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

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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[Nope, Damon, it's not your car. Funny thing is, it's not Kenzi's car either. The storm wasn't even on her radar when she popped the locks and slid into the driver's seat. She was following a train of thought, a thread of memory, trying to recall more details about the life she's not supposed to talk about.

Before she really realized what she was doing, she had wires in her hands, pulled from under the steering wheel, and she was slumped down in the seat trying to remember which was which. Red and Black. Bypass the ignition. Spark to the engine. No key necessary.

She was about to strip the wires when the passenger door opened.]

Holy fUCK!

[Literally caught red handed. Kenzi freezes... after smacking her knee hard against the steering wheel because some jackass scared the shit out of her. Is this the owner of the fucking car? Is she totally busted? She's gotta come up with an excuse...

Anytime now, Kenz. You can stop staring at him like an idiot at ANY TIME.]

Yeah. Like... cats and dogs.

[Brilliant. Not even close to being a save.]

[ Hold up. ]

Lost your keys?

[ He really doesn't care about local grand theft auto, obviously. ]

[Not only does he not care, he seems to not own this car. Which means he's just as guilty as she is for randomly jumping into a RANDOM CAR! Good. That means they're on an even playing field, here.]

Something like that. Lost your car?

Parked it farther away. Everybody goes on and on about a storm here, nobody tells you it's going to be a hail storm. Or, were you wanting the handsome stranger to be pelted with baseballs. [ That was some sort of a kind of charming, but he's not getting out of this car any time soon. And, then, like every memory manages to. ] Kenzi. [ Unfortunately, he doesn't get much more than that. Maybe she knows him, or his wife, or the two of them.

But, they're not stuck in close quarters, so no time like the present. ]

I feel like you're totes over exaggerating-- [One of those larger-than-normal hail pellets hits the windshield right where her face is and causes her to jump and stare at it like she narrowly avoided death by ice clump.]

... Okay, I see your point.

[They are indeed stuck here. Kenzi pushes herself back up into the seat, turning so she's facing Damon and can cross her legs at the ankles to sit comfortably like a kindergartener at story time. She studies his face, trying to figure out how she knows him. If she knows him at all. He seems to know her.]

You're... one of the dudes my cousin works for. Bucky Barnes? Mechanic extraordinaire. He's tres talentueux so you better be raining cash monies on him on the daily.

[ Not. Over exaggerating. ]

He earns his keep. [ They don't make it rain. ] I own the business with my brother. Stefan. He's a quiet, tortured soul but he really does mean well. I'm the fun brother.

Which makes you... Damon. [Right. It makes sense. At least now she knows which brother is which. Stefan is the emo one, Damon is the one that hops into random cars and starts chatting up strangers.

Kenzi smirks, still eyeing him a little warily. Everyone in this town is creepily nice, but that doesn't mean there isn't a homicidal psychopath lurking beneath that cheery exterior. He may be super charming, but she's keeping her guard up.]

How long have you guys been in business?

In the flesh. Well, in your car. [ Your car, Kenz. ]

Three or four years. You lose track. [ Especially, because, right, he doesn't know a lot of these little details. Who knows if the title to his business is accurate. He's had more important things on his mind and in the great memory conversion, a few things slipped through the cracks. ]

I'd understand the need to hot wire when stuck in something like this. Drop your keys from surprise?

[ Now he's just goading her. ]

[She snorts, smirking at him. Right, it's TOTALLY HER CAR.] Keep your flesh to yourself, buddy, I'm a married woman.

[Losing track is definitely something she's familiar with lately. She doesn't even know how long she's lived in this town! She starts thinking about it, trying to recall if she's been here as long as Damon's been fixing cars, but it's just blank. Fuzzy around the edges. There's no definitive answer.

He catches her in thought and his comment throws her off just the slightest bit that her expression cracks into something a little bit guilty.]

... That's totally what happened. You see, it all started when I-- shut your face. I could still kick your ass out into the hail storm and watch you get bruised by sky-ice! This is a neutral, safe, judgement-free car!

That makes two of us. Married.

[ Not a woman.

She turns on a dime and Damon loves it. This is how people should be in this town. Interesting. ] You'll learn, Kenzi, that besides being the fun brother, I'm also the brother who rarely judges. I'm just thrilled there's someone else interesting in this town. Besides my brother. [ Ugh, he rolls his eyes. ] And my wife. [ An after thought is what Katherine Pierce should always be. ]

Mazel tov.

[Is it just her, or is it weird that the "fun brother" is hitched? Okay, it's weird that she's got a ring on it, too, she can't exactly judge. Marriage wasn't something she ever thought would be her thing, but it's actually not shaping up to be that bad.

Surprisingly, neither is Damon! She can totally dig the non-judgey vibe and the low-key way he verbally sideswipes his wife. It's kind of hilarious.]

Interesting is definitely something this place is lacking. I swear, half the people that live here are professional movie extras! They all blend in with each other, barely say anything besides standard friendly greetings, and they all get twitchy when you try to get past the wall of generic pleasantries! It's freakin' creepy as heck, dude!

...You're definitely venturing far from the wall of generic pleasantries.

Who wants to be woken up from their sleepy, hum-drum lives. God forbid we complicate them with our questions.

I'm not the generic pleasantries type. [ Not in the every day. When he's proving a point, getting into an inner circle or trying on charming for size, he is. But, not in the day to day. ] But, you've unlocked the benefit of being stuck inside this car away from invisible and invasive eyes. We are without cameras, Kenzi.

[ Rules be damned. ]

Yeah, what is with those things? Like... who is watching? They're everywhere! At first I thought it was some super hyped up security to combat some kind of crime wave, but there's virtually no crime?!

[There's no anything! People barely lock their doors! It's so fucking weird.]

What do you know about this place?

[ No crime because he interrupted your crime. ]

It's a small town modeled after small towns of America circa the early 90's. You don't want to know why I'm sure about that. [ Besides the technology. ] There are cameras everywhere and once a month new people are brought here. Except they fit into all these memories we have, should have more of, but they only fit when face to face with the person. I have a best friend. His name's Howard. What does he look like? I've got no clue. [ None. ] Anybody who wakes up like we did doesn't belong here. And the sign writers know it. [ He sits back. ] Don't talk about your life before. Why not. It's a hell of a lot more interesting than this place.

[Is it... not the 90's right now? Because for a while she couldn't remember the difference or why her clothes seemed so different than everyone else's.

The memories thing makes her heart skip a beat. She didn't remember Bucky until she saw him at the party. She didn't remember Rumlow until he said her name and she really looked at him. She didn't remember the tea shop until Jefferson looked at her. Fuck. And she was sure she'd never seen Damon before until they were face to face in this car and suddenly his name just pops into her head.

Her life before... new people showing up in the hospital with no memories... the lady that told her the same thing happened a month ago. This is so fucked up. This is some science fiction shit and it's tripping her out and suddenly her chest is getting sooooo tight.

Her eyes go wide as she stares down blankly, trying to catch her breath. It comes in short, staccato gasps as her heart beats frantically. She clutches the front of her jacket in a white-knuckled grip.]

Okay, I think I'm freaking out.

[ Damon isn't used to people not understanding where he's coming from. Stefan and he have memories. Other memories. Katherine has memories prior to theirs but they match up. Their long, sordid mixed up tale of betrayal ten times over. He hasn't caused a panic attack yet, but unbeknownst to him it won't be the last he triggers. ]

You... haven't regained your memories. [ Katherine had. Here, he thinks it could've been a science. It's not. Nothing is. He's used to set rules. Needing a daylight ring to be outside. Stake through the heart. Until threats evolved, and they evolved with them. But this is something entirely new to him. ]

They'll come back, all from before.

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