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- º tvd: stefan salvatore,
- º world trigger: kohei izumi,
- º z nation: ten thousand
(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.
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[ With his request, she starts to nod, trying to think of somewhere. ] Generic. [ That's not so easy, but... ] I like pizza. That works. [ Far more specific places bring her actual comfort, but that's not how this apparently works. ]
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Welcome to SBARRO, a staple of tourism in New York, specifically SBARRO in the 1990's. He spent some time in the Grunge 90's in New York and he's getting creative with his mind-sharing, lately. He took Jiaying to the beach, technically without asking, so he gave Malia the choice.
Anyway, Damon's decked out in his 90's grunge best, leather jacket, white t with an anarchy symbol, jeans and hair longer than Malia remembers, gelled and greasy. He's done a number on Malia who's hair has acquired black streaks, and more body, curled in longer layered waves. Anyway, they're waiting in line behind a few couples and in front of a family of five. ]
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When they open, she glances around, reaching out in front of herself with one hand as if the air might hold some quality that she can actually grasp. ] Wow. [ Turning her head, she realizes there's a weight to her hair that's never been there, all while really taking in what Damon's wearing. It's one of the most wild moments of her life, and that's coming from a werecoyote with a super traumatic past! She nods ahead. ] Long line.
[ A long beat, that hair moving ever so slightly as she looks around them again. ] This is...really amazing. You can do this because you're a vampire? [ They're in some secret place, where they can freely speak, she knows that. ] Is it like...my mind? Yours?
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Quite the tourist trap. We're right off of Times Square. [ Everything is deep reds and black chairs, a vintage menu and carb-loaded goodness. ] Stefan would say Chicago pizza is superior, but he doesn't know what he's talking about.
[ he's smiling, though. He's really never appreciated what he can do like this, not until ending up here. ] Mine in yours. Technically, it's dream sharing, manipulation, you see what I want you to see. But, older vampires who've honed their skills can do it without touching someone, and without them sleeping. [ Like Damon. ] But, like anything else, it needs practice. [ The line moves up, Damon taking a few steps forward. ]
This is how we speak openly here. And not just in code, confuse the average yokel openly. [ A little kid tugs at Damon's pant leg and he looks down. The mother with the big hair apologizes and Damon shakes his head. ] It's no problem. May I? [ Yep, Damon's picking up a small toddler. ] Malia, the line's moving.
[ Walk, girl. ]
Your boyfriend you mentioned, the one that doesn't remember being your boyfriend. That's because he hasn't been your boyfriend. Not yet.
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She nods in agreement. ] You look nice. [ It's not a lie, but do you really want an awkward werecoyote being the judge of what looks nice on you, Damon?
She's listening, absorbing, taking in the smells of the restaurant's choices with a content smile: she really likes food, as he may know now after this day. Does pizza eaten in the subconscious taste as good as the kind in real life?
He clarifies, and she holds onto each word. Frozen in spot over the details he provides. It's true, she hasn't moved and her eyes widen over the presence of this random kid. How they're suddenly being picked up by someone who, well, doesn't seem like he would care one way or the other about kids.
Okay, she moves, finally, coming up beside him. One corner of her mouth twists up, brows knitting as she peers over at him in firm doubt. ] Yes he has. Unless...you mean for him, don't you?
Well. He lived in some other place too. So did Allison. I dunno, none of what they've told me about it makes any sense. All I really know for sure is what he knows from before, when he was still in Beacon Hills, and...I guess you're right.
So, what? People come here from completely different days? Months? Years? [ A sigh -- is the mind trip the only vampire 101 she's getting? Either way, she's distracted by this part of the conversation now. ] Is that what it was like for you and Stefan? Katherine?
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Damon deposits the random child (rude, Malia, his name is Chester) onto the counter before taking their number and leading her through the restaurant. It's a fantasy, orders don't need to be taken. As he leads the way, he listens. ] What do you mean he lived in some other place? He didn't meet you and he moved somewhere else before he did?
[ He heads up the stairs now, past two very beautiful models who you'd think wouldn't be in an establishment like this, giving them a nod and a smile. Even a raise of the eyebrow. ]
Stefan, no. He and I remember all the same things. It's why we may not be as close as everyone thinks we are. I messed up - before coming here. [ He takes a seat at one of the empty two seat tables overlooking the restaurant. ] Had a real, self-sacrificing woe is me moment and Stefan stepped in. Like he usually does. He always takes the bullet for his big brother. But, I'm getting carried away. Katherine. It turns out Katherine is from years before us, confirmed only by the clothing she was given when she arrived. Well, when she went to the perving sheriff. So, I can't speak for wherever else your boyfriend and your friend lived, but, whatever her remembers of you, it's what happened. To him.
[ And their pie arrives. Meat lovers. ]
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Like, they both talk about this...space ship, station, they lived on. If Allison didn't have the same story, I'd of thought Stiles was being an idiot and trying to play out a long running joke. [ Before she realized he had nightmares, more than she's ever recalled him to regularly have. They all have pasts, and the frailty of the human psyche is pretty prevalent to her, those days. ] So, yeah, I guess.
[She's following him, really taking in more of the scope of this 90s establishment. There's a lot of weird differences -- what were they thinking back then? That people couldn't go out to eat without being bombarded with decor equally as tacky as the layout of the place? Not that the decade's that far back, even for her, but it's...something else. Everything strikes her as too busy; meanwhile, she has no idea how much worse it could actually get. She barely sees the models. ]
I guess he's just from this really weird kind of point of, time, or whatever you could call it. [ More listening, because she cares about Damon's answers. They sit, and her focus does draw away a couple of times from instinct, sounds and sights to observe. ] You and Stefan have been on the same page, then. [ Hello pizza. YUM. ] That's really good. You're...I only know what you've told me, but it's probably good you're both here, then. [ If Damon needs that saving.
For any interested parties, yes, pizza in this type of space in time does taste delicious. Or, maybe she just knows what it's supposed to taste like. It's her favorite kind, after all. Hm...that's...interesting: did he just, like, guess? ] I kinda wish he'd remember more. But, not everything. Things got...complicated. [ She shrugs, looking down, taking another bite. ] There's a lot I'm glad no one else knows. [ It's selfish to not want Lydia to remember certain things too, isn't it? Sheesh. ]
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[ Captain Skeptical has joined the party. But, then, he brought Malia to a SBARRO in the early 90's. Who is he to question the limits of the Sy in the Fy. ]
Some things are better left in the past. [ Damon doesn't eat the pizza. He doesn't need to. But, he does scan the crowd below. If Malia is paying attention or has even caught sight of her, someone similar to his wife Katherine steps in through the door, just being carefree. Elena, light, stubborn, enjoying herself with Damon's stock version of her friends. But, he looks back. ] Point is, it sounds like there's more at play here than just mass kidnaps and mind alteration. We're not just taken from where, but when.
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[ The created world pulls Malia's attention away here or there, and she does spot the girl in question. Does the girl look familiar? She can't decide, but if it's someone in town? Maybe Damon's creating figments of them. Could be. ] Which makes it even more complicated. [ She's finished off a slice, not going in for more. It tasted fine; she merely knows they won't be in there forever. More talking, less eating, sounds like a good plan. ] Being here. Have you learned anything else about how that even happens? [ Will he tell her? She hopes he would, feels like there's a growing trust with him showing her what he has. ] Who we can blame? 'Cause the sheriff seems useless and too stupid to be so evil. Or to have any actual motive. [ Kinda harsh, Malia. ]
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[ He's not. Not really. ] I dropped the ball on that. We all have. But, we have a plan. I have a few prongs I'm working, ears around town. [ And that's Katherine's MO. ] We're finding out one way or another.
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Prongs? Like, something pointy? [ Too literally, Malia. ] So, you and, your family I guess, the both of them technically are? Other people too? [ Even there in SBARRO-land, she doesn't directly ask for names of anyone else. She knows that being too nosy gets no one anywhere, and Damon shares what Damon wants to. Just like she does.
She likes that. ]
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