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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[bonified]

Stretching out was something she wished she could do more of. Being in Greece was amazing and yet, somehow it still didn't seem far enough away from Purgatory. But, she ended up back there anyway.

Wynonna shrugs, deciding to stop for a visit instead of continuing on and starts up the pathway.

"Depends. Are you one of those 'borrowing' neighbours?" Wynonna's brow creases in amused curiosity when the state of his face comes into view more clearly. "Okay, real talk. You being over here have anything to do with your face looking like that?"

[tinstar]

"Mm, I think your sugar is safe. Though I wouldn't mind goin' through the house you're posted up in, beat on some walls, see if there's anything worth seein' there or in the floors."

There was a second chair on his porch, as there were on all the porches that he maintained, and she was more than welcome to flop down into the empty one. At the question, Raylan bobbed his head and then his glass.

"Nah. Just too many bodies over there sometimes. No door thick enough that I can get peace from 'em. My face has everythin' with the dangers of showerin' while drunk on moonshine." So yes, in a way, but also no. He could go home, he was free to do so, but his statement was true on it's face.

"I'll heal up in a few days; it's nastier than it looks," he explained, holding out his bottle to her in invitation.

[bonified]

She knew well enough the joy of living with other people and how hard it could be to escape them in favour of some much-needed solitude. Unfortunately, her luck as far as that went didn't allow her that comfort. But that was pretty standard when living in places like psychiatric wards, jail cells and then travelling with her own commune of rockstars, groupies, hippies and anyone else who came along for the ride.

Ah, those were the days.

Wynonna concedes with a slow bob of her head, close enough now to wordlessly accept his invitation by taking the bottle and climbing her way up to lower into that second chair with a little groan.

"Hazards of drinking, get you every time," Grinning, she pauses to take a drink from the bottle, swallowing without flinching. "Would've been a more interesting story if you stepped on a rake or something. You know, just sayin'."

[tinstar]

"Then I might have to produce a rake," he chuckled. "I'm already dangerously close to soundin' like a beaten housewife but that's better than havin' to explain myself. I got a feeling this-" he gestured at his face, "-Is a form of communication that you're familiar with. Suppose as long as I don't go 'Fell and hit my eye on a door knob', boring is just about what I'm goin' for. That kinda noise ruins the moonshine," he said, gesturing towards the bottle itself lazily.

[bonified]

She winces, nodding. It was true, Wynonna had her fair share of black eyes and fat lips, but she also had her mama's temper.

"Amen to that," she says, offering a vague shrug before taking another couple of mouthfuls. That's fine. She wasn't one to pry unless it had something to do with her and even then the odds were slim that she would care. So, Wynonna hands him back the shine and leans back to get more comfortable. "And I don't really get the bruises and cuts. I give them."

Her grin is a sly one, fading almost as quickly as it appeared.

"So, any ideas on the latest bs that this place put us through?" she asks.

[tinstar]

"Variety is the spice of life." She gave them, he relished in the give and take he always eventually pulled out of people.

"Honestly? I think this place was lookin' to make us suffer one of two ways. Turn us against each other and in other case, fuel more emotional turbulence for it to feed off of. And I'm gonna say it worked."

Raylan looked over sidelong. "You end up over at Baneberry hall too?"

[bonified]

"Until the next time," Wynonna added, knowing that even with her being one of the newer people that have arrived she was fully aware that Mathias' hunger for emotion was only growing.

At the mention of Baneberry, her attention instantly goes to the narrow pill bottle in her pocket. She nods.

"Found something of mine there," she slides her hand into her other pocket and pulls out her BBD badge and looks at it before turning it to show Raylan. "Came with a not-so-fond memory of mine."

[tinstar]

There was always going to be a Next Time here, Wynonna was right. Raylan could only hope that it wouldn't end with all of them setting up and throwing people onto pyre's of personal and public opinion. That way was the way of Chaos, in the most primal ways.

Raylan leaned forwards a little to inspect her badge, eyebrows lifting. "You weren't joking about it bein' established. 1297. Damn." He sat back and nodded a little. "Mathis did that to a lotta us. I found a book that I kept at my desk. 'The Friends of Eddie Coyle.' Gave anyone who got a hold of it a front row seats to me bein' served my divorce papers."

She could guess how a man like Raylan took being served.

"It seems like most other people got it worse though." His eyes slid over to her. He wasn't going to ask, but if she wanted to tell he'd listen. If not, he'd assume.