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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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"Course I do," he husked in return. "I think about you all the time." And he did. Oh the dirty thoughts that had crossed his mind, laced up under the love and protectiveness he had for Malcolm. One in particular that was highlighted with the hitch of his breath as Malcolm looked up at him from under those thick eyelashes, delicious lips curled in a intoxicating smile.

"I love watchin' you enjoy yourself." The admittance came through a tight throat as his hands resettled on Malcolm's elbows, the rest of his too soft flesh out of reach as dark eyes watched the new yorker from above. "But I'm guessin' you already knew that."

His smile spread to a grin.

“I deduced it,” he admitted, shifting further down to set a kiss above his belly button and along his pelvis and one more to the inside of his thigh, his hand sliding down the other thigh and back up and across to skim his balls and grasp his length, giving it an experimental stroke before looking up at him and sliding him into the moist heat of his mouth.

There was an involuntary shudder of pleasure across Raylan's stomach, accompanied by an equally half had breath as his legs spread to make room. Even though he knew it was coming, seeing Malcolm down there looking up at him filled him with a sweet anticipation that broke with the press of him into that moist heat.

Raylan's eyes fluttered with a throaty groan that he couldn't control, fingertips trying to find purchase in whatever they could and settling on the sheets beneath him as his head rolled back for a half second. He forced himself to open his eyes, to look down, to savor every second of it as his hips lifted.

"You're so goddamned handsome," he managed out of a tight throat, one hand lifting to card into Malcolm's hair and settle there. It was no pressure as to how fast or how much Malcolm took, he was in control of that, but Raylan wanted to touch him.

A smile Malcolm couldn’t form with his busy mouth did reach his eyes at that and they lit with it as he worked Raylan’s length, slowly at first, then a little quicker and a little deeper, his hand squeezing at the base with each stroke.

The room was slowly filled with the sounds of Raylan's uneven breathing, breath hitching as Malcolm starts to take him more deeply. He was sure Malcolm had done this before; he knew what he was doing and Raylan tried to keep himself from moving too much, resisting the urge to lift into that warm velvet. He was, after all, a greedy man who didn't want this to end too soon.

No, he did not expect that this was going to be all - he planned on gently pounding Malcolm into the mattress.

It wasn’t so much experience as access to similar equipment, a vivid imagination and many nights alone. His enthusiasm in discovering he could make his partner sound like that helped, too.

His stoic, worldly partner and Malcolm could get him undone with just his mouth and his fingers.

Malcolm hummed into his work as he glanced up again, free hand skimming Raylan’s hip, then grasping it.

Raylan wasn't that worldly and Malcolm was talented and Raylan loved him. There was a special magic in being his first bottom, though Raylan simply equated both men to his 'First', and that power wasn't going anywhere either.

He shuddered under the hum, moaning tightly as he lost the fight to lifting his hips into that grip, hand finding Malcolm's so he could grip back as he watched the worship. "What else can you do that I've been missin' out on," he husked with a tilt of his head. "What can I do for you?"

Malcolm let Raylan out of his mouth but not far as he kept a firm grip on him with that hand, briefly licking his lips as he looked up at him.

“I’m not sure I have more moves hidden in my pocket but I’m open to suggestions,” he admitted.

Like this one, which seems to be working out very well.

He considered Raylan for a moment, stroking his thumb back and forth along his balls.

“Have you ever done this to someone while they were doing it to you?” he asked hesitantly.

His technique might suffer for it but he was feeling like he might be okay with that.

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What he would do to watch Malcolm lick his lips for an hour; jesus.

"Oh, you're doin' fine," Raylan assured. Whatever was in Malcolm's pockets, he would take it, happily. That stroke of the thumb across his balls, a new feeling, was a fraction of the reason his cock bobbed in anticipation.

The question made him laugh a little. "You mean a 69? Malcolm, darlin', I was straight, not dead. C'mon," he urged, off hand gesturing towards Malcolm's legs. "Swing that beautiful ass up here, let me put my mouth to work."

It wasn’t something Malcolm had ever tried, but Raylan seemed pleased, which felt like an achievement and he was careful to shift himself around without endangering the mood by kneeing Raylan in the head. Now at a new angle, he ran his hand over Raylan’s balls and back up to his base before taking him in his mouth again.

Raylan helped guide him over that way so they didn't add a broken nose to the list of things he'd suffered and licked Malcolm from tip to base as he settled into position. He had to scoot down a fraction, a hand worked between them to position Malcolm's cock to slide into his mouth, to nudge against the back of his threat. Him doing what was being done to him, the senses that matched up, was delightfully distraction from what Malcolm might think of him doing it.

Malcolm was the last person to think ill of him doing this. It was hot, actually, and his breath hitched as he was brought into Raylan's mouth, distracting him from his own task. Why did he think he had enough blood to operate both ends of his body?

He managed to get back on track, but Raylan no doubt felt the vibration effect of the moans his own work was eliciting, Malcolm's head bobs getting less coordinated as he got closer to climax.

It was hot and the moans around his length made him moan around Malcolm's in kind, hands running up and around his hips as Raylan swallowed him deeply, tongue wrapping around it as he swallowed, working his throat muscles. It wasn't cheating to use some of the things he'd learned, right?

If Malcolm had any plans on trying to pull away to spare Raylan something, he'd find it hard with the Marshal's fingers gripping into him.

Malcolm wasn’t thinking clearly enough to consider sparing Raylan, or he might have. Every ounce of any focus he could muster around what he was experiencing was in trying to provide the experience back to Raylan. He has to release Raylan from his mouth when he comes and the sudden shudder is almost a surprise to himself as he grasps Raylan in his hand still and tilts his head against Raylan’s thigh to ride out his climax before returning to working Raylan more earnestly.

He felt it happen before it did, something in the way Malcolm's length swelled and thummed in his mouth before filling it with hot cream that Raylan had no choice but to swallow down, nose filling with the musty scent of it all as he tilted is head to breathe.

Sucking Malcolm dry with a shudder of his own as Malcolm's mouth went back to work, Raylan groaned and pulled back, freeing Malcolm and allowing himself to pant as his hips lifted, moving on their own. Raylan bit little kisses into the back of Malcolm's thigh and rested there as he let himself be spun up to climax so his fingers could dig back into Malcolm's skin as he unloaded in return with a low tight sound.

Malcolm wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he flopped onto his back, his head near Raylan’s knees, his own knees still pointed towards Raylan as he lay there bonelessly.

“I can see why that’s so popular in puerile comedies,” he noted breathlessly. He tilted his head to look for Raylan’s face.

One hand kept itself locked around Malcolm's legs as he rolled away and Raylan panted softly as he cleared his mouth with a few sticky swallows.

"It's not too bad," Raylan agreed, equally breathlessly with a grin, lifting his head in return to look down at Malcolm. "Considerin' I don't think I'd do that with anyone else."

Malcolm grinned lazily.

“Just me?” He let his head fall back onto the mattress and looked up at the ceiling, sated and content. “I’m so glad you came home tonight,” he mused. “I didn’t really want to move somewhere else.” But of course he would have if Raylan had to. “We chose this house together.” Hungover from the very first batch of moonshine. “It’s special. Even if it’s too small now.”

"Just you," Raylan repeated, grinning a little more broadly at that look on Malcolm's face before his head fell back and Raylan went ahead and let his did the same.

I didn’t really want to move somewhere else.

Raylan's brow furrowed a little.

"Move, what do you mean move? Who's asking you to move?"

“…You were going to live somewhere else,” Malcolm pointed out. “I’d go with you, if you had to do that. Obviously,” he said, as though it were obvious.

The hand around Malcolm's thigh tightened a little, breath half catching in his throat.

"But you've got everyone here-" Who treats you better, who doesn't break your heart. "-Ainsley, Doc, Neal.."

He didn't understand.

Malcolm lifted his head again to look at Raylan, then sat up and shifted around to curl up with his face near Raylan’s face.

“I’d know where to find them. It’s not ideal, us all living apart, but… I can’t let you just… go. I want to be there for you. You’ve always been there for me. Remember what I said? I want to be a safe place for you. I want to be with you.”

Raylan let Malcolm's legs go, only to guide the profiler against his side with an arm and the same pinch of his eyebrows. His heart swelled at the warmth and solid form against him, even if he was still trussed up with the fear that Malcolm would open his eyes and realize that Raylan wasn't good for him.

Everyone seemed to see it except them.

"I don't want to lose you but I don't want to hurt you anymore." He hadn't left yet because Malcolm didn't want him too. Malcolm was the only thing really anchoring him to this house.

Malcolm’s brow pinched this time.

“What do you mean?” He frowned uncertainly, because he was sure this wasn’t it, but he couldn’t think of anything else that fit the criteria. “There isn’t someone else,” he said. More of a statement than a question. He promised there wouldn’t be more less than a week ago. He really didn’t think that was it. Before that could even be answered, he added “Don’t go,” his hand splaying on Raylan’s chest.

"I'm not," he promised again, one hand sliding over Malcolm's splayed hand to tuck their fingers around one another. "You're the only reason why I'm not. You're the only reason I'm still here. But I know I can't do it all on my own. If I were better, if you were.. If this place was normal maybe but. It's not. And part of me feels like shit for not bein' able to handle it all."

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