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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2021-06-24 04:57 pm

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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[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-07-18 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
He may refrain from defiling the hat, but Raylan could lay good odds that Tim would come up with some way to sweep him off his feet. Literally even. But that would be something for later down the road. For the moment they were still in Mathias, with all its bullshit and they were both going to need to survive and get back home.

Shifting his feet to fit himself in towards Raylan's body language, the sniper frowned with a pensive expression.

"Has Mathias ever fucked with the food or drink on you guys before?" He hadn't heard any stories of people going all mad dog after eating a can of beans, but it was possible he hadn't asked the right questions yet.
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[personal profile] tinstar 2021-07-18 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan laid good odds on that anyway. He knew there was a sweet side to the sniper that hadn't been pulled all of the way out. He'd seen peeks of it.

"Not really. Not outside the bumps in supply. Nothin's gone bad, no one's gotten botulism or anything, which really is a surprise in of itself. But this stuff is.. Fresh. New. I dunno, maybe I've watched too many Sci-fi movies. Think they're puttin.. hormones or toxin in the fresh stuff. Like we might be punished for enjoyin' it.."

His voice got a little smaller as he ended, brain circling around on that word specifically. 'Punished'. Maybe something was there. Everything was worth chasing.

"Just doesn't make any sense."
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[personal profile] walkingtrigger 2021-07-19 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim was pensive for a couple of minutes, turning over what Raylan said against his own gut instincts.

"Calm before the storm," he said in a soft voice. He briefly considered pointing out that at this point in his life, with everything he had been through, Raylan tended to associate anything positive with an incoming punishment. It was little wonder, given the nature of his relationships, even his work life recently. But after consideration he decided it wasn't worth their time to point out something they both already took into account.

Instead he sucked a tooth and then sighed with a shake of his head.

"I ain't getting that from the fresh food," he said with the sort of directness he would use if he and Raylan were batting around a bit of evidence for a case. "I'm thinking either lulling us into a false sense to get our guard down. And/or, giving us a positive light at the end of the tunnel, getting our hopes up so the next incoming traumatic event is that much more demoralizing."

He'd seen both routes of psychological warfare in the Sandbox; used by both sides of the war.
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[personal profile] tinstar 2021-07-21 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's always a lull." The soft gruff agreement came from a still downtilted head.

His suspicions had nothing to do with his upbringing (by and large, and for once), and everything to do with Mathis's rhythms. He'd been here too long. They'd all been here too long.

"That's not a bad idea," he granted with a bob of his head. "Something this place would pull. Half of us are already worn down. They'll take the break happily. Just enough inflation to knock the breath out of us again."