(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!")

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Comments

[dragoness]

[ keep calm, eliza! keep calm! this sweet winter child knows not what she discusses. ]

Of course I'm a dragon! Can't you tell by my horns? [ six inch tall, twisted things, one longer than the other. ] And my tail? [ a long, musclar black thing with a soft blue bow tied at the end. ]

Do you need to see my wings, too?

[singly]

[ It is true! Which is part of the reason why Malia should learn how to filter, but alas. Surprise registers on her face at the confirmation, head leaning as she gives more inspecting looks over the aforementioned details. ] Yeah. Humans don't have those. They're real? [ Not to add insult to injury of how so not in the know she is; but, they could be costume pieces or something? Maybe? ] Really?

You have wings too? [ A beat. ] Yeah, I wanna see 'em. [ Who wouldn't? ]

1/3

[dragoness]

Wha—

[dragoness]

Of course they're real!

[ and to demonstrate this, eliza reaches up with her hands and pulls on her horns, which... accomplishes nothing other than giving her a headache. ]

D'you think I'm just wearing a headband?!

[dragoness]

[ and then, twirling in place on the tip of her boot (the very tip, like she's a ballet dancer), eliza lets her wings form and spread, stretching out almost as long as she is tall. ]

Are you convinced now of my regality?

[ is "regality" even a word? ]

[singly]

It's just a question... [ Malia mutters under her breath, casting an uncertain at the girl. A little dramatic, isn't she? She blinks at the tug on her horns, pondering why someone would if they already know they're truly attached.

Then the spin, wings spreading out, her own eyes growing wide, mouth agape. She's silent for a few seconds. ]

Wait, dragons aren't...royal -- regal, that means royal, doesn't it? [ Are you playing with fire, Malia? Can this type of dragon breathe fire?! ] Those are...whoa. [ She steps ahead a couple of paces, blinking as she goes. ] I've never seen anything like that before. This, you were born like this? You're really...a dragon. [ She's stuck on her own perception of dragons, still, but she lives in a world with kitsune, wendigos, and every sort of werecreature, so she can adapt. ]