(catch-all) the storm & the st. paddy's day festival

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CATCH-ALL: 16TH & 17TH

march 16

THE THUNDER ROLLS

The day starts off atmospherically heavy. The clouds are low, and the temperature is unusually warm, settling in the mid to high 50s (teens in Celsius). Townies are wandering around town in lightweight jackets and hoodies making small talk about the unusual weather, but for the most part they're pleased with the warmth, even if the clouds off in the distance look rather ominous. As the day goes on, the clouds creep closer and the residents seem more inclined to get a roof over their heads and stay there. The midmorning news predicts heavy rainfall by the late afternoon, but the savvier townsfolk say it’s going to be worse than that.

They’re not wrong. The sun drops low, and the winds start to pick up, howling through the trees, bringing with them nickel-size chunks of hail and torrential rains. The darker the night gets, the worse the storm hits Wayward Pines; by the time the sun has set, the sky is obscured with opaque, swirling clouds, the winds snapping trees in half, rattling the power lines, causing electricity to flicker and sometimes go out. The hail pings against the cars not safely parked inside garages, leaving the more exposed with significant damage to paint and windows, and anyone brave (or stupid) enough to step outside is instantly soaked to the skin in cold rain.

The most chilling thing of all isn’t the rain. Anyone trying to wait the weather out on Main Street will hear three wrenching cries coming from the woods, almost like the exact moment a person shreds their vocal cords in a scream. The townies claim not to hear anything unusual. It’s just the wind, they say, and they may be right. The sound as it shrieks through the trees and between buildings is similar enough to cast doubt, and combined with the rain even the most experienced camper would likely get lost trying to find it.

march 17

THERE’S WHISKEY IN THE JAR, OH

Whatever damage was caused by the previous night’s storm has mostly been cleared from Main Street by the early morning of St Patrick's Day. The streets are still a little wet, with plenty of puddles for the more adventurous children (and adults) to splash around in. The air is still a little chilly, but nothing a sweatshirt can’t fix. Nothing’s fully set up until about nine in the morning, but when it is, the St. Patty’s Day celebration gets under way. It’s small, more of a farmers' market or small festival than anything major. There’s food stalls and tables for eating, as well as a few booths where townsfolk are plying their crafts and non-food wares, as well as live music. The festivities during the daylight hours are pretty tame, a PG-rated good time for all.

When the sun sets, the party gets a little more rowdy. Someone busts out the booze and someone else busts out the Mardi Gras beads, and the music gets louder. While many food stalls are still open, the rest have shut down as the street fills with revelers, many of them holding cups half-filled with beer or something a little stronger. This part of the party isn’t for kids, and if anyone underage is spotted they'll quickly get escorted back home by the police — so try not to get caught, yes?

MOD NOTES

This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the storm (March 16th) and the St. Patrick's Day festival (March 17th)! Details on both of these happenings can be found in the March Newsletter.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, which Day(s) your top-level takes place in, and Open or Closed, to help keep things a bit more organized. (For example: "Joe Biden | 16th & 17th | Open!")

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Comments

[smuttywitch]

[Rachel's used to people saying...something about her hair, at least. Usually it's other witches who can tell she's taming it, and ask just what she's using. And she has to explain that it's a charm she and her mom worked on for years before it came out right. She's not used to straight out compliments. Okay, maybe from men but that was usually the kinds who wanted a redhead as another notch on their broomstick.

Stil, she grins] Ah, thanks. It's a chore, but it's worth it. [if she has another drink, coupled with the pain amulet she's wearing to ward off the effects of taking a beating from the hail last night, she'll probably spill just why her hair looks awesome right now instead of like something from a really bad 80s music video. But she's not that wasted yet. Which is why she also doesn't give into unfocusing herself to open up her second sight to try to figure out just why this woman is giving her a weird vibe. Not bad, not yet. Just weird. She doesn't smell anything she's used to from her world--not the dusky incense of a vamp or the wine and cinnamon of an elf. But this world isn't hers, so she's not betting on that meaning anything]

Me? Yeah, I'm awesome. [and she means it, right now. She feels so good. She knows it's partially what happens when you mix a pain amulet with beer, but a place like this, full of happy people enjoying music and drinks it reminds her of something--something really good, and she wants to remember it but right now she's just having fun while she can] I'm Rachel. Rachel Morgan. [she holds out the hand not holding the beer--not thinking right now about the fact that's her left hand, the one with the weird slashed circle scar on the inside of her wrist, only sort of covered by her shiny bracelet with its black gold band and silver charms]

[abetment]

[ Katherine's stuck manually using beauty tools, but she thinks that she's got her look down pat. Her words are sincere too, a true compliment from someone as egocentric as Katherine Pierce. Smiling back, letting a grin slide in, she nods. ] We both know how that goes. [ There's a generous amount of drinking, everywhere, herself partaking in it too. She doesn't get drunk as quickly as humans, witches, anyone without the super stamina that werewolves and vampires have on their side, but she is carrying around a festive cocktail. Sipping at it as she's answered.

Another smile, and who doesn't appreciate good vibes from someone who looks like they know how to have a fun time (meaning, more partying instead of, oh, goody two-shoe style fun such as rollerskating or sock hops.) She catches sight of the scar, taking in physical details as they show, noting the bracelet too. ] Pretty. [ The jewelry, and she extends her hand to give a solid shake as she says that, polite and smooth; she must mean the bracelet since she has one of her own on too, a silver piece that dangles with a cut lapis lazuli stone, giving it the tiniest shake once their hands part. A silent indication of how they sort of match. ] It's nice to meet you, Rachel. I'm Katherine Pierce. [ A beat. ] Sorry, for asking, I mean I thought...I wanted to make sure. I think you were just into the music? [ Playing that off, for the sake of both of them, laughing under her breath.

Another sip from her glass. ] I didn't think they'd have any parties like this here. Or, none that I remember ever going to, being around. [ Playing up the fact that she outwardly acknowledges she had a life there in town, that she knows is fake but she's obeying the rules set by their weird law enforcement. ] I like it. They should do these more, don't you think?

[smuttywitch]

[Rachel glances at her bracelet with an odd smile. She knows her boyfriend gave it to her, remembers that very strongly, but so much about him is still missing and that's annoying. How could she hit her head so hard that she'd forget someone she loved that much, when she'd remembered Ivy and Jenks after a few days?]

Thanks. Yours is really nice too. [she's usually not one for fancy jewelery herself, as shown by the big silver hoop earrings she'd also wearing, but...the man she loved had money and enjoyed finer things. She remembered that now, looking at Katherine's very nice bracelet.

She laughs a little] Oh yeah, I guess I'm still a bit wiped from getting caught in the storm last night. [and running further into it than towards her house, because she's a dumb hero like that] But I couldn't just stay cooped up in the house when there was a party going on. Hasn't been anything this fun in awhile. [also keeping up the lie. But she think's it's probably also true, this place is too sleepy for her liking. At least on the outside.

She blinks a few times again, as more fuzzy memories try to uncloud themselves, seemingly triggered by...Katherine? How close she is. The fact she's clearly so well put together. Why is her mind screaming vampire? The hidden scar on Rachel's neck isn't tingling, she doesn't smell incense, but she definitely has the grace and beauty to be a living vamp.

She tries to tamp the fear down before it has a chance to make her pulse spike and her body pump out pheremones that would make any vampire think she was as temping as a freshly baked cookie, putting on a brighter smile] They should definitely do something like this again. But maybe with some heavier music. [she grins down at her leathers, the best hint that she's not ususally a fiddles and whistles kind of girl] Maybe a talent show for the kids? There have to be a couple at the high school who are itching for an excuse to play something that would make our eardrums burst. [another flash of memory--bright lights, dancing, blue eyes flashing with a smile--makes her squeeze her eyes shut for a moment but she hides it by taking a long sip of her drink]

[abetment]

[ Why have less than nice when you can live in luxury? Katherine picks and chooses what she has (or, did, at home; the town isn't exactly up to snuff with the nines), what she wants as far as the fine attributes of life go. Great clothes and better booze, since she's a vampire who has her priorities.

She smiles again with the returned compliment, turning her wrist over a couple of times, in a circle at its joint. A faint frown as she remembers the storm, thinking of someone with Rachel's overall human (appearing) body being caught within its torrent. Is the other woman really physically okay, she wonders to herself. Another smile, small. ] It looks like a lot of people did. Good for town morale.

[ Katherine takes a long sip, missing those direct blinks, not reaching her hearing out to pick up on any changes in heartbeat. There's too much activity going on, including the rise and fall of the music. Plus, she's not a ravenous beast and feeds (from blood bags because Salvatore good nature) regularly. She's there out of curiosity, yes, but she's behaving. She's good at doing so, when she wants to.

The smile is returned, their expressions bouncing off each others', chuckling and looking down over the clothing Rachel wears. Head tilting at the idea (she doesn't care about the music, honestly, but she can pretend), she casts a curious look over. ] It'd be appropriate for the -- [ oops, not the decade they're evidently in. she can't say that ] lulls that plague this place. They should, but some of the others, older folks, might complain about noise violation. [ A low laugh. ] It's a good school, well equipped as I remember [ she attended there, after all ], so I bet they have any necessary equipment. Instruments.

Do you...play anything, or are you like me in just being a happy audience member? [ Not that they'd want to be active participants in a talent show for kids, but perhaps someone with such a background might want to help organize it or something! Who knows. ]