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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!

RECOMMENDED ♫ Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross "Outside"





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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065

[personal profile] myfavoritemurder 2021-06-28 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
A - THE SEARCH; OTA

[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.]
myfavoritemurder: (I know what you're thinking)

066

[personal profile] myfavoritemurder 2021-06-28 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A - PERCHING; OTA

[Once it becomes clear that whatever magic had held Baneberry Hall in its thrall has faded, Callisto is, once again, left with nothing but her own grief and pain, the memory of reliving the burning of her village still fresh in her mind. There are times when this would make her scream and rage, acting out violently and destructively towards anyone and anything that happened to cross her path. And maybe that's what she'll do tomorrow. Today, though, a fog has overtaken her, dulling everything, plunging her into a listlessness that weighs down both her will and her limbs.

She spends most of the day on various rooftops, nearly always on Phillips Drive, and very often on house 1308 specifically. She comes down for nothing and no one, and she makes no effort to call attention to herself - but should anyone come into view, she watches them, regardless of who they are and what they're doing.

Sometimes, she holds a plastic lighter in her hand, staring into the flame as she flicks it on and off, on and off, on and off.]


B - CAMPING; CLOSED TO JOHN CARTER

[Only two days have passed, but the pajama set she'd woken up in is already dirty-looking, with rips in the knees and elbows. The comforter she's dragged outside to sleep isn't looking much better. She's made some effort to keep it clean, but with makeshift camping equipment, there's only so much one can do - and while she doesn't want to completely wallow in her own filth, her hygiene standards aren't exactly up to date with 20th century America. So she's a little dirty. Whatever. It's fine. She last bathed three days ago, she isn't covered in mud, and she doesn't stink like a pig; what else could anyone ask of her?

She hears Carter's approach before she sees him, and she sits up in her makeshift bedroll, squinting through the quickly-darkening gloom of the forest.]


Who's there?

[She calls in Greek, her tone more tired than confrontational.]

Show yourself.
tinstar: (bed sitting)

okay well if I work on it anymore I'll never stop

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-28 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim said. Doc said. Ainsley or Klaus or someone else always said.

I don't do with friends what I do with you.

Raylan didn't stop Malcolm as he walked away, the spot on his chest where Malcolm had hit him still warm and pulsing, despite how soft the punch was. Raylan also wasn't sure what was still on the table. Malcolm wasn't his third fiddle lover. He hadn't been replaced. Nothing could replace him and seeing him in tears broke Raylan's heart just as much as having this whole conversation did.

"I don't have three boyfriends, Malcolm, I've got three men that I care deeply about, that I would murder to protect and take a bullet to save," he starts softly as he walks over to stand in front of him. He wasn't going to reach out, wasn't going to touch him, but he couldn't stay over where he was and still.

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you first. I picked up the pieces of him without thinkin' about it. I wanted to give him time to pull his head out of his ass. To give him time to stop blaming you for somethin' you didn't do. To give y'all time to figure out how to talk. To give him time to.. decide if he could handle it. If he'd said he couldn't.." Well, they wouldn't be where they were. But it wasn't Tim's fault. It was Raylan's. He took and let out a deep, uneven breath.

"There is no replacing you. No one can do that. And I am not trying to say that I don't have anything to offer. Only that I am all I have to offer. Malcolm, I'm.. not emotionally intimate with friends. Being friends like that here involves picking you both up out of your nightmares and trauma and giving you a solid, safe place to unravel until you can get up and keep moving again. I only mention sex because that.. doesn't factor into that emotional intimacy. I can stop sleeping with Tim and Henry and you and I will still be just as dedicated to all of you as I was before."

If sex was the issue, if it wasn't the intimacy that Raylan shared with them, he could do without that. It was.. nice to be able to express how he felt physically, but he didn't require it. Sex didn't change anything. He still loved them. That was the issue.

"You're right. I got.. no idea how this was supposed to work. I don't know. But I don't want to lose you and I can't start pretendin' that Tim doesn't need me. Or my support." That emotional intimacy.

"There's not gonna be anyone else," he whispered.
abrightboy: (consider this)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-28 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
“How do you know?” Malcolm insisted back, not even trying to keep the tears in now, so long as he could choke back the outright sobs before they burst. There were a lot of ways he felt deceived in the moment, many of them not by Raylan, himself. “You didn’t plan on things with Tim, but he sure managed to worm his way in. He figured out I was with you early on and it sure didn’t give him a moment’s pause. And then he’s smugly dispensing advice every time we talk that he doesn’t even know anything about, like he’s helping me with our relationship while he knows he’s fucking you behind my back! He did it yesterday! While I carried him home because he collapsed in Baneberry Hall.” And frankly, more likely than not, Malcolm would be inclined to punch Tim’s smug, sanctimonious face the very next time he offered Malcolm some faux magnanimity in the form of relationship advice. “You handed him power over me by letting him know more about our situation than I knew and you both lied right to my face about it on your way to bed!” He drew a deep shaky breath. “How am I supposed to feel about that, exactly? How would you feel?”
tinstar: (Almost guilty)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-28 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
God he wanted to wrap Malcolm up against his chest and console all those tears, to take the pain of it all away from Malcolm but he couldn't. Had no right to, considering he'd caused it. He took a half step forward instead, one hand setting on the barstool chair, fingers smearing in the dust.

I want to know exactly what kind of person you threw Malcolm over for. He trusts you. He trusts you! Neal screaming at him, swinging at him all replayed over in his head. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped the New Yorker from going full out on him.

"Betrayed," he confirmed quietly with a nod. "I can't defend what he did, what.. we did. But I didn't tell him anything," he replied just as softly as he'd ended before. "Nothing you haven't told other people. Nothing about us. I only ever talk about with him in the context of you two talking. I didn't give him that."

He'd offer to let Malcolm hit him if he thought it would help any fraction. He knew it wouldn't. If Malcolm would even take the offer.
abrightboy: (a little despair)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-28 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm wouldn't take that offer. He couldn't.

"You didn't have to tell him anything," Malcolm said quietly. He lifted watery eyes to Raylan's face. He was close enough to touch. Malcolm wanted to touch him. He wanted... 1306 back. He wanted the empty house where he lived with the cowboys and everything was simple. "You knew he knew about us and that I didn't know about you two. And you let it go on and on."

He swiped tears away from his eyes, swallowed heavily, took another wavering breath that betrayed barely held back sobs.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle. He shook a couple pills into his hand and popped them in his mouth and crunched them, swallowing them dry as he tucked the bottle away. The emergency supply he now carried everywhere, in case their things at home disappeared.

The tears persisted. He swiped them away again impatiently.

"So, hypothetically, if I agree to... continue on the way things... have been," he said carefully, with a sniffle. "How does that work? Is this an open relationship? We all just sleep with whoever we want and it doesn't matter? Do we have a set number? Like, you're sleeping with two people so we can carry on with up to two other people? What are the rules for this?" he asked. "Hypothetically, how do you see this working?"
bardish: 40s; SCD (scd478)

[personal profile] bardish 2021-06-28 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh," he breathes out. "That's so fucking weird."

Weird, but... good, honestly. At least nobody was alone, or in, like, a state of oblivion. At the description, though, Jeff perks up. "Yeah! That's the guy." He hums thoughtfully. "Talk about a statement piece. So few people can pull off a cape..."
tinstar: (Pained)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-28 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I decided before the storm to tell you. It only happened a couple of times and not after that decision." It wasn't on and on. It didn't matter. Raylan stared at the floor between them, the shoes Malcolm had worn and the way his feet dangled. It would have been almost worth half a smile if they weren't in the middle of everything else.

You don’t deserve him.

Seeing Malcolm reach for his bottle had Raylan pushing away from his spot and walking towards his own medication, his glass of shine. Coping companion.

Yes, he will love you. You don't get off that easy. He still didn't want to get off easy.

Malcolm's question was a fair one, as most everything he'd said had been fair in one rite or another but Raylan found it harder to answer. Too much and he'd be accused of not letting the road be equal. Too little and he'd be accused of not caring enough. It really was about the sex. Not feeling, not emotional attachment or connection. Just the sex.

He stared into his glass for a long moment. Part of him thought about telling Malcolm what he'd figured out about Neal but in the end he chose not to. That wasn't his business, was it. Maybe once. He could still hear the sobs that Malcolm was fighting in his voice. He couldn't stand to make them worse by the suggestion that Malcolm go be with someone that did deserve him or by trying to distract him with shit that didn't pertain to them. He couldn't send him away.

"I won't stop you from doing what you'd like," he said, keeping his back tilted towards Malcolm for now. He couldn't look at him. He couldn't face all that heartbreak head on just now. "I can't say I won't care but.. I won't stop you. I told you there aren't going to be anymore and when Doc or Tim vanishes, no one's going to replace 'em. No one can."

He emptied his glass with a swallow and turned it over in his hands. It matter who they were sleeping with. It did.

"Just that I'm.. given some kinda notice.. In the end."
abrightboy: (tries to understand)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-28 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The sex was connected to the emotional attachment. It was an extension of it and Raylan knew that or there wouldn't be a problem here. If he could have a close emotional attachment to people without it, they wouldn't be in this situation. He'd be sleeping with one of them and keeping the other two as confidants and emotionally supportive friends, like Malcolm with Klaus and Neal.

Both of whom had wanted to sleep with him at some point. Both of whom he'd turned down because he felt committed to Raylan, even if Raylan didn't want a commitment as such.

"I don't want anyone else," Malcolm told him bluntly. "I just want you to wear my shoes for a minute. I don't think you'd tolerate this. I really don't think you would tolerate what you've asked me to do."

It still wasn't a 'no'. But he wanted to know that Raylan understood what he was asking.

"Do I even offer you anything that he doesn't? You and he make sense together. Like you and Doc. I'm the outlier. You and I have similar jobs, you and he have the same job. He doesn't talk so much, he understands Kentucky, he's probably way better in bed. I don't..." His voice breaks and he stops a moment, looking down again. "I don't even know what you still need me for," he admitted as fresh tears welled close to spilling.

The future was gone, he was redundant in the present. Raylan insisted he needed him. Needed him for what?
bardish: 40s; SCD (scd535)

oops i made a blooper PRETEND HE DIDN'T SAY HER NAME

[personal profile] bardish 2021-06-28 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff returns the smile with one that's more full-assed. "That makes one of us." His own knowledge of Toby Keith is... limited, at best. The Miss Kitty reference? Totally flies over his head.

What doesn't fly over his head is the fact that Raylan's rambling. For once, it's not Jeff doing the rambling! His excitement over the tables turning, and shoes now being on the other feet, is short-lived, fading as soon as he Raylan mentions the drugs.

"Drugs and restraints, huh. Good. That's good." Somehow, he sounds totally uncertain. Time to correct it. Jeff points a declarative, decisive finger. "Good for him!"

Is he overcompensating with the cheer? Laying it on too thick? Shit.

"It is nice that our cage just got a little bigger," he admits, before circling back to an earlier point. "Hang on-- what'd you do to put her on edge?"
tinstar: (srs stare)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-28 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
So it wasn't about knowing the 'rules'. He should have been elated that it still wasn't a 'no' but it wasn't a yes either. They weren't done. Malcolm could still change his mind and storm out and into Neal's arms for a passionate night of 'I told you so.'

Raylan swallowed thickly. He wasn't sure he could go back to the house.

"Malcolm, of course you do."

Before he was thinking about it, he was turning and striding over again, mindful of the empty cup in his fingertips that was neatly set down on the counter next to Malcolm and shoved away with a little flick of his fingers. "You understand and love me in ways that they don't. Tim is too twisted up in his own hell to see out of it right now and Henry is.. Henry is in love with Wynonna. I'm sure they've slept together. I haven't asked. How is that not the same." How was that not tolerating it?

"Malcolm, when I lay down next to you and let you take everythin' that's worryin' me, it's not because you're convenient. It's because you love me and you let me and you don't hold it against me in the morning. You don't tell me what to feel or how to feel you just.. Accept it. You let me be a different part of me that hasn't seen the light of day since I was a young man. You care about parts of me that.. they.." Didn't know how, weren't aware of, couldn't -

"You are my first." That meant Something, in the same way Henry being his first did. "And I'm not stayin' in Kentucky. And I love hearin' you talk," he continued. "I need you because you're you. Just because you're you."
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Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[personal profile] nottevintersoldier 2021-06-28 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
((ooc: Plotting Post comment here for a brief idea of what I might be doing, but for the most part I'm open to anything/anyone! Assume Dorian can be found roaming just about anywhere. I will be slapping up some starters but feel free to toss me one if you want something else! Or hit up my plotting post or on Discord to discuss things.))
tinstar: (what you're tellin me is)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-28 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't know Toby Keith? You're missin' out on a laugh." He was a good musician with a sense of humor that Raylan could appreciate. Raylan, whose eyebrows were lifting a little at the over-exuberant finger point. He was never going to get used to this - to seeing Jeff, seeing himself so animated.

Maybe a little too thick there kid.

Raylan's lips expressed how trepidatious and unsure he was about that particular fact but he didn't argue. Not that he would have had time to with the way Jeff swiveled onto his next point. His head ducked eyes focused on his plum for a little too long before coming up with a faint pull of his lips. "Gotta be better about swearin' in fronna women, Doc would have a conniption."

Jeff didn't need to know about everything that lay under his fracture veneer. Let him, at least, think Raylan was half decent for a little while longer.

"She's alright," he assured. "She settled down. After freakin' out that I was not you, by the way. Never thought I'd have to argue who I was to anyone. If you see her again you might wanna.. set up a code word or something. Ya know. Stranger Danger. Why High school, by the way? Of all the grades to teach, why the ones with the most assholes?"
abrightboy: (extra sad)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-28 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
If Malcolm stormed out, it was doubtful he’d find solace in any arms for quite a while. If it ended like this, he wasn’t sure he could extend a hand with his heart in it again any time soon. Maybe never. This felt real. In all their stolen moments, it felt so real.

“You knew Wynonna was his wife before she even got here. That’s how it’s not the same. That Doc’s heart lived in her pocket was something you knew before you slept with him. That’s how it’s different. You made informed choices together.”

A beat, though, and his eyes lifted to Raylan’s face. Wait. He understood Raylan in ways they didn’t? But they were like him. Was that true?

Watching his face as he went on, Raylan got as far as the first ‘because you’re you’ when Malcolm’s features crumbled completely and he rocked forward burying his face in his hands.

“I want to believe that so badly,” his muffled voice wavered in answer to the second one. “I really, really do.”
bardish: 40s; SCD (scd458)

[personal profile] bardish 2021-06-28 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
This has happened before? It's happened multiple befores? Jeff makes a little face as he processes that, then files the information away as something that's just good to know.

And hey, at least they looked.

"We did, too. Me and Athena. It, um... Hit her pretty hard." Harder than it hit Jeff, but that's to be expected. He barely knows anyone. Hardly had a chance to get past introductions before they were all split up.

He opens his mouth, about to offer some help-- hey, he's a homeowner, he's got some DIY skills!-- but Doc moves on from the matter in a pretty decisive way. Jeff closes his mouth and offers a slight smile as he nods.

"There wasn't much in the way of adventures." Just Jeff freaking out over things in mirrors, then brushing way too close with his own past (and that was before he literally relived his own memory), then stealing some drugs on a shameful impulse... It's nothing he wants to talk about. He glances down at his pajamas, wishing he'd thought to change before racing over to 1306. He doesn't want to think about Baneberry. He doesn't want to think about Harmony Grove, either.

"Did you... happen to check out that house with all the mirrors?"
tinstar: (Shadowed Hat)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-29 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
There was no stopping himself as he wrapped his arms around Malcolm and drew him into his shoulder, lips turning into his hair as his eyes finally caved to the prick of tears that had been trying to battle to the top, knowing full well the sob could turn into anger in a snap because it had happened before. He'd seen it. He'd suffered through it. He would suffer through it again.

"I need you and I love you and nothin' you decide either way is going to change that. I will always need you and love you." His own voice was shaky and uncharacteristically uneven, tight and hard pressed to get out. "I don't want to survive here without you."

Please don't make me learn how, I'm sorry.
abrightboy: (migraine coming on)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-29 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm let himself be drawn in, in more ways than one, his hands finding purchase in Raylan’s clothes, grasping the fabric wherever they fell.

“I don’t… I don’t want that either,” he admitted. “But you said you wouldn’t lie to me anymore, after Doc,” he gasped into Raylan’s shoulder. “This was the same lie again. Tell me how to believe you when you say there won’t be anyone else. Tell me how to trust you. Fix it,” he implored, like Raylan could just make the bad things go away.
tinstar: (Thousand yard stare)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-29 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Fix it. Malcolm was just like his sister, in that way.

"I can't," he admitted, voice breaking. "I can promise you a million times over and I would. I will. It was only Tim. He's my partner, I couldn't." That didn't matter either. He shook his head into Malcolm's "There's not going to be anyone else because there's not anyone else. Because I say it won't. I don't care who it is. Even if its her. There won't be anyone else."
abrightboy: (extra sad)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-29 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm thought it a fair ask. Raylan hadn't broken it, but he'd taped it back together and then stolen the tape. He'd fixed it once. Couldn't he fix it again?

Even if it's her. Malcolm lifted his head, looking at Raylan through bleary, tear-stained eyes.

"You'd give her up for me?" he whispered.
nottevintersoldier: https://anangrym.dreamwidth.org/14539.html (dorian 9 anangrym)

Arrival - Fear and Loathing in Mathias

[personal profile] nottevintersoldier 2021-06-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian wakes up with a great gasp of air. Which means, for his unfortunate situation, that he inhales what is likely a layer of dust and pollen. Half choking he'll cough and sputter as he picks himself up off of the ground and sits back on his knees. He clears his throat and brushes at the layer, shaking his head to send a cloud of dust into the air around him. He frowns down at himself, distracted by the white pajamas he's wearing, which to him is more confusing and more important than the world around him at the moment.

"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.
tinstar: (bed sitting)

[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-29 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan slipped a hand around Malcolm's face, pressing their foreheads together as he fought to keep what he could of Malcolm's eyes in focus.

"She will always be the mother of my child. That affords her certain protections. But she only wants me when she can't have me or when she's bored. She might have loved me once," he finally broke to admitting, eyes welling and spilling with tears that only an errant pillow now and then had see. But not now and not for a long time and he was stupid enough to believe it and fight for it at the risk of everything.

"You are not a second choice or a third fiddle. What I feel about you doesn't come anywhere close to how I ever felt about her." Winona ever only got half of him. On a good day. Maybe that's why the marriage failed. Even though he knew it was better that he kept it from her. Spared it from as much as he could. Even if some of it still followed him home.

Malcolm got most everything. He gave to Malcolm what he couldn't give to Henry or Tim and he gave them what he couldn't give the New Yorker. The angry, violent, dark sides of him that left him shamed and unworthy based on that alone, never mind everything else. What would Malcolm do when he found out Raylan's body count? How long before those deaths mattered?
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Days 65-71 - Quick Options

[personal profile] nottevintersoldier 2021-06-29 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
+ Dorian will spend some time in the Town Hall at the Bulletin Board he will likely take down some names, numbers (not that he knows what to do with them just that they seem important), and notes on the provided papers before stuffing his notes in his pocket (if there are some on the pajama pants). He'll then set out to wander.

+ The first order of business will be to find clothes, so he'll likely be at Poe's Clothes grumbling at the offered selections before settling on something more his speed. He chooses the Khakis over jeans and a nice button-up dress shirt in light forest green. He'll grab some extra underwear and socks to stuff in his pockets just in case.

+ Second-order of business is to find shelter and people. So he'll be walking around until he sees someone. This means he'll likely discover the Library at some point. Also, he'll frequent the General Store for food if he has to fend for himself.

+ He will spend a lot of time in the Library over the next few days trying to learn things or figure stuff out. That and the Library is comforting so if he doesn't find a place he can settle down he may be found snoozing there.

+ But after a few days, a shower/bath is very important so he'll be seen grabbing soaps from the Beauty Supply Store. He'll want to find a house or any place with a tub and clean, HOT (preferably running, not that he knows what plumbing is but he'll LOVE IT) water ASAP. If none can be found he'll settle for the Lake out on Hill Lane it's not ideal but he's done it before in a pinch while traveling.

+ He may even be seen out by the woods, in a big open spot at any time testing out his magic as he's very aware things feel... off. He's not near the Fade so his connection to it feels distant and it's unsettling. He'll soon discover that his powers aren't what they should be and it's not just because he doesn't have a staff or his book for focusing. Someone may stumble upon him casting any number of things before becoming winded. One or two spells may even blow up in his face.

[ooc: these are just some general ideas I've thrown out there. Mostly he just needs to meet some people and ask questions, find himself a place to sleep, a warm meal, and a stiff drink. I'm honestly open to whatever!

ALSO ALSO I will happily match your format! It doesn't have to be prose.
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Edited 2021-06-30 16:13 (UTC)
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Wildcard!

[personal profile] nottevintersoldier 2021-06-29 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
What it says on the tin. Have another idea? Feel free to throw me a starter here. Or if need be, poke me on Discord @ AceOfSwords#5694 or add me on Plurk and shoot me a PP [plurk.com profile] AceOfSwords if that's more your speed.
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2021-06-29 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"So... " He sniffled, turning that over in his head. "But..." He swallowed. He realized he still had a death grip on Raylan's shirt. He loosened it a little. "What now, though? Just... pretend nothing happened? Ev...everything is different with Tim. I don't know if I can... just..."
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[personal profile] tinstar 2021-06-29 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't then. Don't pretend. Don't hide it. He knew this was coming. That this had to come." They were both adults. Long past the forgiveness given to children for not knowing what they do. He'd never be fully free from that goddamned book.

"I'll.. I'll stay here. A few nights. Let things." He swallowed thickly, trying and failing to tuck everything back under the hat he didn't own anymore. "Settle. Neal is.." So furious. "He told me to leave. Can't come back till it's right with him. He-"

Raylan closed his eyes and shook his head a little.

"He cares about you and your well-being."