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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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[ its not a dead animal this time, jack. we're not done being carnivores yet, okay. the box approaches rapidly, still completely disregarding the stormy weather, and as she gets closer and closer, jack can almost hear the sound of someone singing whatever passed for a bawdy drinking song back in 11th century japan.

moments later, there's the sound of the front door being kicked open with inhuman force. ]

Rejoice! I have retrieved the elixirs from the child jail, and tonight we shall feast!!

_{[The stubby legs carry the box up the sidewalk. Doom approaches.]}

What does that say? P... ep. Pepsi? Pepsi.

_{[Maybe it says something about him that Pepsi fails to ring a bell, but it's not the first time he's heard a giant metal box dropping vulgarities.

... And there goes the door. The fierce wind, rain, and hail make an appropriately moody backdrop for Ibaraki's roar of triumph as she bursts, like a warrior returned victorious from the Holy Grand Larceny wars. Jack would kind of be impressed if he had a clue what she was talking about.

Uhhh, hope someone here knows how to repair doors because at this rate they're going to burn through hinges like toilet paper. Brave soldier that he is, he joins her at the door to see what the commotion is about.]}

The who, the what, and the where? What's that for?

_{[Guess who doesn't have vending machines in his homeland.]}

[ !! based abbot and costello, your jokes are timeless, and ibaraki saw a youtube video of "who's the tank" once, even though world of warcraft doesnt mean shit if humanity doesn't exist. ]

I know that human joke! Tank, mage... but the third is supposed to be "I don't know." You are bad at jokes. [ she drops the vending machine off in the foyer, shaking the contents even more than running along with them in the rain did — the first pepsi they crack open is going to go off with the force of a stick of dynamite. ]

This is our new box of elixirs! [ said, as she sheds the heavy beaded belt holding her outer kimono shut. ] The red horn does not have a master, and we grow tired of not having mana. [ there goes the kimono itself... and the obi on her under layer.... ] But the child jail has no need for mana! Why they would give prisoners power like this, I do not know. [ and... oh dear, she's absolutely completely naked, right in the doorway which is still missing a door. ] So it is ours now.

_{["Bad at jokes." Ouch. Hit a guy where it hurts, why don't you.]}

It would've been funnier if it were a joke...

_{[Those had been legitimate questions... Don't mind the dismayed mumbling from Jack's direction, he's just going to stay his perpetually confused self and eye the metal contraption.

The questions keep piling up. How much does that thing weigh that she'd carried it here like a bag of feathers? Who's "the red horn"? Child... jail? Why? Why? He hasn't felt this utterly lost since Mother had last rattled off something cryptic about humans, and choices, and writing the last page of a story, and then vanished into thin air. (Why hasn't she come to get me yet? is the ultimate question that hurts his heart to think.)]}

I have absolutely no idea what that-- _{[Means. He doesn't get to finish the thought, turning away from the vending machine just in time for Ibaraki to shamelessly and unhesitatingly drop the last of her clothes to the floor, leaving the rest of her exposed.

...]}

Augh! We just met! This is too sudden!

_{[Look at that cleavage!]}

[ hands on her hips, standing before him in nothing but smallclothes, ibaraki looks at Jack with something resembling pity and amusement. she picks the soaking kimono and obi and pushes them into his chest. ]

Too soon for what, egg boy? You are of no interest to me, for you have nothing I want that I cannot acquire already. Dry these, and give me dry things!

[ DO AS SHE SAYS, EGG BOY. ]

But why naked!?

_{[He's still not looking. Nope, not looking. Mother raised him right (or at least the scarier of his foster sisters scared the hormonal teen boy in him into submission), and he has his head turned away so that he misses Ibaraki's movement until the bundle of wet things is pressed against him, chilly droplets of water that fall from them making the hair on his bare arms prickle to life.

Slow down, does he look like a maid?]}

Why me!? _{[He'll die in this town and why this will be engraved on his tombstone.]} You just said I didn't have anything you wanted!

_{[Ah... It becomes apparent after a hazarded peek that his virgin eyes hadn't been in danger of spying on a totally butt naked girl and getting smacked for it. Phew.]}

If I do, are you going to start speaking in a way that makes sense? 'Cause so far all I got is that there's a big metal contraption in the foyer.

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