(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!")

Should you choose to participate in both mini-events, you're welcome to make separate top-level posts for each day or to combine them both into one.

If you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to ask them here.

Comments

[oncekind]

[Jiaying has kept her arm up for most of her trip, so that has taken the brunt of the beating. She pulls up her long sleeve and grimaces at the ugly sight of pockmarks that are likely going to bruise. Her face receiving only a cut or two from the hail. The rest of her body will have to be checked later. For now, she's mostly running on adrenaline.]

I'll be fine. You're bleeding.

[she looks at Skye with concern, reaching up to gently touch the tips of her fingers to her face. Regardless of what she remembers, how sour things went, there is something to be said about finding your daughter again after spending a month looking for a baby. After remembering the absolute devastation of losing her. She'll give Daisy another chance. It's the motherly thing to do, isn't it?]

[morethan084]

Yeah, didn't really think about how hail could actually hurt.

[It wasn't exactly a common thing in New York, especially at the size these pieces of hail were. She pulled her head back just a little when Jiaying reached out to touch her face because even just that pressure hurt. Or maybe her face was just stinging in general, cause you know, hail attacked her face.]

Who's Daisy?

[A lot of weird things happen in this town, Skye noticed. Did Jiaying have some sort of memory slip?]

[oncekind]

[Jiaying lowered her hand again, apologetic. Still, she looked at Skye with a kind of fondness and warmth that was difficult to fake.]

You are.

[morethan084]

[Okay something definitely happened to her. She was hallucinating, obviously. Thinking she was someone else.]

No I'm not. It's me. Skye?

[Ringing any bells?]

We met a few weeks ago.

[oncekind]

My mind has never been clearer. [A pause as she struggles to think of how Skye would believe her.] Twenty five years ago I lost a baby daughter. She was taken from me. Finding her was all that I could think of. It consumed me. Until one day I woke up and couldn't recognize myself. I continued to live my life but Cal, he never gave up. He found you. Brought you back to me. Your name is Daisy Johnson. You were born July 2nd, 1988. [Tears gathered in her eyes but she kept smiling.]

[morethan084]

What?

[That's about the only word she can get out right now. She had never mentioned she was adopted, not to her, not to anyone here. So why would she say something like that if it wasn't the truth? But it also seemed like such a stretch, or maybe she was just in denial that after searching for years...]

I never met anyone named Cal. I would remember if...

[Would she though? Sometimes it still felt like she was in a haze here.]

Prove it.

[Of course she knew that wouldn't be easy to do. Not here. ]

[oncekind]

[She looked a little flustered] I know what I'm saying sounds implausible. Maybe you haven't met him yet. Or you haven't remembered. But... [she flicked her gaze back at Skye] you told me you had a mistrust of home. That a foster family sent you home after you broke their decanter. [Then a smile that's both proud and a little disapproving] And drank their scotch.

[morethan084]

[Skye had started to question if she had somehow let that slip, that she was adopted. However what Jiaying says next, there was no way for her to know that. There's a sudden weight in her chest and it's not long before she starts sobbing. Knees giving out from the emotional shock from all of that information just being thrown at her. Her parents were alive, and her mom is right in front of her. This is not at all how she expected her day to end.]

[oncekind]

[Jiaying reaches for her, following her down to her knees as she gently, slowly coaxes Skye to accept being cradled in her embrace.]

It's all right. I'm here now.

[morethan084]

[Skye leans into her, although she keeps her hands tucked against herself instead of wrapping them around Jiaying. This didn't feel real, or maybe she just wouldn't allow herself to fully believe that this was all true.]

How? You were dead. They told me you were dead.

['They' being Coulson. She remembered that much.]

[oncekind]

[Anger bubbles to the surface, thankfully hidden from Skye's view. She takes a moment to suppress it and continues to stroke her hair gently]

No, no, no. That's not true. Who told you that? We left the village only for a moment and when we came back... [She hugs Skye tighter.] My Daisy. I finally found you again.

[morethan084]

[Skye wasn't even ashamed to be clinging to her at this point. She's yearned for this for years, to be held by her mother.]

I spent years trying to find you.

[oncekind]

I know. [She holds her tight] I'm sorry I stopped looking. But your father, Cal, he never did. He brought us together again. [She pulls back if only to look her tearfully in the eyes] I know you don't remember. But it's the truth.

[morethan084]

[Skye can barely keep herself from crying, especially now that shes actually looking at her mother.]

Why don't I remember any of this? I should be able to remember this important.

[oncekind]

[She lowers her voice to a whisper, letting the hail and storm outside cover up their conversation. She gently cups her hands on either side of Skye's face, mindful of her injuries even as she smiled a pained smile.]

You will. With time. It's taken me this long to remember. [A pause as she slides her eyes shut, opening them again with a more solemn expression] Listen, Daisy. We have to keep this a secret. Whatever's happening here. It doesn't include us playing the part of mother and daughter.

[morethan084]

[Skye's nose scrunching up briefly is the only sign that having her face handled hurt. Right now she didn't care though, because she was here with her mother.

It hurts to hear that she'd rather this be kept a secret, but she understood that.]

Don't talk about the past. I know, but how can I go around pretending you don't exist? I've been searching for you for years.

[oncekind]

We can still be together. I'm not about to let this place take that away from us. [Not by anyone, really. Not unless it's on her terms.]

[morethan084]

How do you know they wont? I mean, I don't even remember how I got here.

[It would be easy to believe that she could actually spend the rest of her life with her mother here. That nothing bad would happen to separate them once again.]

[oncekind]

We play by their rules. For now. [She's not about to reveal her abilities or her inhuman status to Skye. Not yet.]

[morethan084]

[Pressing her lips together in both thought, and to try and stop herself from crying again, Skye looked down briefly at the ground.]

Okay.

[It's hard for her trust people, but Skye always felt that way ever since they started talking. Now she knew why. Lifting her gaze, Skye started to get up from the ground before holding her hand out to mother. Probably would be better if they didn't just lay near the door for the rest of the night.]