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

Comments

[sirnyxalot]

[Any unease left over from the storm yesterday has pretty much been left on the backburner by the time the majority of people have ventured out for this festival. Nyx hadn't been sure he was going to come, having slept badly when he managed it, but the weather was nice, the crowds brought up an odd nostalgia that he couldn't name, and dammit, he could use a drink.

So here he is, closer to evening, in a plaid button-down that's almost not warm enough for the chill, fetching his own solo cup of booze. He's no longer wearing a sling, but his arm is still wrapped up and held a little stiffly at his side.

She's probably as easy to spot as he is, with her hair colour, and once he does he immediately turns to make his way to her. It's been....weeks? Since they've talked. He couldn't remember. Not since before his "accident" anyway.]

Ara!

[unweaving]

Nyx, you asshole.

[ Good to see a familiar face after everything that's been going down, and better that it belongs to Nyx. It's been too long, but he's the kind of friend you can fall out of touch with for a little while and then snap back into it. He must be; she knows she hasn't seen him since before she got her new place, but the sound of his voice still makes her grin and brings a rush of easy familiarity that has her moving through the small crowd to meet him halfway. ]

How've you been?

[sirnyxalot]

[He smirks and clutches at his chest as if wounded, then reaches for a hug as soon as she's close enough.]

Downright miserable. Got into some kind of accident, then went chasing after an old ex through the hailstorm of the century. Fun times.

[He toasts with his cup. He can still feel the pull of bruises from the hail. Thank god for leather, to be honest. If he hadn't had his coat, he'd probably be fucked up right about now.]