(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

[smuttywitch]

[Rachel lets out a small breath as he touches the barrier, but he doesn't seem to care about the black on her aura. Maybe he will later after the adrenaline's spent, but the fact he's not bringing it up is nice. She doesn't regret how she earned the smut, she'd paid the cost for good reasons, but that's easier to explain to herself than other people.

She waits a few moments, lets the circle drop, silently spindling more energy in her head as she does. She's going to be exhausted after this, since it's been...at least a couple weeks since she's done leyline magic like this, but it's probably a good thing. She needs to keep in practice, and not just for moments of kneejerk panic like this.

She manages a tiny smile at his comment. Had it been him? Maybe. She's remembering another man now--a man in Robbie's jacket and an old fashioned hat, a man who had called her 'Mistress' and hadn't been smiling each time. Pierce. Pierce, saving that little girl from that old master--proving herself, like she wanted to now]

I was about eighty percent sure it would work. [she only winces a little at the sting of rain and ice, even though she's having to clench her teeth to keep them from chattering. Another tickling memory, of being in cold water and almost getting hypothermia and...Trent? Right, that's something she's worrying about over tequila] And I've had a lot crappier odds pay out in my favor. [she hesitates--worry for him mingling with the fact she hasn't been running alone for almost two years. And he didn't freak out or try to tell her that her circle wasn't strong enough, which it might not be but it was better than nothing]

Having another set of hands around can make them slightly-less crappy odds, if you think you can keep up.

[sirnyxalot]

Will one hand do, you think?

[Injecting humor into a situation that didn't deserve it. Sounded about right.]

Somehow I doubt keeping up is the problem right now. Here, you need something else besides your barrier. This ice'll tear you up.

[He starts stripping out of the coat in order to hand it to her.]

[smuttywitch]

I think we can work with it.

[she manages to grin, before there's another flash of memory--Kisten giving her his jacket on their first not-date, quips about pheremones--and she's glad that shaking her head is a good response here]

I've got my leather, I'll be okay. [she even moves shaking fingers to do up the buttons now. Why wasn't it buttoned before. Oh right, she ran off without thinking like the dumbass witch she is]

You need it more. I don't want to be the reason you wind up back in the hospital. [are they seriously going to stand here fighting about a jacket? Probably, because this is Rachel and stubborn might as well be her middle name. More people would know it then, anyway]

[sirnyxalot]

I'd like to think I'm a little more durable than that.

[But nevertheless he keeps his coat. He knows better than to argue with a woman who insists she knows what she's doing. Crowe and Selena both had been like that.

(He gets the impression that there was another, but he couldn't seem to recall her face, much less her name or what she did that was so notable.)]

Could you tell where the screams came from?

[smuttywitch]

It's your skin. Just don't expect me to come vist if you do get laid up again.

[but it's said with a smile. She remembers why she hates hospitals so much now, but she'd still go for a friend. Even if she's not sure if the memories she has of him before are real ones, he's definitely...something to her now.

She sighs, turning her head a bit. Not for the first time, she wishes Ivy and Jenks were here. Sure, Jenks wouldn't last a minute in a hailstorm, but between the two of them she could track better.

She waves vaguely in one direction] Sounded like it was that way, but with this wind and everything, can't be sure. If we even knew who it was out there I'd start yelling for them, but I don't want whatever's got them coming our way first.

[see, she's not always totally thoughtless about danger. She is pulling her handcuffs out of her handbag now, though, hooking them on the loop of her pants for slightly easier access. And waiting for...some reaction to them, as she starts stepping forward]

[sirnyxalot]

[His first reaction is not a negative one, per se, but certainly not one appropriate for the time and place.]

I never expect people to visit.

[It's not shouted, so he wouldn't be surprised if she misses hearing it. Doesn't entirely know why he said it. He has friends, after all. He catches up to her, squinting into the darkness and wishing he'd thought to grab some kind of light.]

The chances of us actually finding anything are near impossible. Even I can't track anything in this even if I had proper gear.