(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.

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Comments

17th

[dehanded]

[ the lion laughs, real lion teeth very obvious! ] Gyahaha! Correct! I am the genius inventor, Thomas Alva Edison — we do not speak of that fool Archer, Tessa. [ ibaraki does not know facts. or anything about tesla. ] And I already said, I am the President-King of the United States! I invented the title myself.

[singly]

[ Concerning as hell: why is Malia engaging with a TALKING lion?! She stares, eyes widening at the drama that backs his tone and word choices.

Tessa? ...Who...? ] Well the US already has someone who...rules over it [ said because she's defaulting to the usage of the word 'king' ], so unless you're from some weird place that doesn't have a current president... [ A long beat. ] I bet you are, too since you're...well. Look at you. [ A wave of one hand. It's blunt and can be taken as insult, since she doesn't know what the hell to think. ] I think Edison died, like, forever ago, though.

What year are you even...from? [ WHAT IS GOING ON? WHO IS THIS LION EVEN. ]

[dehanded]

[ ohh shit. she definitely doesn't know enough about humans, or human history to be able to answer any of this in a way that will convince this girl of her lionbeefman authority. fuck! maybe she should have gone to the child jail, if only so she could learn how to tell the really good lies... n-no! this is fine! she can manage this. ] A President-King never dies! Double taxes for you!

[singly]

[ UM. Malia's face twists in ultimate puzzlement before a wave of refusal to, well, pay taxes?? ] What? What are you trying to tax? I'm not giving you any money.

And everybody dies. Even you. [ ...Maybe not, Malia. You don't know if this force, one that shan't be reckoned with, is immortal or not! You really just do not know. ]

[dehanded]

You are fortunate that I will accept payment in candy, human! Or alcohol, or those beverages you call "Pepsi!" Especially the one that appears to be water, but is made of sugar, fufufu...! [ >:3c gosh, she's excited about the potential dividends she's going to get on this con... it's a good one. just give her a couple more seconds, and her transformation will probably wear off, because despite what she thinks, pepsi is not an adequate substitute for a master's mana. ]

[singly]

[ Someone has selective hearing! That's okay, Malia does too, a good chunk of the time.

The befuddlement returns to her face. ] Wait, you just want stuff that's bad for you? Soda? There's... [ she spares a glance around, a food booth where she know they have fountain drinks too ] enough of that around.

[ However, she only has so much money, tyvm. So, with a cant of her head, there's an important distinction to make here. ] What's in it for me? [ If she gets this lion the Pepsi or other cola he so seems to want. ]

THIS IS SUPER LATE AND I APOLOGIZE KFLSJDFAFASDF

[dehanded]

Hou... Protection, obviously! I — Thomas Alva Edison, PRESIDENT-KING OF THE UNITED STATES — take care of my gang. [ look at these giant beefcat man muscles! he stronk! (actually, he's not. he's a fucking caster and he's weak as shit unless the spirits of all the american presidents as of 2016 are powering him but ibaraki is very stronk no matter what so it doesnt matter) ] Now, go get your taxes. [ this transformation is due to run out any minute, and she needs all the taxes she can get! so... ushering malia towards the vendor with big lionbeef man hands. ] Do not tarry, human, or I will not be able to save you.