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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2021-06-24 04:57 pm

065-071 » 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!

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DAY 065-071
ASSIGN TO OBLIVION

“No 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.”
— 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 70°F 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.)


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abrightboy: (you what?)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-30 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
“How, if we don’t know where you are. Come home, Neal. We’ll figure everything else out, but come home.”
tinstar: (Eyebrows)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-30 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan's bangs were wild in front of his sweat pricked face, the blood on his tongue and everything in him screamed to keep pushing. When had be gotten back on his feet? It was a blur. All that mattered was that his assailant was getting up again.

Not Neal. Neal wouldn't do this. He was anyone else for a second. Boyd maybe. Gary. Dewey.

He swung, punching down this time, aiming to put and keep Neal in the dirt. "Stop it," he snarls half a second afterwards. "Stop it!"

We were supposed to be family.
likeknives: (Neutral - hit hard)

[personal profile] likeknives 2021-06-30 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, the weird pajamas aren't up to your standards?"

There's a smirk. It's not like the weird pajamas were up to his standards either, but he's not gonna miss an opportunity to tease Carter about it.

"Yeah, it was just the damnedest thing. We were all fine it was just like everyone else was missing. Did some exploring, and..."

Y'know. He trails off. Everyone saw some of his worst moments.

"What about you? What was it like?"
conning: (screencaptures_207)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-30 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He hits the ground again, gratefully incoherent. Finally, finally outside his own head. All he's got is the will to get back up again. He doesn't know he's crying, can't distinguish between the blood and the tears on his face. He just wants to get up until he can't.
abrightboy: (you what?)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-30 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm looked over at Raylan.

“He’s disappointed. I think he feels I wasn’t standing up for myself.” He paused. “Do you think I let you off too easy?”
setthetone: (surprised - ummm)

[personal profile] setthetone 2021-06-30 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're the wrong color."

He wants his blue scrubs back. He's in surgery, not... whatever these were used for and he tugs at the sleeves in disdain, wondering what Dr. Benton would say if he saw him in these.

But he sobers when Eliot continues. Some exploring. Some things left unsaid.

Yeah, sounds about right.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Found some things for the clinic, though. We were at this institution. They had old charts there, some equipment. Unless that's gonna disappear next."

He tries to make it sound light-hearted but it's getting to him. These random disappearances, they're just unsettling.
tinstar: (Default)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-30 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"What do you want from this, huh?" Raylan asked, chest heaving a little, calm finally burned off in the stratosphere of bullshit, eyes dark and cold for all their anger that he wasn't supposed to have. Had no right to. To a point. They'd well crossed that point.

"We were supposed to be family and I trusted you and all you've done is kick me the hell around. I know I am not the victim here. And I am not asking for your goddamned sympathy but I am asking that if you want an actual answer, you let me give one. Otherwise, you're working out your shit and I'm not a fuckin' therapy punching bag."
abrightboy: (gasp)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-30 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm hears the scuffle before he sees who it is. It’s not until he approaches that he realizes. Neal on the ground, Raylan standing over him. They’re both covered in dust and blood.

I am not a fuckin’ therapy punching bag.

Malcolm’s eyes are wide as reaches them.

“What the hell is going on here?”
conning: (screencaptures_645)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm's voice. It's awful and it's perfect. Neal manages to balance on one knee, spitting another clot of blood and snot into the dirt.

Therapy punching bag.

"I started it," he rasps. "It was me."
likeknives: (Confused - salt)

[personal profile] likeknives 2021-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Wanting the weird pajamas to be a different color sounds sad to him, rather than someone obsessed about fashion. With all the crap they've been through here he can see why holding onto those scrubs he had was so important. He doesn't feel like teasing him anymore.

"Yeah, well. Maybe we'll find new ones."

Maybe he'll go look for some new ones for him.

"That's where I was hangin' out most of the time. Tried to make sense of the paperwork but it was all smudged and ruined. Same clothes were there, too."

He shakes his head.

"I can't believe it. We were in the same spot but we couldn't see each other."
conning: (screencaptures_858)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-30 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He finally turns around. He's tired. He's so tired. He's so impossibly, painfully tired. "Please don't make me say no, Malcolm."
abrightboy: (presses lips)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-30 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm bites his lip hard for a moment.

“Tell me you’ll never forgive me, then.”
myfavoritemurder: (I've done nothing wrong)

[personal profile] myfavoritemurder 2021-06-30 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[She remembers the Greek, she notes with some surprise.]

I know. Why?

[What are you doing here, she means, though she at least doesn't sound too hostile about it.]
setthetone: (neutral - chart)

[personal profile] setthetone 2021-06-30 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He sure would appreciate it.

A lot.

"You were there? That makes no sense."

This is interesting now. He had thought the others had gone someplace else like last time but apparently not?

"Did you wake up all dusty, too?"
conning: (screencaptures_823)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-30 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He stares, feeling like Malcolm just took a handful of his lungs and twisted.

"What are you talking about?"
tinstar: (Ingestigatin face)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-30 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan couldn't look at Malcolm because his eyes were busy staying locked on Neal. What trust they had had broken down; if Raylan looked away, who was to say that Neal wasn't going to start up again.

"Neal and I were just debating how appropriate personal conversations on the street were. I'm thinking maybe we're gonna relocate." Reaching down, Raylan fisted his hands into Neal's shirt and hauled him to his feet, letting go of the fabric roughly. "Now are you gonna walk indoors with me and have a conversation like an adult or are we gonna show Malcolm what a bullshit street brawl looks like in person?"

They were bare inches apart and now Raylan was challenging him. Would Neal be willing to show his ass in front of Malcolm in the way he had Raylan?
setthetone: (neutral - ugh)

[personal profile] setthetone 2021-06-30 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why? Why indeed.

Carter shrugs and points at the trees, the path.]


No fog. Thought I'd check on it. See if there's anything new.

[He's moving in the direction of the voice, hoping she'll tell him with words if she doesn't want that.]

What about you? Why are you here?
likeknives: (Neutral - soft look)

[personal profile] likeknives 2021-06-30 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't make any sense," he agrees and shakes his head. It makes his brain hurt to think about it. Hardison was better at understanding this weird sci-fi or fantasy crap.

"Yeah, like it's been months or years. But that's impossible, too."

But he's seen the impossible. Lived it. Died through it.

"Did you...uh," he pauses, unsure of how to say it. Or if he should say it, but he has to know. "Were there...ah, objects, in that place? Objects that held...well. Memories."
conning: (screencaptures_198)

[personal profile] conning 2021-06-30 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Neal lifts his hands, a signal of surrender, the look in Raylan's eyes a strange relief. Job done, he thinks, not sure what his own words mean. He takes a step back before wiping blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.
abrightboy: (curiosity)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-30 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm started towards them at the notion that he might see a street brawl. He was fully prepared to put himself between them. But Neal backed off. He put one hand lightly on Raylan’s arm and one on Neal’s, all the same, looking from Raylan to Neal.

“If we’re going inside to talk, let’s go home, then.”
setthetone: (23)

[personal profile] setthetone 2021-06-30 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Carter slows when Eliot says memories, the bad ones returning viciously. Of course it makes sense that if they went to the same place that would be there, too. But still. Hearing it out loud is so weird.

Why is this town so weird.

"... Yeah."

He looks over, studying his face for a moment.

"You too, huh?"
abrightboy: (tears)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-30 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
“You were mad at Raylan. Now you’re mad at me for not being mad enough at Raylan. And you didn’t come home,” Malcolm points out.
myfavoritemurder: (let's all go feel embarrassed privately)

[personal profile] myfavoritemurder 2021-06-30 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Callisto, self-centered to a fault, automatically assumes he must still be upset about the memories. They're what her mind keeps drifting to, after all, and her own memory specifically is at the forefront of her mind even more so than usual, so why shouldn't it be the same for him? Maybe her memory is even one of the ones that's running around in his head. She hopes it is. She hopes, without any real malice, that it's making him suffer, too.]

How do you say it when you want sleep?

[What is the English word for "tired"; for "exhausted"?]
likeknives: (Annoyed - Done)

[personal profile] likeknives 2021-06-30 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a very long pause, where Eliot starts to say something and stops several times. Finally, he just kind of gives up. He's resigned to his fate that the stuff they're talking about is weirder than any dumb sci-fi movie he's ever watched and nothing he can do can change that.

Just objects that held memories. That was a thing.

"...yeah. Me too."

Why is this town so messed up.

tinstar: (Eyebrows)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-30 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," he replied firmly. "We'll pick a house. The one closest works fine." He still didn't want this shit staining their house more than it already had. He glanced behind him and picked out out. "That one."

He trusted Malcolm to make sure Neal got moving. But first he had to get his goddamned plums. Raylan and his converse (it was so weird to walk in these) strode over to his sprawled bag and crammed the fallen items hastily back into the bag before stalking after them.