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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"
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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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This place... it's too dangerous, too unpredictable, too vicious to risk hanging on to anger. To pointless daydreams. Particularly when the people tangled up with those emotions mean as much to him as Raylan and Malcolm do.
Neal isn't sure what Raylan will do in response, but he tries to tug the other man into a one-armed side-hug, brief but firm.
"I think I can live with that." He looks sidelong up at Raylan, eyebrows raised. "Doesn't take a psychic to know a very special date is a very good idea right now. Fortunately for you, I have some ideas."
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Yes. This was good.
He lifted his eyebrows and huffed a half grin in response, glancing out at the ocean before ducking his head again.
"We're supposed to have a picnic and dance. Gonna bring the record player, something to play on it.. Most romantic I ever got was post it notes leadin' towards a bedroom with some wilted rose petals around them," He admitted it all with a roll of his shoulder as he kept his gaze in the sane. "Malcolm's.. .. Better than that. I.. wanna do somethin' that's a little more up to standard. A little less.. Office Max, if you know what I mean.."
He dared to look over. "What ideas do you have?" Because he was 1000% amenable to the Romantic among them's ideas.
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He doesn't wait to see if Raylan follows, still speaking as he sloshes back onto the shore. "You know Malcolm would love that, right? Post it notes and rose petals? It's sweet, and it's thoughtful, and it shows you want to make the person feel special. There's no standard for these things. Putting love behind it, no matter what it is, that's the part that makes it matter."
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"Wait, you getting supplies for the date?" And you still attacked him? He was touched. Confused, but touched.
He rolls a shoulder at the comment, nodding. "He'd love the effort, yes. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to bring it up a level... This isn't the middle of a 6 year marriage and he is not Winona. He nee-." Raylan closed his mouth, took a deep breath through his nose and tried again. "I need to make memories with him that aren't shared with her. Pulling that feels. Lazy."
Raylan was an asshole. Not that big of an asshole.
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Neal's heart gives a pleasant but sad little squeeze. "Well, I didn't say re-use the idea. I just said that he would love it. We can do better though. I can help."
He picks up his shoes without putting them on, deciding to leave that until he can clean the sand off his feet. It's not a long way to the house on King--beachfront property and all that--and the inside is significantly cleaner than it had been that morning. Neal walked into the living room, gesturing at the blank walls--paintings removed, furniture shoved to the middle of the floor. "I need to start the painting in here, and it won't be anything too fancy on short notice, but here's your venue."
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He tried but he still only hit Office Depot romantic. Can't blame a man for wanting to bring his game up a notch.
Raylan looked around the house and gave a low whistle as he followed into the living room. "Nice spot." He ambled towards a window to check out the view before looking back almost hesitantly. Hung hopes often fell, in his case and a few days made all the difference. "You sure?"
This wasn't a carrot/stick situation, was it?
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He meanders over to one of the blank white walls, ghosting his hand over its newly-cleaned surface. "I'm thinking I'll paint this room like the Great Lawn in Central Park. Leave it pretty open. A good picnic spot, good place to go stargazing when I get to the ceiling."
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"That's a really good idea, Neal." Just in case he needed to hear that out loud. "I think that'll look great. It'll be a nice place for people." The smile fit more easily on his face now, felt better to be wearing it in his soul.
"I-I was thinking maybe doin' this tomorrow or the day after, if things don't.. blow up or.. change. I've been thinkin' about soups too. Maybe some.. cheese and fruit from the stand out in town.. If you're wonderin' where the plums went," he said with a chuckle, finger turning towards himself before dropping to prop on his hip.
"How can I help? With this."
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He tilts his head toward the kitchen. "We can get a drop cloth and get the primer up today at least."
Date night will be on Day 71 WHATEVER THAT IS FROM HERE
Raylan wasn't helping just because Neal was going to let him have first crack at it, or because he wanted help with the date. He was helping because he felt like he did so little of it nowadays and this really was a good idea.
Their community needed all the nice things that they could manage to provide.
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"Not quite the shade I wanted, but beggars can't be choosers."
He goes back to the kitchen, gathering up some dropcloths--some of them indeed repurposed sheets--and pointing out the primer and roller brushes to Raylan.
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"Anything will be better than what's there," he admitted with a bob of his head, glancing over his shoulder as Neal pointed out the paint cans and ambling over that way. A spare screwdriver to pop it off and a bit of odd wood to stir it up before Raylan poured some out into the paint pan.
"Been at least a few months since I painted a wall. Less than for drywall repair but I doubt we'd have the stuff to do that, even if we needed it." Yes, Raylan was ~Handy~.