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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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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."

“Raylan… maybe there was a moment for that but… the dust has settled and we’re all still here, just doing the best we can. Together. I can’t speak for Tim…” Or to him, apparently. He hasn’t seen the other Marshal since Raylan’s confession. “But I’ve accepted how it is. That means you should stop beating yourself up about it. Isn’t the whole point to enjoy what you can of these relationships while you can have them? I’d think all the self-recrimination diminishes that enjoyment some.” He reached up and booped Raylan’s nose with the tip of his index finger. “It’s okay. Really.”

Malcolm was right, of course and Raylan found himself curling around the smaller man subtly at his acceptance.

The boop on his nose made him smile and huff a little breath that ended with a heavier deeper one as he seemed to sink more heavily into the bed with the permission to not beat himself up for a little while.

"Winona woulda strung it and me out for months over any kinda big fuck up. Never surrender, never forget, you'd'a think she came from Texas or something."

“Is that why you’re so hard on yourself?” Malcolm asked mildly. “String yourself up by your thumbs pretending you like it there before someone else does it to you?” he suggested curiously.

"Mm," he hummed in a gentle disagreement. "No. Handlin' all of your everythin' feels like somethin' I ought to be able to do. Being.." His eyes shifted back and forth, forehead pinching a little. "Bein' unsettled and unable to handle your screams on top of the ones I feel scratchin' at the back of my throat feels like a failure of capability." And with it came a thread of failure of worth.

Winona just liked to abuse that shit.

“Handling my… well, not everything,” he said with a coy look, “but my nightmare things… has been a team effort from the start,” he pointed out. “And understandably. And the parts that you alone handle… have zero complaints.”

Raylan found himself grinning crookedly at the last. The reassurance was soothing, especially with such a compliment at the end.

"I'd say that I don't think that you're needin' more than one person to help you sleep but I realize you don't let anyone sleep with you at home. I'd like to think that at home, once we both stabilize, that I'll be able to. My nightmares at home aren't nearly as active as the ones I've gotten here."

At home I’ll be able to…

After his recent certainty that a future for them was shattered, the future returned, just falling casually out of Raylan’s mouth, and Malcolm stared at him at him a moment before his expression faltered, warmth and happiness warring for dominance there a moment until he kissed Raylan urgently.

“I’ll get better restraints,” he murmured. “Better safe than sorry.”

He wasn't quite sure what he said to earn such a crumple into earnest expression but he would take it and the kiss and warmth that followed it, curling into it as fractionally as he could in their position.

"That sounds like a plan." Had it been because of the 'at home' comment? Raylan's smile crept further up. "I still think about it, you know. What life will be like with you back there. Doc's wrong. If you can handle me comin' in at two am after being awake for three days, and possibly getting shot at, I'd be happy to share life with you."

Raylan knew he was playing two different hands of poker right now. One with Malcolm, one with Tim. He almost felt guilt about the obvious contingency plans but this was the best way to keep the peace and keep his own bit of happiness, for however long it lasted.

Malcolm’s expression was rather openly endeared. Smitten, even.

“As long as you tell me about the cases,” he suggested. “When I’m working, my hours are pretty similarly unpredictable.”

Malcolm loved him. Malcolm loved him.. Raylan didn't take that for granted, didn't take the fact that this impossibly sweet, understanding man was willing to snuggle into him after all the shit they'd seen and been through.

"All the details. All my leads. If you'll donate that beautiful brain of yours towards the effort. Give me your opinion and everythin'. Some of 'em are gruesome but I get a feelin' that that's your kinda show. Lotta mines though, I gotta warn you."

Malcolm loved him so much, he thought his heart might burst.

“Gruesome is my specialty, but I don’t know a lot about mines. …Do we have to go down in them?” he asked curiously and with maybe a little trepidation.

"No," Raylan assured with a huff of breath. "We call in specialists to do that. Most all of them are abandoned, which makes them structurally questionable. Anything that's down there, they'll bring up to us for examination. No posing of bodies down 300 feet."

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