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peckishmods ([personal profile] peckishmods) wrote in [community profile] peckenpaugh2020-06-11 03:01 pm
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TAKE ME HOME COUNTRY ROADS

the place i belong
what's up? The sun spills gold over the hills of the holler and a light mist sweeps into the valley basin. For a few moments, there is peace, but there’s only enough time to catch your breath before everything’s moving again. There are lost friends to track down, wounds to attend to, and an entire campus to clean up, after all.

Between Healers Greatheart and Crockett, Berzelius and BoMB Agents, and even several magimagicicada, healing injuries is a breeze. The students don’t need to worry about clean up. Once patched up, they’re all taken to Elflock Falls, where storefronts and homes have opened their doors to teens who need a bite to eat or a few moments’ rest.

Within the first two hours after the disaster breaks, more MACUSA agents arrive on campus until the grounds are swarming with aurors and BoMB Agents (and a few sneaky journalists). While the staff works tirelessly to get every student to the safety of their home, it becomes increasingly apparent just how close they were to disaster.
how this works! Thanks to your efforts, the nightmare tree was purged just before dawn, and what’s been left behind is a new sentient maple, a new heart for the holler, a new home for the magimagicicada (and muscheron).

Your clothes may still need some mending, but between Healers Greatheart and Crockett, Mr. Berzelius and MACUSA healers, all students have their injuries tended to. Aches and pains and bruises may still persist, but it seems like you’re all making it out of this okay.

Students are evacuated from campus as soon as possible, taken to Elflock Falls’ city hall ⁠— which is covered in the dead remains of the nightmare tree’s vines. As locals return to their homes and storefronts, they open their doors to help students find food, rest, and comfortable clothes.
  • Students are not allowed to return to their dorms at this time, their possessions will be delivered to their homes untouched.

  • The one exception to this is wands. Pouch and several magimagicicada show up in front of City Hall by 8:30AM with bouquets of wands. He spends the rest of the morning making sure everyone gets the wand that belongs to them if it was lost.

  • Clothes are provided from wherever they can be gotten: Kyle puts out racks and racks of Spellunking oddities, June Morgenstern provides some more fashionable options, the ZippyDip and Pizza Pi(e)rates both have ample t-shirts, and the magimagicicada gather up what they can find to help out, though … you know how party bugs are.

  • Ms. Kwan encourages students only to speak to the media or MACUSA if they are truly comfortable doing so, and staff in general does their best to shield kids from reporters desperate for a first hand account of what happened from a minor.

  • The MACUSA does try to get statements from students, but Peckenpaugh’s teachers, though exhausted, are fiercely determined to not let kids who don’t want to speak be bullied into talking.


Parents and guardians are called to pick up their children. Those who are residents of Elflock Falls are permitted to return to their homes and arrangements are made in town for students who can’t leave immediately.

Students have access to the news via wizard wireless and wifi. Reporting on the disaster began at around 9PM, and it quickly becomes apparent just how far the nightmare tree’s reach was. Vines stretched as far north as Pittsburgh, into Ohio and Maryland, too, with the epicenter ⁠— Peckenpaugh and Elflock Falls ⁠— totally inaccessible by any form of magic until 6AM on June 2nd, when all reported roots and vines died abruptly.

Campus is closed for two weeks while thorough investigations are done, and it’s honestly kind of hard to get around Elflock Falls without bumping into some MACUSA official checking for vines. As the weeks go on, more news trickles out via official statement and gossip:
  • Al Falco is under investigation for the initial decision to implement memory erasure in Elflock Falls.

  • Officials are asking for information on the whereabouts of Ludwig Lukashenko in an unrelated matter, but no one so far has been willing to speak up. Or has a clue.

  • No new vines ever spring up, though the MACUSA will reportedly have its work cut out for it for years to come dealing with muggles who witnessed the infestation. It’s predicted that this may have a heavy impact on the increasingly controversial International Statute of Secrecy.

  • The magimagicicada continue to resist classification or cooperation with the MACUSA while eagerly assisting in the reconstruction of Peckenpaugh

  • The remaining Coalseam Creepers, now called Coalseam Gatekeepers, are given ample support in turning the ruined town of Paw Paw into a true home, and diplomatic relations are opened in earnest, finally.

  • In a statement issued by Peckenpaugh, it is confirmed that Caleb Qualls (and his son, Lionel) have moved on.

Graduation is held at the end of June, during which time all students are honored for their heroism. The Quallses are immortalized with a statue erected in place of the Surly Stump, designed by Percival Potkin. Bryce Qualls and Richard Swint are both on hand for the unveiling.

By the end of July, it’s announced that Peckenpaugh will reopen for the following academic year.

You may continue to thread in any end game threads! We’ll be capping unclaimed mod-made threads later today.
locations! AT THE FOOT OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE: Well, the auditorium looks like shit but that tree sure is pretty. Anyway, you’ve done it! You’ve saved your friends, you’ve saved the holler. Sunlight filters through the green and silver leaves of the Magnificent Maple and you can already tell it’s going to be a hot one today. Find your friends, take a breath, you’ve earned a break.

ELFLOCK FALLS: Elflock Falls’s looks a bit like it’s just gotten done with one of its rowdier celebrations. Dead vines, withered flowers, and the remains of the horrible nightmare creatures are being cleaned up by MACUSA representatives and locals by the time the first students are dropped off at City Hall. Every storefront is thrown open and people provide anything they can ⁠— food, clothes, a hug ⁠— to the students who saved their lives.

HOME: You leave Peckenpaugh still in need of answers, still unsure if you’ll have a school to come back to in September. Give it time. You’ll come to know. But for now, it’s time to go home.

OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

ARMANI POSES BEAUTIFULLY AT THE BASE OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE

[personal profile] teratophilia 2020-06-11 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
After all he's been through tonight, this is the lighting and backdrop he deserves. He spends several moments looking beautiful yet lightly traumatized, one hand gently resting on the maple as he stands in a patch of filtered sunlight.

Take a picture and put it on the cover of The Wizarding World News, baby. This look is Iconic.
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ARMANI POSES BEAUTIFULLY AT THE BASE OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE

[personal profile] necrodanseuse 2020-06-17 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Forever a stage mom (sister) (whatever), Chanel near on drags the nearest infiltrating journalist over to this gorgeous tableau. She refuses to answer any of their questions herself.
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A Small Reunion (Open++)

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This sure as hell isn't what Eddy expected when they started fucking around with some weird rocks. Bodies swarm all over the central green, but he ignores them, for now. The urgency is over. The threat has passed. And there is one hell of a magnificent maple tree proving it. Looking at it now is overwhelming, too many emotions to process, but he doesn't want to leave either.

They did that. All of them. Together.

He rests on the grass against a chunk of prop meteor debris, and his NASA hoodie and eyeliner have both seen better days too. His attention is pulled away by an insistent gnawing on his hand and he looks down to discover Mickey has somehow managed to find him in all the chaos.

"Still can't get rid of you," he says and with a tired smile he scoops her up.
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Two Small Reunions

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The moss on Audrey's arm and shoulder is flaking off, but she doesn't want to brush it away. The feeling of things growing on her has become something comforting. Safe. The cicada brooch stays clutched in her hand, still, even after the battle's been won. The war's been won. Lichen grows and fades, and she's sure one day it'll stop altogether. But for now.

She's absolutely just wandering around, but she sees someone familiar. Who might understand the comfort of some moss. And. "Oh. A friend."

She's not sure she's been introduced to this one. She sinks beside Eddy without invitation to say hi to his mouse.

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Chanel Rests (Open++)

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Once she's been assured everyone's probably alive, Chanel seeks out her dress. She doesn't put it back on, but examines it carefully for rips and tears. Hmm. Mendable. Just like the rest of the damage. She feels at peace about that, now. About everything. Chanel makes sure no one's watching (yet) as she sinks down to sit at the maple's roots, letting plant life embrace her (though god only knows why, having recently learned plants are lethal. This one's probably ok.)

Then. Then, and only then does Chanel drop her myriad improvised weaponry. She turns over her phone, which her parents are inevitably going to blow up even though reception isn't good. And finally, first one then the other, she kicks off the heels she insisted on running around in all evening. She allows herself to smile. Everyone knows this is the best part of fancy nights.

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ELFLOCK FALLS: Kermie + OPEN+++

[personal profile] maledictorian 2020-06-11 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It'll be a minute before anyone can come for Kermie. His aunt had to switch shifts and find someone willing to drop her off next to an all-night year-round Halloween store in a sketchy part of town so she could catch a portkey to West Virginia, and the lines were really long so she was stuck waiting for like four hours, and then they only dropped her off in Huntington and — basically, Kermie's got a minute to wait.

Which is good, because he's not ready to leave yet. Not ready to say goodbye to his friends and this town and high school life.

And super not ready to say goodbye to Spellunking, hello sweet eighties looking windbreakers. Kermit didn't get dirty, he spent most of the night sleeping in a little blue pod, but that doesn't mean he can't take advantage of some fresh duds.

"Oh, this is gonna offset my teeth beautifully," he announces, grabbing a hanger off the rack outside Spellunking and holding it up to his body. Kermit spins to show it off to the nearest person.
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Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip (OPEN++)

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Once things have calmed down, once everyone's been accounted for, once the only thing left is to go home with whichever brother their parents send them, Jupiter swings by the Zippy Dip, and, finding a crowd, slips behind the counter to help old Zippary make shakes. She'd never admit it, but behind the counter serving up treats to exhausted peers is the most soothed she's felt since prom started.

"I want OT for this," she mentions to Zippy as she slings floats and sundaes to anyone who wants one.

With a Zippy Dip t-shirt tucked into her prom cummerbund, Jupiter brandishes her ice cream scoop at anyone who approaches the counter, wiggling her eyebrows. "If you thought last night was bad, let me whip you up an experimental shake."
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Winter Reclines (OPEN++)

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River valleys make for a hot, muggy summer days, and this one's got Winter hunting for shade before noon. Sure, she could just go home. It's a short walk to the edge of the main drag. But her dad's out here helping Pompel and Swint with potion ingredients, and most of the rest of the town, of Peckenpaugh, is still milling about.

Once she's pulled a three-sized-too-large Pizza Pi(e)rates t-shirt on over her tattered dress, she wanders back to city hall and finds a spot beneath a tree where the vines have been cleared away. Good enough. She plops down, sprawls out, and runs her fingers through the grass. Exhausted, but still too frightened to fall asleep, she watches the clouds roll by.

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ELFLOCK FALLS: Catch. (Open++)

[personal profile] princeofcat 2020-06-12 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
He feels empty. For five minutes, one night, he had a definitive purpose.Kill the vines, save the world. Clear objective. All he really had to do was swing whatever weapon was in his hand at the enemy. He was good at that. But now, he's wandering the streets of the little town, all alone. Which, to be fair, he's never been very good at.

It's over, and he's going home weeks before he was supposed to, and Boston seems far away and awful. He's not ready to go, without the chance of coming back. There's so much more to resolve. And god, what if he has to go to St. Hyginus next year. Jesus.

There's a solace, and it's the little snitch that he bought from Pouch what feels like years ago. He doesn't have to go home just yet. But it's just another relic, really. And in case he doesn't come back. Maybe now's the time to release it. He smiles to no one, and releases the little golden ball. "Catch." He says, to whoever could be listening, and lets the little thing fly.
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ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin

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"So this is weird," she says, when things have calmed and the streets are clean again.

They're on a bench outside of Pizza Pi(e)rates, half in the sun and half in the shade. Imogen's pulled her sneakered feet up, arms wrapped around her folded legs. There are still cuts and bruises on both sets of limbs: warped little roses of purple, weird slashes, pebble-shaped gashes.

"Leaving," is the lazy clarification, a second later. The last syllable melts into a familiar half-grin aimed directly, drily, at Merlin. Imogen knows she sounds like someone who cares right now. A self-aware joke. In truth, she's over a lot of it: packed up already and set to escape to California any second now. Life is meant for change.

"Oh, the memories," she drawls.
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ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond

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Patrice is tired. Not just because the evening felt like it went on forever, not just because he had to climb shit and tromp through memories and try to fight off vines. He's emotionally exhausted, too, enough so that his mind drifts to tiny Desmond, sitting on a bench much like the one he's seated on now in town, and it makes him want to lie down. So, he does, head thunking onto the wooden slats of the seat of the bench. He's lost his suit jacket somewhere, but it doesn't matter. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

"I'm thirsty," he laments to nobody, because complaining about that is easier than complaining about everything else swirling around in his head.

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[personal profile] crowhop 2020-06-11 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
magimagicicada say fuck the feds

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[personal profile] quidditched 2020-06-11 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh my god guys it was all so good

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[personal profile] andpoke 2020-06-11 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much this entire story was so beautiful and I am so grateful to have been even a little part of it and the only reason this is so mushy is that Endgame Feelings have all caught up to me at this exact moment and I was really proud of myself for not crying but HERE WE ARE



Anyway I want end threads too

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[personal profile] infamously 2020-06-11 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
serious question: do we have to give back our pouch gear
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[personal profile] quidditched 2020-06-11 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
onnnn the topic of end game threads i am low on words but gonna try to toss some starters up tomorrow, but if anyone wants something specific lemme knowwwwwww
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[personal profile] themurderbird 2020-06-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
AAHHHHHH I had to hold it in until I got off work and took a nap but now I'm here with WAY TOO MANY FEELINGS???

You guys made such a wonderful game and I'm so glad I got to play in it.

Now I want to do ALL the post endgame threads please.

And also if someone could kill my characters so I don't have to figure out their futures that would be great too

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[personal profile] teratophilia 2020-06-12 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
hi, if anyone would like threads i would love them. i'm not burned out at all, i can keep going forever
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[personal profile] wildchild 2020-06-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
If you want me just yellllll, I am unsurprisingly lacking in brain power, but ♥
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[personal profile] merlinpletcher 2020-06-12 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I was zonked and useless yesterday. Today I'm less so. SO! If anyone wants to thread with Merlin, Aris, or Zadie, hmu~ I'll maybe post an open or two during my lunch break or after work. ♥

Also, please know that anyone and everyone was welcome at Aris' grandparents' place during all this. Take some food, borrow some clothes, have a lie down, pet an owl.
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[personal profile] bratsquatch 2020-06-13 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I've avoided this because I don't want to admit it's over. BUT I'm here and if anyone wants to do a scene I'm super down.

Also, Felicity definitely went to the cops and tattled on Al Falco.