065-071 » assign to oblivion / part iii

[villagemod]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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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[tinstar]

Raylan needed that reassurance, the same as he did the morning after finding Tim dead in the tunnels and alive up-top and he curled himself into it, fingers digging into fabric and skin. His mind had run wild with detailing out what life would be like here without Tim next to him, without Henry, without Malcolm. No matter how smart suffering that might have been, in the moment, Raylan knew he couldn't do it.

He needed the heavy handed nature of the way they were coming together, one that didn't talk about his feelings or ask him to parse them out in flowery words on paper or reciting a love sonnet or something. The nip at his lips made him sigh something of a growl that synchronies with Tim's as his greedy hands spread up the lean, well muscled back, tongue eager to give way.

One hand slid down to grab Tim's ass and grind their hips together, the rough brush of denim doing just as much as the fierce kiss and possessive gripping was doing for him as his other moved to slip between them, fingers pushing buttons open. If he had his boots on, he'd have been toing them off but it's sneakers. They'd have to break for that sooner or later.

nsfw language

[walkingtrigger]

Raylan would have to break for that sooner or later. Tim was gloriously barefoot.

There were things he wanted to share with Raylan. Telling the older man how, when Doc had challenged him on the subject, he'd explained that the only thing he wanted was Raylan. For however long Raylan would have him, Tim knew exactly where he wanted to be and how. Heartbreak on the horizon or not.

But as they continued to exchange those soft growls, the pulling of hands at fabric, the battle for dominance with lips and tongues Tim decided words could wait. At least any coherent words, beyond fuck me now.

Lean muscles stretched beneath the stroke of strong, calloused hands, the sniper groaning with raw need in response to the skin on skin touch. They'd hugged in the lighthouse but it had been chaste, with fabric between them. Now, with Raylan responded so beautifully, Tim was almost furious with the cotton and denim between them.

He reached down to help with buttons and zippers. Performing a shameless wriggle of lean hips to get the shorts down over his ass, before he tramped them down and kicked them off. There, that was one of them naked! The younger marshal was well on his way to fully erect, dick bobbing heavily before smacking against the rough fabric of the cowboy's pants.

Raylan had on too many clothes and Tim glared with hot, dark blue eyes up into hazel.

"Slowpoke," he taunted in a throaty voice before he grinned that wicked, toothy smile that meant he was up to mischief. Reaching for the lower hem of Raylan's shirt, Tim manhandled the fabric up and over his partner's head. But rather than stripping the garment aside, he pulled it downwards until it bunched around Raylan's elbows and forearms, holding them behind his back.

Makeshift restraints!

Spinning them around to another wall, it was Raylan's turn up against the cool surface as Tim ducked his head and set his teeth ruthlessly atop sensitive nipples. There was no tentative introduction. No shy kiss. He was careful with the pressure, so as not to leave much of a bruise, but other than that he clamped his teeth on the flesh and tugged, lashing the trapped nubbin with his tongue.

[tinstar]

Lucky bastard.

Or Raylan was the lucky bastard and he knew it. How things fell out to possibly being okay was wild luck and was completely beyond him aside from how goddamned grateful he was. Two out of three hurdles down. Doc was the only one left. The hardest one. The most dangerous one.

But he didn't have to think about that now. Couldn't think about that now, not with the way that Tim was groaning against his mouth and furiously disrobing. Was the sex just that good Neal had asked him. Well, the sex was great but that wasn't wholly what this was about. It was about letting himself let go, it was about reciprocation, it was about feeling something other than agony. It was about feeling something good that was safe. That cared about him. That handled him roughly to free him from the weight of it all for a few minutes. Or more than a few minutes.

Bangs wild, Raylan grinned at the taunt and the eyes that accompanied them, daring Tim to make his next move. He chuckled as the fabric was pushed up, but that shifted into a grunt of surprise as the shirt was used against him. He didn't have any choice but to move as he was spun into another wall and he grunted again at his shoulders slamming into the wall, followed by a sharp groan, a jolt of delicious almost-pain that shot straight to his dick.

Dark hazel eyes dropping down to stare at Tim and his busy mouth, swearing under a ragged breath as his chest lifted into the sweet abuse and his head rocked back to hit the wall. His pants had already been on the way to tightening, and all this attention only drove him to fullness more quickly.

"Shit," he gasped as his knees threatened to give out from under him. Really? That was enough to weaken them? He was surprised for whole new reasons.