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- ! event,
- teen wolf: malia tate,
- º fate: elizabeth bathory,
- º fate: ibaraki douji,
- º fate: robin hood,
- º ff type-0: jack,
- º ffxv: aranea highwind,
- º ffxv: nyx ulric,
- º houseki no kuni: phosphophyllite,
- º lost girl: kenzi malikov,
- º mass effect: lantar sidonis,
- º mcu: brock rumlow,
- º mcu: bucky barnes,
- º mcu: howard stark,
- º mcu: jiaying,
- º mcu: natasha romanoff,
- º mcu: skye,
- º mcu: steve rogers,
- º ouat: jefferson,
- º teen wolf: jordan parrish,
- º teen wolf: lydia martin,
- º the hollows: rachel morgan,
- º tvd: caroline forbes,
- º tvd: damon salvatore,
- º tvd: katherine pierce,
- º tvd: stefan salvatore,
- º world trigger: kohei izumi,
- º z nation: ten thousand
(catch-all) the storm & the st. paddy's day festival



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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damon salvatore l 16th and 17th l Open
[ despite the new information, and his newfound truce, Damon doesn't give up on Elena eventually finding her way here. he doesn't want her here, not if she's in any danger and not if it's just after waking up, but with Katherine being from earlier in time, he can't help but wonder if Elena could, as well. he vacillates between wishing he were here and not wishing this on anyway. (he'd selfishly take Bonnie over Elena if they are indeed in a long form danger.
both Katherine and Damon decide to wear their wedding rings. until they learn that there's been a trial separation or this is some giant joke by their faceless overlords, they've decided to play along. now a married man, Damon's routine doesn't change. what unnerves him (on a long list), is the sudden chatter about incoming inclement weather. there was the snow the month before which was just inconvenient, but only because he'd done the 'stuck inside' routing his first week. this seems to worry the townies and drop-ins alike and that doesn't sit well.
he spends the morning before opening being a chatty local business owner, trying to get the low down on the impending storm. between outright asking about the storm, or asking if they've heard there's going to be one, he both spreads the word and tries to find more answers. something that lack in this town. maybe it's as he gets his morning coffee, as he's window shopping at Lagomarchino's or, as he's heading into work. ] I don't know if you heard, but a storm is coming this afternoon.
[ before the storm, he can be found in his office, taking care of the books once again. It's getting monotonous his second month in, and he's starting to get antsy. don't judge that he's several drinks in for the day.
he encourages Stefan to pack it in early, but the storm seems to be kept at bay. just before sunset, they decide to take separate cars. their lives do seem to have veered off, what with Damon's marriage.
he takes the storm lightly, ignoring the ominous clouds, the howling wind that kicks up and the earlier warnings. it hits quickly. it's not the rain that concerns him, but the hail that starts to come down. in Mystic Falls, he'd use his speed and make it inside somewhere, but he's not the only one caught outside and there are cameras everywhere. the hail becomes unavoidable, more than a mere nuisance as it actually starts to hit. taking advantage of the quaint small town life, he finds the first car door he can that's open and climbs into the passenger side. oh, is this not his car? too bad. ] It's really coming down out there.
17th; talk to the man who put you here, and don't wait for the sky to clear
[ damon's not expecting an event. in Mystic Falls, these are planned weeks in advanced. there are volunteers and costumes and it's all very down home, but here, he wakes up and by the time he makes it into work, he has to veer off to a side street and park there, because there's some kind of festival. it's the first time since valentines' he realizes that there's a true calendar to this place. it's St. Patrick's day.
since cars can't actually make it into their garage, damon encourages stefan not to open, but to enjoy. what better way to get to know the towns people and garner more information, than to attend the local events? in truth, he's going for three reasons, one to see if jiaying is about, to see if she's garnered anything knowledgeable, check in with Malia should she be there, and to let her know another vampire from his world has arrived, and to see if the local sheriff shows up. he's feeling friendly. he's always been a friend to the sheriff's.
during the day, damon doesn't each much. when pressed to eat something, he'll oblige with a smile, but at some point he may tell the person he isn't hungry. he'll wander the craft carts, and take in the sights, but mostly, he's on the lookout for people he knows, the previous three people mentioned, and new people whose memories haven't slotted into place for him yet. there's a puzzle to put together, and everyone here might be a part of it.
at night, damon is the life of the party, especially when he gets his hands on beads. to any lucky ladies of an acceptable age he may just ] You know, per Mardi Gras rules, I can't just hand these beads over. There is Mardi Gras currency. [ And he'll coyly shrug. ] Those are several decade old traditions we'd be disrespecting. [ but he's mostly joking, he is technically married and people here know his wife. he'll still give a bead necklace away. or four.
[ when not getting women to take their tops off, innocently, he's seeing what this town is like at night, when people aren't under the cover of bars or safe inside their artificial fake homes. it's fascinating. if he sees a kid he's spoken to, he'll do his town duty and offer to escort them home. ] isn't it a little after your bed time?
[ finally, for the first time in two months, he's imbibing, not privately, but publicly. over-imbibing really, to the point of dancing and reveling and even flirting. ] You're not wearing green. You know what that means. [ and feel free to point out that he isn't, either. ]
17th
[ She rolls her eyes when this worker (did he just fall off the turnip truck?) slows again, but she slams money into his hand once it's there. Pulls the tray toward herself. ] Keep the change. [ Then she walks off to try to find an empty table.
But spots Damon as she goes. Has he been watching her? Maybe, maybe not, but she smiles, nodding for him to come over as she sits down at a picnic table. ]
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When he finds Malia, he does keep track of her, witnessing the exchange. Money in hand, he lifts his cup in her direction, before joining her at her picnic table. ]
Judgy vendors. [ Malia is well aware of his extras, so admitting his hearing is nothing at this point. ]
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She continues on. ] You out to meet people? New people showed--had accidents. Same time of the month we did. [ A sigh. ] Otherwise, this really doesn't seem much like your kinda place. Event. Whatever. [ She knows he'll answer either end of that, from whichever angle he wishes. Meanwhile, she goes to take a bite from one of the sandwiches. Beef. Barbecue. Chewing, listening, not super messy but, you know, who really needs manners. ]
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Malia, I resent that. As a matter of fact, I grew up in a town much like this. I prefer these town-wide events, usually with more warning. [ But, what can you do. ] But, I also like the meeting, the schmoozing, being well aware of the second wave of these tragic town-wide accidents. You'd think a seminar might be planned. But, no, our careless drivers get off scotfree [ he leans forward close, speaking out the side of his mouth. ] while sexual harassers endure overhead projections and videos and seminars galore. Gooo figure.
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She eats, enjoying the food, as he speaks -- what else is she gonna do with all this food? Sandwich half-eaten, she lowers it back to its plate, staring at him for a moment. Processing. Thinking. Analyzing. Oh. ] It's gross. I hate it. I feel like I can't do anything. Except in the woods, but that place smells like it has its own sort of tragic the further you walk out. [ She has enough sense to stop and return when certain smells permeate around her. Her judgment hasn't always been like that, but she doesn't have the whole pack there to back her up. No Scott. Liam. No one who's stronger, even if she thinks Lydia has more strength than she regularly employs; banshee strength still isn't the same as were strength. ]
You've been anywhere else that was like here? Seriously? [ A nibble. ] Where you had more freedom. And I bet your friends didn't keep getting put in the...hospital. [ She frowns. ] Actually, that happens kind of a lot where I was...from. [ They're not talking details, and vague words can't get them into too much trouble, can they? ]
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17th
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Damon is nothing if not a man who keeps his eye on things. So, he clocks Jiaying, sees a stern outer shell of coldness. He can easily chalk it up to her being unhappy with this situation. It's safe to say that anyone who wakes up in that incompetent hospital doesn't belong here. But, he can't help but worry if there's something else afoot. With everything this town does with memories both fabricated and suppressed, he can't help but worry if compulsion might be effected.
One way to find out.
He does wait for later in the night, and catches her with his own arm full of beads. ] I know it's wrong to say to your therapist, but I wanted to be the person that bestowed beads on you. Nice colors, Jia. Enjoying the meager festivities?
[ Seriously, Mystic Falls puts all this to shame. ]
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This isn't really my thing. [She holds up her beads, looking just a little playful.] Would you like another?
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I'd be honored. [ And he bends his head down, presenting his neck, but keeping that playful eye contact. ]
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Now you look fabulous.
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17th
When Damon sidles up to him to point out his lack of green, Jefferson shoots him a dark look that says don't you dare pinch me. The man's a friend of Howard's, after all. ] Neither are you. [ He takes a sip of his drink-- more of a chug. It goes on a little too long. ] Green's not my color.
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[ He does tip his cup in Jefferson's direction. ]
Is Howard around here somewhere?
[ Because, he'd like to put a face to an abstract name he can't quite picture, the fuzziness he still hasn't gotten used to. ]
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[ He frowns and drinks from his cup, nearly empty now. ]
How should I know? [ He lets out a little huff. ] He's your friend, not mine. [ It's safe to say, in fact, that Jefferson wants absolutely nothing to do with Howard Stark. ]
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Problems in paradise?
[ Last he's heard, you two live happily in sin. How he knows this, again, who in hell knows. But, he knows. ]
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Was it ever paradise? [ Honestly, he doesn't know. He can't seem to conjure up any happy memories about that relationship, but he's certain it couldn't have been all bad. Jefferson finishes off his drink, then frowns at the cup for daring to be empty. With an exaggerated, dismissive wave of his hand, he adds: ] I moved out a couple weeks ago.
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16th
Before she really realized what she was doing, she had wires in her hands, pulled from under the steering wheel, and she was slumped down in the seat trying to remember which was which. Red and Black. Bypass the ignition. Spark to the engine. No key necessary.
She was about to strip the wires when the passenger door opened.]
Holy fUCK!
[Literally caught red handed. Kenzi freezes... after smacking her knee hard against the steering wheel because some jackass scared the shit out of her. Is this the owner of the fucking car? Is she totally busted? She's gotta come up with an excuse...
Anytime now, Kenz. You can stop staring at him like an idiot at ANY TIME.]
Yeah. Like... cats and dogs.
[Brilliant. Not even close to being a save.]
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Lost your keys?
[ He really doesn't care about local grand theft auto, obviously. ]
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Something like that. Lost your car?
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But, they're not stuck in close quarters, so no time like the present. ]
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... Okay, I see your point.
[They are indeed stuck here. Kenzi pushes herself back up into the seat, turning so she's facing Damon and can cross her legs at the ankles to sit comfortably like a kindergartener at story time. She studies his face, trying to figure out how she knows him. If she knows him at all. He seems to know her.]
You're... one of the dudes my cousin works for. Bucky Barnes? Mechanic extraordinaire. He's tres talentueux so you better be raining cash monies on him on the daily.
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She slips up behind him when they've parted, reaching to rest both hands in front of his face to block his line of vision. Her voice comes out radiantly Katherine, no actual game intended here. ] Guess who's getting pouty over all the single ladies getting beads instead of her? [ Of course, he could've moved before she got all the words out. She's without a drink currently too, playful hold on her face. ]
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It's not often Damon is knocked off his game, and she did a number on him.
Katherine catches him dropping the excess beads in one of the trash cans. ] Stefan, I told you, all you had to do was ask the pretty boys nicely. And, when that fails, give them a little quid pro quo.
[ He's feeling punchy because he couldn't be with Elizabeth Bathory, because as ridiculous as she was she was also adorable in a way Damon can't word, so please don't mention if you witnessed it. He knows you witnessed it. You're the resident Salvatore stalker. ]
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Right now, she's still supremely playful. Yet, he knows how to get reactions from her; or, maybe the beads were on their way to being tossed out regardless. She moves, lightning fast, snatching up one of those strands before it tumbles down into the garbage, dashing back to stand in front of him. ]
Poor Stefan. He's grown up to be a grumpy old man vampire [ she whispers that ], and even worse, a prude in a super hot body. [ She grins over at Damon, letting the beads hang on her forefinger, up, up, drawing closer to his face though not in an imposing way. ] Do you wanna test how jealous your wife, here, can get? I mean, if you're gonna entertain pretty little numbers, why not the prettiest? [ You know how much she loves attention, Damon. ]
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