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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- alec hardison (leverage),
- callisto (xena warrior princess),
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- dorian pavus (dragon age),
- ellie (the last of us),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- raylan givens (justified),
- tim gutterson (justified),
- wynonna earp (wynonna earp),
- ~ bucky barnes (marvel live action),
- ~ jeff calhoun (original),
- ~ neal caffrey (white collar)
072-078 » pages of possible futures
WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Mathias Township proper
WHEN: Days 072-078
WHAT: The future is set in motion once more.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! Next log will be the weekend of July 31.
MOD NOTE: The week did not go as planned. Apologies for the delay on this log and thank you for your patience!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Marco Beltrami "Bad Omens"




SANITY LOSS
CONDITIONS UPDATE
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WHERE: Mathias Township proper
WHEN: Days 072-078
WHAT: The future is set in motion once more.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! Next log will be the weekend of July 31.
MOD NOTE: The week did not go as planned. Apologies for the delay on this log and thank you for your patience!
RECOMMENDED ♫ Marco Beltrami "Bad Omens"

DAY 072 “The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads
like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.”
— Garth Nix
Blue skies greet residents on this bright new morning filled with summer sunshine. It's a day when birds would normally be singing, when there would be boats taken out on the water, children laughing and running through the streets. But in Mathias there is only silence, eerie and almost deafening in its absoluteness, and those blue skies do not stretch on forever. Far off on the horizon are dark clouds stretching ominously in all directions, never moving closer or farther away. They are always there, dark and angry, as if waiting... For what, who can say, but they will remain there for the days going forward, circling the town like a shark circles a meal.
Despite that dreadful darkness in the distance, there is some good news. Residents will also wake to find that their previously missing belongings have returned to them. Clothing and other personal effects are right where they should have been, as if they have always been there, and there is no sign of them having been returned by someone or something. They're just there.
That is, however, the extent of the good news. Residents who visit the Town Hall will find the bulletin board much changed, and those who have thrown caution to the wind and made use the sedatives found within Baneberry Hall will begin to find themselves changing as well. They are easily distracted while awake and plagued by nightmares while asleep. They dream of Mathias burning, fire spreading from the east until it consumes everything in its path. With increasing intensity as the week continues, they will wake with terror gripping their chests and sweat covering their too-hot skin.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. 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.DAY 073-075
With those dark clouds still hanging on the horizon, some residents may find themselves watching the ocean a little more closely, searching for signs of whatever it is they are beginning to sense is approaching. If they do, they will find those signs, for every so often a dark shape will appear from out of the water before disappearing a few moments later. Residents are welcome to try getting a better look at those shapes, though moving to higher vantage points will be ineffective and swimming may not be the best investigation method.
Nightfall strengthens the sense of that elusive something. Though nothing can be seen in the darkness, there is something out there. They can feel it when they are outside themselves, a heavy presence that their animal instincts warn them against, urging them to flee to safety indoors. But once inside, they can hear whatever is out there in the night, the sounds horrifying and yet utterly indescribable and beyond the limits of their perception.
There is no way to glimpse what might be making those sounds, nor is there any way to properly record them, though attempts may be made to do so.

DAY 076-077
The strange occurrences of recent days continue as something attempts to lead residents out into the southern forest should they venture within view of the treeline. Unrecognizable voices may call out incoherently or the sounds of someone moving through the trees may pull at their attention. Or, perhaps, a dark figure entering the forest will catch their eye, pulling them to follow the possibly feminine figure with no discernible characteristics.
Whatever it is, it will lead them along the paths or even away from their relative safety, winding this way and that until they're completely lost within the expanse of sun-dappled trees that seem innocent and threatening at the same time. There is nothing left to do but continue following that figure that is always just ahead at the edge of sight.
Eventually, the trees stop and there is a stretch of clearing, the sky a crisp blue overhead, sun shining down and yet—
That dark figure is still shrouded in shadow, as are the other four that have joined it. All slight with long hair, something feminine in the way they stand with hands held out at their sides, facing outward in a line along the edge of the ravine that borders the township, though for some reason their features cannot be focused on enough for true comprehension. They stand there in silence as if waiting, so close to the edge that a strong wind could easily knock them over into oblivion. A concerned resident might try to stop them; a curious one might try to finally get a better look at the figures that led them to this place. Regardless of the reason, any movement into the clearing toward them will end in the same result.
All five figures step forward as one and disappear into the nothingness below.
The ravine so deep that the bottom cannot be seen and wide enough that the other side is tantalizingly out of reach. At first, there is the sense that safety is just beyond if only they could get there, but with that sensation is also the knowledge that if they stay here, death will be a certainty. The edge seems unsteady, like getting too close would set it crumbling and send them tumbling into that as well...
That is when those who do venture to the edge see the truth of the ravine and what lies beyond it: nothing. There is a neverending dark nothingness below and beyond this ravine, beyond this town, and there is something staring back from within the dark.

DAY 078
As morning arrives in Mathias, so too does the storm. Those clouds that hovered in the distance move in quickly, plunging the town into a twilight-like darkness. The rumbling that breaks the silence is like that of a thunderstorm but infinitely more ominous, signaling something approaching that is not meant for the world of man. Within just a few minutes, the residents will learn why as lightning arcs across the sky, the cracks of powerful energy echoing through the air. Those branching spikes at first remain in the sky, but then suddenly they crash down to meet the earth, striking the Lighthouse. The sound of splintering wood and pierced metal fills the air, followed moments later by the roaring crackle of a fire raging into existence. Those cracks and crashes continue as the lightning moves inward, hitting the forest, the beach, and the Grey Gull before moving down Phillips Drive to attack the homes left rotting by time.
While the lightning eventually retreats to the sky, the fire spreads with purpose. It leaps from building to building, consuming everything in its path. It is a living, breathing thing driven by a need to devour. There is no stopping or controlling the almost sentient entity, for it does not behave as fire normally would — it skips buildings before doubling back, burns when there's nothing to fuel it, and seems to almost actively pursue residents fleeing to safety. Ultimately, the fire consumes everything east of the Library, from Jackson Boulevard to the beach and the northeastern forest to the Lighthouse; for an unknown reason, it does not venture farther inland than this.
Ash falls from the sky like snow throughout the town as the eastern half of Mathias glows a terrifying raging red. Residents may seek sanctuary in businesses along the square or in areas in the western half of the town, though the latter will not be without its own risks and consequences.

There are multiple opportunities for sanity loss within this log. All instances of such should be reported before the next log.— BANEBERRY SEDATIVES These will effect all who have taken them, regardless of type, quantity, or frequency, until the storm on day 78. Each night of nightmares will result in 1 point of sanity loss for a potential total loss of 6 points.
— FIGURES IN THE FOREST All who witness the figures jump into ravine will suffer 3 points of sanity loss.
— SEEING BEYOND THE RAVINE Any who see the truth of what is beyond the ravine will suffer 7 points of sanity loss that cannot be recovered. Additionally, any Madness that results from this sanity loss begins immediately.
— DEATH BY FIRE All who are killed by the fire lose 3 sanity points and gain the Madness pyrophobia for seven days, which should be reported. The pyrophobia will be experienced at an intensive level for the duration of the Madness.
— THE WEATHER Summer has arrived in Mathias, bringing with it warm days that average 70°F and comfortably cool nights.
— THE FOG has maintained its recent 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 have ceased for the moment but they're sure to begin again soon.
— ENDGAME We are officially heading into endgame. Over the next few months, things will begin ramping up and moving toward the always planned conclusion, with the last log projected to go up between the end of October and middle of December.
What does this mean? Essentially, hopefully, this will mean more opportunities to dig into the mysteries and lore of the game, as well as more chances for your characters to creep toward insanity. However, how things progress and what information comes to light will depend upon character interaction with the setting and involvement with the mysteries of Mathias.
— ITEMS FROM HOME All items from home have returned to the exact state and location in which they were last seen. This includes all clothing and possessions they had on their person when they arrived in Mathias (or, for arrivals in the previous log, what they should have had). Items from home that were left behind by other characters no longer in the game have also returned.
— THE FIRE A rough representation of where the fire spreads is available over here.
— REMINDER There are a lot of moving parts to this log, as there will be for all logs going forward. Read the narrative and all OOC notes thoroughly and carefully. Ask questions if something is not clear, but please also look through questions others have asked for further clarification.
Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son
Day 72 - semi open and then OTA
It starts off nicely enough. He gasps awake from his night terror, rather than screaming. It's a rare quiet one that doesn't jolt him from Raylan's arms. He stays in bed later than usual, absorbing the warmth and the intimacy in the gentle up and down of Raylan's chest and the soft puffs of even breaths.
When he does get up, he realizes his card holder of affirmations is sitting on his night stand and, as he turns, Raylan's hat is on the dresser, where he always sets it when he stays in Malcolm's room. He smiles broadly and picks up the cards and one bottle of Xanax from the stash of bottles in his night stand drawer, heading down to the kitchen to make coffee. He picks up a card as he sets it all down.
I will not worry about things I cannot control.
He reads it outloud once, then twice and nods, setting it back in the card holder before putting the kettle on. As it heats, he does pushups. Once it's ready, he pours it in the french press, leaving it to steep while he does yoga.
"I will not worry about things I cannot control," he murmurs to himself as he pours coffee.
He takes a sip, but as the sun crawls above the horizon, he finds himself easily drifting from thought to thought, distracted by everything. By nothing.
You can't exactly blame me for this, son. I'm in another dimension. Maybe it's the coffee. What are the symptoms of drinking expired off brand medium roast anyway?
"I'm not talking to you," Malcolm informs the empty air, taking a pointed sip from his cup. "My psychoses were well documented before I ever drank this coffee."
Fine, fine, you don't want to talk about your coffee or your unraveling psyche or - I bet - your playmate upstairs. Let's talk about your MURDER.
"STOP IT!" he shouts, and maybe it's too much an outdoor voice for indoors at sunrise.
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Later that day, he walks into town but he's still easily distracted, both by things he sees, his own thoughts and his father, who isn't really there.
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By the time he got dried and dressed, Malcolm was done with his yoga, by virtue of the fact there wasn't a tiny nimble ass doing upward cat or something and Raylan walked in just in time for Malcolm screaming at.. Nothing.
"Hey," he called gently, leaning in the doorframe, eyes drawn in worry. "Malcolm?" He'd start there and if Malcolm showed any recognition, he'd move in to stand himself in front of the profiler. "You okay?"
He wasn't, not if he was having active hallucinations. It was still a place to start.
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Oh, look, your white knight to the rescue. Definitely worth looking like an idiot. Though, I suppose I shouldn’t criticize. With your litany of mental complaints, you can’t exactly be picky, can you?
His expression faltered and he blinked down at his coffee, jaw tight as he pointedly lifted his eyes to look at Raylan again.
“I’m okay,” he said a bit unconvincingly. “Do you want some coffee?”
In truth, he wanted to touch him, to feel how solid he was. How real. Unlike the mean spirited manifestation of insecurity standing on the other side of the counter. But it seemed important to try to make the morning as normal as possible, like he could salvage the sweetness of its start by not acknowledging where it went tumbling downhill.
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"I'll get it in a minute," he said, hands reaching out to settle around Malcolm's shoulders, studying the tension in his jaw. "What's goin' on? Who were you yellin' at? Martin again? You been takin' your pills?"
Didn't they.. fix this? Or subdue it?
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She leans around the entryway, peeking into the space with wide eyes. "Wow, dude, I didn't even get to the 'being annoying' part."
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“Athena. Hi. Um. Coffee?” he offers like he wasn’t screaming at air.
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Coffee in the morning with Malcolm was a thing. He isn't sleeping much these days, but he barely notices, because when, in the last three decades, had he ever slept well? So, he's awake even though he'd much rather be asleep, and wanders into the house free-of-will. "Malcolm?" He assumes the other man is awake, he is usually the first in the house, after all.
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"I am not like you and you're NOT GOING TO MAKE..." His voice trails off as he spots Klaus.
"Oh. Hi. ...Coffee? I think we might have some eggs. Or. Some of those cookies left, maybe."
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Day 73 - closed to Neal, then Doc and Raylan, then anyone in or visiting 1306
Malcolm barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was fire and all he heard were the screams of the people he cared about here. It sounded like the nightmare Raylan had described. He would have liked to unsubscribe, thank you.
By lunchtime, he was meandering in the kitchen, not really sure why he'd come. There was a plate on the counter. Had he put it there? He frowned at it. Turning, suddenly the shadow man was standing between the counter and the kitchen island. Malcolm staggered backwards, his elbow pushing the plate onto the floor, where it shattered loudly on the tiles.
"What are you doing here?" he breathed, his eyes wide with horror. The figure's face wasn't really discernable, but somehow Malcolm knew he was smiling. It wasn't a gesture of kindness.
He put out his hand.
"Stay back," he warned.
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"Malcolm?" The other man didn't look like his attention was anywhere close to earth, let alone the kitchen. He starts to take a step forward, but that look on Malcolm's face stops him dead for a moment. What are you doing here?
Neal's throat tightens, concern flooding through him. He raises his hands a little, shows himself unarmed. Shadow Man? The Surgeon? Someone else? It doesn't really matter.
"Malcolm, it's me. It's Neal. You're okay."
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okay so diazepam doesn’t work this fast but I do what I want
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Day 74 - OTA
He heads for the market stall with the fresh produce. He's going to find something to bring to Neal. An offering, because he can't offer him what he actually wants. An offering, because he did something terrible and he doesn't feel worthy of the forgiveness he's been so easily granted.
After selecting some fruit, he puts it in a bag and heads to the library to choose some books to read to him. Adventures. Someplace safer for them both to be for a little while.
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People visit, they talk with him, he keeps bits and pieces of the conversations in his head. He on the edge of being properly awake when Malcolm comes back, his injury throbbing faintly, sending little rolls of pain through the rest of him. It’s not as bad at least. There’s that.
He stirs a little when Malcolm walks in, turns his head to see who it is, then smiles slowly as he recognizes the other man.
“Hey,” he says, that one word more aware than anything else Malcolm has heard from him in the past sixteen hours.
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"You look... better," he manages, kneeling on the floor next to where Neal is laying.
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Day 74 - Library?
"Hello there, fancy meeting you here." Though his smile falters a little when it looks like Malcolm is haunted.
"Everything alright?"
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“Dorian. I’m… fine. I’m fine. How are you?” he asks awkwardly, shifting his load in his hands.
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Day 75 - OTA
He frowns as he spots... something. Or does he?
It's getting worse. Though I don't imagine it can get worse than stabbing your best friend. (he laughs.) Oh wait, yes it can. He can admit he's in LOVE with you!
Malcolm presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, rocking forward.
"Shut up shut up shut up shut up," he mutters over and over again.
Day 78 - Closed and then Semi Open
When he realizes the fire is moving up Philips Drive, he races back to 1306. He looks for Neal, but he's gone. Someone must have gotten him out already. He runs upstairs, pulling his bedside table drawer open and grabbing bottles without even looking to see which ones. He just starts shoving them in his pockets, even though he can already feel the heat. The wall of the house must already be on fire. Flames will lick through it soon. Save the medicine. He keeps shoving it in pockets, even grabbing a jacket because it gives him more pockets to stuff.
Closed to anyone in 1306 or who might flee with the residents of 1306
The fire moves like it has purpose and staying ahead of it isn't as easy as simply running. He's lucky to be making this escape with experienced survivors. He's lucky to be making this escape with people he loves still intact.
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He just wants to get out, but like fucking shit is he leaving anyone in this house. He's forcing himself to push the fear down and do another sweep when he comes upon Malcolm, stuffing bottles wherever he can fit them. He coughs past the smoke as he reaches out to grab the smaller man by the shoulder. "What the fucking hell are you doing, dumbass? We gotta go! Come on, there's no time for this."
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“There’s no way to get more!” he said desperately.
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She does not escape the wildfires of Mathias without a few burns, her pants are singed and the left leg is burned away halfway up her thigh. She's going to have to do something about that later. But right now, she has to find her brother.
Ainsley has no reason to think she can escape this, but she's too stubborn to do nothing but lay down and die, so she keeps going. Running, running, running, until she she passes the library, the toy shop, and she realizes, insanely, that it isn't as hot on her back any more. The thought makes her stumble and panic blooms in her chest because that's all it would take for her to be consumed by the seemingly sentient flames chasing them through the town.
Except.
Except.
Nothing comes.
No heat.
No flame.
No excruciating pain.
She only feels the cold press of the concrete beneath her as she dares to look back– it stopped dead in its path, turned back for more of Philips and the rest, but it didn't pass the library. It's illogical. It's impossible.
The pause on her senses, flight taking over and pushing down the awareness of anything that wouldn't get her to safety, ends. The pain creeps back in and she lets out a sharp cry, the burn on her leg, the licks at her wrist and around her ribs, all scream at once.
She doesn't think she can move, not on her own, not now that her whole system has been taxed in such a way.
But still, her only thought is her brother.
The scream is loud, high-pitched and desperate, bloodcurdling. "MALCOLM!" She'll scream his name over and over until her voice goes hoarse, throat raw. She can't find him, but if he's okay, he'll find her. He will, he will, he will.
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“Ains! Ains! You made it. Are you okay?!”
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Locked to Raylan - late in the fire
He looked around as he stalked through the main square with increasing desperation.
“Raylan!”
He started jogging, looking frantically into buildings, then broke into a run as they turned up empty. The blast of 1307 exploding startled him badly enough that he tripped on his own feet and fell, staring at the inferno. Then he scrambled to his feet screaming for Raylan almost hysterically.
“RAYLAN! RAYYYYYYLANNNNNNNNNNN!!”
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Even if he was hallucinating them, they were real echoes of screams, his own, Neal's, and Negan's. They were real, they just might not be real right now. His legs screamed for him to run, to follow where he knew Dorian had gone, to go help, but he couldn't make himself move.
Not until he heard Malcolm's desperate screams, the desperate, scratchy cry of his name that managed to get above the wind and roaring of the fire. "Malcolm," he whispered, finding a new way and reason to force himself forward, legs kindly breaking back into a run.
"MALCOLM! MALCOLM!" I'm here.
As soon as Malcolm was in sight, then in arms reach, Raylan was slamming into and around him for a tight hug before pulling back enough to cup his face and look over him. "Are you okay, are you hurt?"
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Maybe pull Ains in next tag? Or with yours?
I'll bring her!
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