother out; one might catch him roaming the streets, checking houses and buildings, calling out for, โFive? Five, this stopped being funny awhile ago!โ
II. Day 066: Evening
All day yesterday, he'd searched for his brother. All night, heโd waited up for him to pop back into the room with that weird ozone smell that always lingered behind his spacial portals. He passed out waiting, still in those all-white pajamas, and woke up to a still-empty, dusty room that looked and felt so wrong without the jumpy, snarky presence of his brother inside of it.
He tried again today, but every single corner he turned that didnโt reveal his brother was like another knife in his chest. No. No, he couldnโt be here alone. He couldnโt be. And the longer the day draws on, and the realization that Max is nowhere to be found too, the weight of it all just sits heavily on his shoulders, in his chest, acting like a lead anchor on his entire world.
[Only one (1) door answer thread please!]
When he arrives to #1306 that night, Klaus is wrung out, and his eyes are red from crying. He knocks on the door, the odd-patterned knock he always used that let people know it was him, but in a frenetic way, desperate
Once itโs determined that no one in the house has seen his brother, in any parallel places they may have been, or since they got back, itโs everything he can muster not to just curl in a ball on the floor right then and there. He opts for the couch in the living room instead, knees drawn up to his chest, looking like a slight wind might knock the breath right out of him.
III. Day 067: Afternoon
Klaus has finally resigned himself to the idea that, apparently, his brother and one of his longest-standing friends in this stupid town are both just gone, like so many other people before them had just disappeared without a trace. He remembers the redhead that had stumbled onto the group meeting that day had said something about being a scientist, so he had an idea. It wasnโt a great one, probably. Five would definitely yell at him about it if he found out about it later, but that didnโt matter now, did it? Because he wasnโt here.
He goes over to the house heโs pretty sure heโs seen her go into before, and knocks on the door, waiting for her to answer; he doesnโt know her like he knows the men of 1306, which he sometimes wanders into at random, without a knock at all. He hadnโt last night, too worn out and exhausted. He still looks that way now as he waits for an answer.
IV. Day 067: Evening
The house is littered with an array of electronic pieces and parts he couldn't begin to guess what they went to before they were ripped out and taken down to their smallest pieces. He doesn't really care who or what they belonged to, either. He has a trashbag's worth of clothes, snacks, and knick-knacks he's collected over his handful of months in this godforsaken townโ none that he had shown up here with, those things seemed to still all be gone; he feels the lack of the weight of Daveโs dog tags the most. A bottle of shine he'd squirreled away at one point and several packs of cigarettes, and... that's it. His entire life in this place fit in a small trashbag.
There's something so goddamn familiar about that, that it makes him laugh. It's an empty, hollow kind of thing, and it echoes in the house, empty except for him, with no other people to make noise inside it. He isn't sure if that's a good thing or not. But it doesn't matter, because that's the way it is. He could have stayed across the street again, he knows the guys wouldn't mind (Ainsley might, she doesn't exactly talk to him much and she gives him creepy vibes, so he has no qualms about avoiding her when heโs there), but it feels too much like placing yet another burden at the feet of the people who do the most for this town as a whole goddamn community. That's not something he can let himself do.
But he couldn't go back to the boarding house, either. That was why he had taken Caitlin to copy all of Five's equations down. It had taken awhile, but with the two of them working on it together, it cut the time down some. Klaus didn't understand any of it, but maybe she could. Or if Five came back, they would have copies of it all before someone or the town itself got rid of it all...
He isn't sure he wants Five to come back; it's better if he's not here. Better he's there to stop their Apocalypse back home and set everything to rights again.
He drops the bag next to the couch and crumbles into a heap on top of it, dragging his knees up to hug them to his chest. He hates this town so goddamn much. The longer he lays there, the harder it becomes to ignore those old, familiar thoughts, and a few new ones, too.
He reaches for the bag and pulls it closer, leaning half over the couch to dig through it, finally producing his over-stuffed pill bottle and shine. A slow, pleased smile pulls over his lips.
He swings to a sitting position, and sets the booze bottle between his legs while he pops the cap from the pills and spills a handful of them out. He plucks four of the small, round yellow ones, Xanax or an offbrand, he thinks, and shoves them all into mouth.
He dumps the extra pills back into the container and buries the bottle back into his bag.
That bottle of shine will be well into half-gone, and a few more of those pills taken, by the time anyone might find him. Heโs sprawled on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, taking periodic drags from a cigarette or sips from the bottle in his hand.
II - Day 066: Evening
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Day 65
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Callisto | Xena: Warrior Princess
065
[Even after finding her own memory - or maybe especially after finding her own memory - Callisto continues to relentlessly hunt through Baneberry Hall, looking for more of other people's terrible and traumatic memories to throw herself into. For the first time since coming to Mathias, she falls asleep indoors, and she does so by accident: conking out on a couch far later than she usually goes to bed, and sleeping lightly and restlessly throughout the night.
When she wakes, covered in dust and dressed in soft, cozy cloth rather than her leather armor, she feels a sudden and intense spike of rage that ends up fading into near-apathy just as quickly as it had come. She lies on her back for a while, tugging irritably at the clothing that somehow feels both too flimsy and too restrictive, but she can't muster up the energy to get up and do something about it.
When she finally does rouse herself, she searches through the entire building, much as she has been for the past two days: picking up objects, looking for more memories, but also searching for her armor now, too. Of course, she finds neither, but that doesn't stop her from keeping at it for most of the day.]
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i'm assuming Greek for his dialogue, but lmk if i'm wrong and i'll edit!
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Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition
Arrival - Fear and Loathing in Mathias
"Vishante Kaffas! What am I wearing? These aren't my clothes!" His eyes finally snap up and around, looking for a familiar face at first, fully expecting some prank to have been pulled on him.
"SARA! SARA I KNOW YOU'VE DONE THIS GET OUT HERE RIGHT--" He pauses, finally realizing that nothing even looks remotely familiar.
"...Now..." Some of the color drains from his face.
"By the Maker, what is this place?" He's forgotten about what he's wearing for the time being, even if a hand idly brushes at any dust or dirt to keep the pristine white of the cloth. He stands, gawking at the buildings and streets briefly before his brow furrows. His hands start patting himself down for anything, a pendant, a gem, anything that could be magical to have brought him here. Also frustratingly realizing he doesn't have anything on him at all.
"Am I still in the Fade?" He'll look around at the various buildings and streets. It doesn't look like the Fade. And he doesn't see any spirits or anyone else... He'll close his eyes and breathe out, focusing, trying to will himself awake. He growls in mild frustration before rolling up his sleeve and pinching himself as a last resort.
"Ouch!" He frowns with a sigh, "Alright then, not a nightmare."
"HELLO!? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?? Can you please tell me what I'm doing here and why you've taken my clothes??" He looks around expectantly as if shouting into the air will summon someone.
"You have a very strange way of coming on to me! Kidnapping isn't sexy you know!! HELLOOOOOO????" He waits for a few more heartbeats, hands on his hips in impatient frustration. He'll then turn and look up at the Town Hall. That seems big and important, best to head inside and check it out for answers or clues. Maybe someone is in there he can talk to instead of looking like a lunatic in the middle of the lawn. He's still grumbling and fussing at his clothes, brushing off more dirt as he goes.
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Days 65-71 - Quick Options
General Store any day from 67 forward
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woods; day 067
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the woods; sorry for the delay!
No worries! <3
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MAAAAGIC - i feel you should know i almost tagged this as gil arroyo from prodigal son whoops
I MEAN Gil is A+ but he's also not in Mathias XD so sad
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Wildcard!
NEAL CAFFREY || WHITE COLLAR
Afternoon of Day 65 - Locked to Malcolm
He leaves it on the kitchen island in plain view.
He's been working on something else, too, and though he hasn't gotten the hang of what he wants to make yet, he's figured out a few simple things. In this case, the simplest of them is a tiny bouquet of twizzler flowers left on Malcolm's pillow, arrayed there the way they would be on the side of a cake at home.
It's not a move, not an attempt to take advantage of what he can only assume will go (went?) badly. Just him trying to soften the blow. Remind Malcolm that he's got people who would choose him, if it came right down to picking.
After he sets up the little gifts, he retreats to his garage bedroom, turning on a fan. It's warm in here, and he can't decide whether or not that's an improvement over the chill of autumn. He tries for a little while to read, but can't focus. So instead he starts working on a wire frame of a small bird, another idea that he wants to try out. It's all wires stripped from appliances and walls in unoccupied houses on the other side of town. He doubts anybody is going to miss them.
So there he sits on the bed, legs crossed, twisting little bits of copper together to try and get the shape he wants.
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Evening of Day 65 - closed to Negan
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AFTERNOON OF 66??
WORKS FOR ME
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Evening of 70 - closed to Negan
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AFTERNOON OF 69 - can it be? a thread locked to malcolm? GASP
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Morning/Midday of 70 - Locked to 1306-But-Particularly-Doc
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Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son
Day 65 - well after dark; locked to Doc
God, that seems like a year ago, when he thought he was joining Raylan for the promised dancing date. He goes upstairs when he gets back to 1306, to his empty room. There are flowers on his pillow. ...He turns on the light. Neal. Neal made flowers out of licorice and put them on his pillow.
He feels like he's going to cry again. Is his heart going to burst or collapse? Where is Neal? Probably in bed already. He hopes that's where Doc is, too, so he's easy to find.
He turns and unplugs the lava lamp, tucking it under his arm and heading back downstairs, letting himself into the garage where there is, indeed, a dark lump in the blankets on Doc's bed. He plugs in the lava lamp and turns it on, then crawls into the bed and presses his face between Doc's shoulderblades.
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Day 66 - Locked and OTA
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Night 66
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Day 67 - OTA
cut off one thread and two more shall take its place
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Day 68 - Locked and OTA
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Day 69 - Locked
Morning
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AFTER MALCOLM TALKS TO JEFF, I can't remember what day that is RIP me
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daisy johnson | marvel
day 65 ยป open, outside + her house
let me dream forever cause its better when i'm numb
day 65;
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day 66-68 ยป open, outside + town hall
day 69 ยป open, bookstore + general store
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69
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day 69 ยป closed
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Tai | Star Wars
Day 65-71
But also, the years he's spent studying the Jedi way have left him with some pretty strong habits, so each day in the morning and evening, he stops for a while to meditate. That, too, is a form of exploring, since at least for now, he picks different places each time. Always somewhere out of the way enough that he can expect not to be immediately disturbed, but each time a new place, picking up what he can from his surroundings. He's not expecting to learn anything big, but it at least might help him wrap his mind around what he's dealing with.
The Force seems somehow weaker here than he's used to, so it might not be as visually impressive to the casual onlooker as it would be otherwise. Still, there are probably a few small objects, pebbles and sticks and the like, quietly floating around him as he sits crosslegged on the ground, eyes closed.
Day 69
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Day 65
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Ellie | The Last Of Us 2
DAY 65
She doesn't recognise the clothes she's wearing, and that freaks her out enough that she practically fights her way out of bed. Her clothes are gone. This is the room in 1304 Phillips where she's been staying since she got to Mathias, though it's blanketed in that dust now. But her clothes are gone and that feels pretty violating. She tears through the room.
The clothes she got at the store in town are still there. And Yennefer's charm is still there around her wrist, though Dina's bracelet isn't. She pulls on jeans and a shirt (though she can't find shoes, since she'd been wearing her shoes from home). She tears through the house next, looking for Yen. The sorceress isn't there, but that doesn't mean much.
She just leaves the house, no shoes and all, and looks around. It's...different. The weather is different.
"Fuck, please don't let me be the only one here," she says out loud.
A; closed to 1306 residents
Her first stop is 1306, where she bangs on the door pretty much nonstop until someone answers. She's visibly shaken, still a little dusty, and anxiously shifting from one foot to the other.
B; OTA
After that, catch her at the Gull, Town Hall, or just really wandering around town. She won't go very far out yet, waiting to see who or what else she can find. This is a really strange time for her, after all.
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Eliot Spencer | Leverage
Day 65 - OTA
This sucks.
Eliot coughs, sending a plume of dust into the air as he slowly gets up. He runs a hand through his hair and comes back with...ugh, more dust when he realizes that he's not wearing the same clothes as he went to sleep with.
It takes him another second to realize that what he was wearing were the identical pajamas from Baneberry Hall.
"What the hell...?"
He tugs at the material, both horrified and somehow resigned to the fact that this kind of thing apparently just happens in this place. He can't believe that this kind of thing apparently just happens in this place but clearly, it does.
The dust doesn't make any sense though. It's all around him, on the bed, like he'd been lying there for years. It's not possible, even if years had past--a person couldn't survive without food or water like that and yet here's evidence that some time has seriously passed.
"I hate this place."
b. Afternoon: Wake me up inside -
Eliot's a lot more cautious this time around when he goes out to explore the town and see what's up. It seems that with the...shift that happened the night before, things are back to normal. The people that disappeared? They're back and he's thankful for that.
And now it seems to be summer, which is...well. He can't even vouch for what's normal in this place anymore so, whatever. Summer it is.
He stops by the vegetable stand multiple times--all right, with the weirdness that's happened lately at least something has gone right. He takes some of the produce home, and comes back and takes some to the Gull so that he can make a few things later. He's not entirely sure if the stand will replenish--he can't believe that he's actually expecting such things to happen now--so he's taking quite a bit.
One might find Eliot with an armful of carrots or cabbages or peppers or any number of stand produce, purposefully striding towards one destination or another, occasionally muttering something under his breath.
It might sound important but he's really just going over recipes he can try with this stuff...
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obligatory trio thread
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elena gilbert | the vampire diaries
[ OPEN ] | PICK ANY DAY.
[ this has to be some joke. it's not funny, though. elena knows she can tell a funnier one even when she's not trying (and she's not the funny one out of her friendship group).
the white pyjamas she wears look exactly like the ones she'd rifled through in baneberry hall's janitorial closetโฆ and dropped on the floor and left in a mess. she'd felt guilty after she had left the closet, of course. elena's not the type to try on clothes and then leave them in the changing rooms or in the wrong place out on the floor. she's the type of girl who goes and places it right back where it belongs.
so, that's what she tries to do. she tries to go back and put these pyjamas where they belong, but that's a little hard to do when she rifles through the clothes box in the boarding house and even wanders into one of the abandoned houses to try and pilfer clothes. there's nothing to wear but this white outfit.
no matter where she is, elena sneezes. why is there so much damn dust? ]
2. WHATELEY FARM.
[ it's part of her usual routine to wander into the general store every day (or every day when mathias doesn't decide to throw her somewhere else). in her white pyjamas with her straight hair down, elena can't help but wander over towards the stand. she's never seen it before. that's another thing in mathias that's new and strange.
she observes the produce with her hands behind her back. comparing them to the produce she remembers from back home, the carrots and plums and potatoes look the same as they always do, nice and full and bright. when she picks up one of the itemsโa carrot, a bright pepperโshe eyes it curiously. ]
Have you ever heard of this farm before?
[ hi, welcome. let's chat and conspire. ]
[ CLOSED ] | ELIJAH.
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bucky barnes | mcu
day 67-68
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The Darkling | OTA
[ He wakes up in dust, clothes all white, immediately recognizable from the place he and a few others had found themselves unwillingly separated in. The thoughts of mirrors and the shapes inside them are fresh in his mind when he looks around, though mulling over what it all meant is quickly pushed aside to focus on more serious matter.
The Darkling is back, but he's covered in dust. The whole places is--and, once he sits up in his bed, he immediately notices the absence of his kefta. It's what spurs him to head to Poe's Clothes for a change of wadrobe after a conversation with Alina.
The Darkling values his kefta, and not just for the status symbol it's become or because he appreciates the finer details of an aesthetic: while there had been no weapons in Matthis that he can see, the fact that his kefta was bulletproof helped him feel slightly more at ease. The security was of more comfort than anything else.
The lack of kefta speicfically is the reason why he can be found by the section of the store where all of the black coloured clothing is, still dressed in white. He's always been extremely aware that personal appearances can oftentimes be the first and only impression one gets, and so each shirt gets picked with care. If someone else enters he'll look up, frowning slightly, or occasionally glance their way out of curiosity. ]
Have you found the clothes you had on previously? During our separation.
[ He wants his damn Kefta back. ]
ii. Farmer's Market;
[ The first day it appears, the Darkling is cautious. He's lacking his kefta but he'd outright refused the white uniform, opting for black slacks and a black button-down from Poe's Clothes. At the moment he seems to be involved in a staring contest with some of the carrots: he's doubting if they're safe, and isn't too bothered if people catch him being openly wary. They should be equally suspicious, in his mind.
Alternatively, after a day filled with negative conjecture regarding produce, the Darkling will eventually help himself to some of the fresh vegetables. The bags he takes are rather heavy, filled them mostly with root vegetables as he makes his way to the house he's claimed as his own. He's fairly nimble, but there's still a chance given the volume of his haul that there may be a near collision once he turns a corner. ]
iii. Cooking;
[ The Darkling is not a chef, nor does he take particular pride in cooking. While he appreciates the finer things in life, including food, for the most part eating is viewed as a simple means of procuring energy for ones body.
While he's not a talented cook, he's at least quite capable. He's lived long enough, hid long enough, learned from Baghra long enough that he's picked up quite a variety of skills, cooking being one of them needed for survival. While he'd never admit it and he has no attachment to the cultural identity of non Grisha, Ravka is still the country he's lived in most of his life. He refuses to call it anything close to homesickness. It's a yearning for normalcy.
The windows are open, the pungent smell of cooking cabbage wafting onto the street of Phillips Drive as shchi is prepared inside. The door's open, too, as the Darkling allows the house to breathe. It's practically an invitation to any curious passersby to stop in. ]
iii. Wildcard;
[ Have an idea? Go for it! The Darkling will be seen with Alina every morning at the Grey Gull over tea. He'll also be wandering the southern part of the woods and around the farmer's market area. If you'd like a starter or want to plot, feel free to hit me up at
iii. cooking
And while the final product will probably be a very nice soup, the current odiferous scents wafting out of the windows of the house are a little off putting. At least to his uncultured nose. They are, however, curious enough to draw him in through the open door. He recognizes, belatedly that perhaps he should have knocked but, eh details. Following his nose to the kitchen, where the scent is strongest he politely inquires.
"I've encountered more pleasant odors at the bottom of my gym bag. What are you doing?"
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I apologize for the borked attempt to write both prose and action
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Closed to Alina; Day 65
Day 68 - The Former Chasm
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ii. 2bins2bons: the vegetabling
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kitchen nightmares
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COOKING let's say day 70 bc things happen so much
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Doc Holliday | Wynonna Earp
Day 65 @ Wynonna
It's nearly impossible to resist the urge to tear the place apart looking for it. But he tries to just deal with the immediate vicinity first. The dust on everything. Getting changed into flannel and jeans. Making sure that the Phillips Drive and everyone in the vicinity is back, doing okay, not hurt or dealing with any other circumstance that requires immediate attention. Once all that is settled he hastily dumps the first load of dust-shaken-off laundry into the machine before he sets out.
His immortality can wait. He hasn't dropped dead with all hundred and thirty something years catching up to him in an instant. Wynonna Earp, however... cannot.
He rushes over to the house she had claimed, nearly tripping up the stairs of her porch to her door.
"Wynonna?" he calls out, knocking a few times before he entertains fleeting thoughts of trying to let himself in.
i am so sorry for taking this long
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Day 68 @ Tim
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I was gonna do a toplevel for Athena and then I got lazy so I'm doing this instead - POSTJEFF THREAD
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Negan | The Walking Dead
Day & Night (68)
You know, he expected Malcolm to come and find him, eventually. Hell, even running into Neal made sense. He's maybe mildly surprised to see Raylan hunting for him, but it seems to be the case when he hears his name from the other man's lips just as he's about to head right into another house, rummage around, pass out for a while, whatever.
It feels less like he's been living a... relatively comfortable life, hiccups aside, and more like he's back home sometimes. Just trying to keep moving, trying to keep his mind busy because shit sucks right now. Whatever the two New Yorkers insist, he's not... feeling especially better about his memories being right on display earlier.
He pauses for a second before he breathes out a sigh and turns to face the cowboy with a nod of his head. He plasters his best grin on his lips. "Well, what's up, Raylan? Missing those little one-one-one Negan chats?"
Evening | Locked to Malcolm
It's the first time in a bit he's bothered to come home, but the relief is almost... palpable. It feels like coming home, even if there's also an edge of danger to it with Doc's general opinion of him. But fuck it, it's three against one for wanting him back in the house, so he's trying to tell him the judgement doesn't fucking matter.
"Hey, fuckers, guess who's back!" He announces after a moment, hands sliding to his hips as he looks around, wondering idly if anyone's even here.
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Day 71 maybe?
That sounds good to me!
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