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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!

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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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Neal hugs him tighter. "Good," he says flatly. "You get to be unkind. They lied to you. Tim treated you like garbage. You get to be unkind for a while."

Malcolm breathes a laugh into his shoulder.

“I don’t like being unkind. I don’t like how it sits on my chest. Raylan… felt awful about it already. I just. I lost it. I felt like garbage on the side of the road and I lost it.”

It's a strange relief to hear Malcolm say that. To hear that he got angry about what Tim and Raylan had done.

"He lied to you, Malcolm. Again. About the same thing he promised he wouldn't. He cheated on you, after saying it wouldn't happen again. He did it more than once, and if he didn't think it would upset you he would have told you from the start. He knew it was wrong, so he kept it a secret. He should feel awful. Tim won't, clearly. One of them at least should feel the weight of it."

To hear it put so plainly, so… starkly at Raylan’s feet brought fresh pinpricks of tears to his eyes and he blinked them away before letting go of Neal.

“I, um. I think this was… I think he understands that this was the last straw for me. That I can’t… do this again. He swears it won’t happen again,” Malcolm explains, rubbing at his eyes.

He lets go reluctantly. And then it takes him a moment to really parse what Malcolm just said.

"What?"

Malcolm blinks at him.

"He said it won't happen again. I know this was the second time, but... he was really honestly scared to lose me. I think he'll... I think he'll do better."

"You think--" Neal cuts himself off, clamps down on the surge of anger that rolls through him, keeps it all off his face. None of it is for Malcolm. He's not going to make this worse.

"Of course he was scared to lose you," Neal says softly. "That's why he lied in the first place, Malcolm."

Malcolm nods and looks down, biting his lip.

"I don't think there's any 'after Mathias' future for us, though," he confesses. "Tim's going home with him either way."

"So..." Neal puts his hands on Malcolm's arms lightly. "So that's it? You're just going to let him get what he wants, let Tim get what he wants, not... Malcolm, you deserve better than this."

"Better than what? I've never seen him the way he was when he..." He takes a breath and looks up at Neal's face. "He loves me so much. Nobody's ever gotten on their figurative knees to have me with them before. He begged me not to leave him. Raylan Givens doesn't beg anyone for anything."

"I don't care," Neal says bluntly. He shakes his head, voice and expression almost pleading. "Did he at least say he'll stop sleeping with the others? At least with Tim?"

Malcolm chewed at his lip as Neal talked, shifting his weight. At the question, he gave a very small, tentative shake of his head, watching Neal cautiously.

Neal stares. Trying to sort this out in his head. Remembering his own words, snapping at Raylan that Malcolm won't even be angry.

"And you're all right with that? No, forget being all right with it. Is that what you want?"

Malcolm swallows.

"It's not. Ideal," he concedes. "But. I've agreed to the terms."

His grip on Malcolm's shoulders tightens. "That's not what I asked, Malcolm. I asked if this is what you want."

"It's some of what I want. And the rest is a compromise," he says evenly. He watches Neal's face a moment. "You're disappointed in me."

He keeps his voice calm and steady and tries not to tense his jaw at Malcolm's question. He gives his head a tiny shake. "I'm. If I'm disappointed in anyone, I'm disappointed in him. Who is compromising here, exactly?"

Malcolm gives him a rueful look. "You're a smart man and I think it's obvious who's compromising." Malcolm is. He breathes out and looks down at the floor then walks into the kitchen, taking down the french press. "I didn't realize you were vested in a particular outcome," he comments casually as he works. "I thought you wanted me to be happy."

He has to take a moment to gather himself before following Malcolm into the kitchen. He crosses his arms, props his elbows on the island, voice still quiet.

"I do. Can you honestly tell me you'll be happy knowing that every night Raylan spends outside of this house, he could be spending it with someone who treats you like garbage? When it was Doc, at least you could talk to him. You could communicate. That is a compromise. But this--"

He stops himself, pushing away from the island and coming around to hug Malcolm from behind. Very quietly, he says, "I do want you to be happy. I want you to be genuinely happy, without being the one to give in to everything someone else wants."

Malcolm looks at Neal over his shoulder.

"Life is a lot of compromises. Some of us don't get to just... have what we want. But I'll tell you something: the people in my life here make me happy in ways I've never been happy at home. Including you." He pauses. "Did you mean it, when you said you wanted to come with me?"

Some of us don't get to just have what we want.

But what if you could?

Except Neal knows that Malcolm is right. Some people don't get what they want, and they never will. He lets go slowly, stepping back to rest the small of his back against the island, gripping his edges with both hands. He dabs his tongue against his lips, throat tight. "I did."

Malcolm turns and looks at him earnestly.

"Then come with me. When it's time to go? Come with me."

Raylan can't talk about the future. He can't build those what-ifs. He'd always been reluctant to and Malcolm doesn't see how it would even be possible now. Tim is going home with him in one capacity or another. He and Malcolm live in the present and that's all there is. The Mathias bubble that Doc had talked about.

Neal stares at him, hopelessly confused for a moment.

"What?"

Yeah, it's the same thing he said at the beginning of this conversation, but it still feels like the right thing to ask.

Malcolm studies him, trying to get a read on what's behind that question. He knows Neal heard him.

"Do you not want to anymore?"

"No, that isn't--"

He stops, trying to sort out the sudden turn this conversation has taken. "I j--"

He stops again. "I don't understand why you would want me there."

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