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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm

MOD LOG #3



MOD LOG #3


Arriving in style
Content Warnings: Fighting, death, violence
Themes: Survival, plot

It's early in the day when it happens. The red dust that seems to be everywhere sweeps through the city streets, mixing with the steady patter of rain and making it hard to see and breathe. All red and leaving the taste of copper if inhaled, what could have been an easy day without any trouble quickly becomes anything but. While those in the community are heading for cover or finding ways to continue on through it, the new arrivals begin waking up in different cities all over the world. There won't be anyone to greet them, and leaving the room through the door is their choice - after doing so, they'll immediately step out into the city they were assigned. The streets are empty, houses abandoned, everything crumbling and in ruins. There will be signs noting their location, which they'll catch a glimpse of before a sharp push forward causes darkness to engulf them.

Waking up for the second time, in Reims but not in the Reset Room, they'll come to inside the red dust as it whips through the streets of the community. They won't be alone for long. Another person will be waking up beside them, and after a few moments of disorientation, try to attack. They might have weapons or use their hands, and they will not stop until they've taken a fatal blow. Their blood is dust, and they, along with their weapons, disintegrate after they've died. Can you stop them on your own? Will someone come to your aid?

The Sight of Lightning
Content Warnings: Poison, sex
Themes: Survival, plot

The day after the storm, the same red dust will find its way through Reims and come into contact with every person. Since the dust is everywhere, some might not notice that it's floating through the community and know that something is off. The effects don't begin until night fall, where everyone will feel the desire to seek out companionship of many different kinds. Though it is not always the case, the people that saw each other in color will "want" to be with that person more strongly than they might already, and will be more likely to confess or do something about it. Some might feel an intense need to be around another person, though not necessarily sexually - almost as if they need that person around them to be happy or content. For some, it might be a desire that can only be fulfilled by more than one person.

The effects wear off the next time the person gets wet. This can be a splash of water across the face or fully submerged. Or even drinking something.

OOC
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION



deadboywalking: (Default)

II

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-03-28 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Ew, it's all sticky and puddle-y around here, gross. Will might be an especially quiet and sweet-tempered thirteen-year-old boy, but he's still a thirteen-year-old boy, so mud is always going to be appealing for him. He'll just be hanging out and poking thoughtfully at one of the puddles in the sandpath with the toe of his shoe when he sees Faith approach. Considering how much fighting there was yesterday, he's relieved to see she's okay.

Have a wave, Faith. How've you been, how's your life, had any wild gay feelings lately?
]
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-28 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes rolled in exasperated amusement, before her hand dropped away to rest on her own lap. Part of being friends with her meant she worried about your safety, and given the closeness that had grown between them prior to his leaving Avagi it just meant she would be that much more militant. He could handle himself and she knew that, so she let the subject drop there for now.]

When I arrived, it was in the reset room. They took my clothes, and all my things, then put me in a jumpsuit and sent me out to live a life here. There weren't false starts or any attempted murder.

[Now she was worried about him, and gave him a stare accompanied with a frown. What did he mean by murderous individuals running around? ]

Are you alright? No one hurt you, did they?

[She scoot in a little closer to him, like she was going to give him a look over herself.]
limped: (this one's not your fault)

newt is a badass!!! c:

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-28 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Klaus moves so fast, Newt's eyes can't keep up, and he attributes it to the dust that's making them sting.

Either the dust is making his vision weird again, or he's just not seeing clearly anymore.

Something itches at the back of his brain, bloody hell, but he's got a little more on his mind at the moment. He stares at the injured... dust monster? Maybe he'd saved the bad guy... if Klaus' ruthlessness is anything to go by. Or maybe Klaus has dealt with these dust monsters before?

His brow furrows as he looks from the injured 'man' to the now armed man. Then the stake is being pointed at him, and his hands rest at his sides, instead of reach for the knife resting by his shoulder blades. Even after the disturbing show of violence, Newt feels far less threatened that he probably should, or maybe he feels a bit more comfortable with a weapon of his own. He's dealt with scared greenies before, and this guy has that look about him - the same one the Builders had all had when they were afraid but were trying to posture, maybe a bit too much.

He can't help the way his eyebrows lift up his forehead.
] Newt. The guy who just kept ya from gettin' stabbed in the bugging back by that - [ A nod of his head towards the other guy. ] shuckhead. [ He's not pulling his scarf down, sorry Klaus. He has no interest in choking on dust for pleasantries. ] Who're you?
bossily: (smile)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-28 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara's been buried down in the archives for hours, deep in research. She's also distracted herself with reading a copy of Pride & Prejudice, so she hasn't really been paying enough attention to notice there's someone else wandering around in the library. She's wandering through the rows of books with her nose buried in that copy of Jane Austen, not necessarily caring about the fact she's not completely fluent in French because she knows the story in English by heart. She's so preoccupied by her book that she doesn't notice she's in someone's path until she very nearly plows right into him.

Her awareness comes to her just in time though, and she drops the book down to glance up at her company. She's pleasantly surprised to see who it is.
]

Kylo. [She just barely whispers his name and smiles, closing her book so she can give him her proper attention. Her book is tucked under her arm so she can pull out her device and type.]

You can read in French too?
darksmokerising: (fenstolij4)

[personal profile] darksmokerising 2018-03-28 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
I'm pretty sure there can't be 'too much', so yeah, sure. I'll take as much as you wanna spend time on pulling in.
paragon: inconceivable! (tws ☆ 028)

[personal profile] paragon 2018-03-28 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve doesn't really have it in him to leave the battlefield until the battle's won. Not always an easy thing to tell, but he stays out in the midst of the dust and rain and fights until it seems there's nothing left to fight. He's not alone the whole time, but it's easy to lose track of allies in these conditions. He would've preferred not to lose track of Natasha especially, even as he trusts in her ability to take care of herself. He knows he'll still feel relieved when he sees her again.

The dust storm seems to be settling, clearing from the air as quickly as the rain is allowed to wash it away. Red streams from the blond of his hair down his face in rivulets. His pants are light, or were, stained probably irreversibly in the same color. A deeper red now too, as the day seems to be getting on, the sun low and still not especially visible. He's a little weary, but aside from all of this not much worse for the wear. The only noticeable marks are the bruising on his face, a couple days old by now.

It's in this state that he stumbles upon Bucky, stopping in the middle of cobblestones scattered with wet sand. He wonders if it will ever feel like something other than seeing a ghost, but maybe that won't be until the day Bucky actually sticks around. The look Steve gives him, however, is a little more it's about damn time.
]

Buck.

[ Like he's got no idea he shouldn't be saying it out loud. ]
Edited 2018-03-28 03:57 (UTC)
prorenataa: dnt (wet profile eh)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2018-03-28 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adrien was ready with the patented Arbuckal "I'm fine" response, when he paused and sat still for any poking or prodding she wished to perform. ]

That does not sound like my experience. Initially I think I arrived somewhere called Mexico City, at least that's the sign I saw just before I blacked out again and then woke up here, out in the street with the dust and some strangers intent upon trying to kill me.

[ Given that her experience sounded different from his, he did figure it was important to give her the details. Even though his voice remained calm and he held an expression of 'I really am fine' on his face. ]

Luckily I had my uniform on during all that. It helps that I'm also fairly nimble at keeping alive, and actually bumped into a couple of people who helped me out.

After all that, then I went through what you described. My uniform, med kit and other items of interest were taken and [ he reached down and tugged on his jumpsuit. ]
justbeingknife: (ha!)

they need to be stopped tbh

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-28 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima was cackling like a loon as one of the strangers advanced on him with a short sword; a fluid, spinning kick knocked the blade right out of its hands. Too fuckin' slow, not in a million years.

He'd fought with plenty of people over the years. But fought beside? It was an old feeling, a faraway feeling, like finding the corner of a chest once smothered over by dark earth. He'd even forgotten to keep count -- not something Taiga did, so the best he could do was roll his shoulders in a shrug of said admission before his knife threaded an arc of deep violet through the throats of two more targets.

It was at times like this, when he could practically taste the sharp bouquet of copper in the air, that Majima wondered if he really was crazy -- if the merciless control he'd held onto for so long hadn't been a mask, but an overcompensation.

You're psycho, Majima.

He tossed his dagger into the air with perfect, knowing grace; a kick sent it whistling and vicious through the air to bury itself hilt-deep in the chest of a third man. Majima pulled the blade free in what ought to have been a gush of hot scarlet. The man began to dissolve, but not before Majima leaned in close, as if to murmur some sweet promise into a lover's ear: ]


You're so pathetic...
Edited 2018-03-28 03:55 (UTC)
lilithsoul: (52)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-28 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Crowdsource? Do you mean to ask for suggestions from others? Are you thinking of doing one here?

[She noted him switching to the insulation while she took a tool and made sure the caulk was smoothed into the crack fully before it set. Her eyes were meticulous as she observed the full extent of their work. Yes, the window was set. She looked over and waited for him to finish that piece before they continued. The cork would be good in the flooring, not walls.]
lilithsoul: (52)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-28 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[There was definitely a similarity there. Those eyes watched every moment, right up until the offer came of a lesson. Rei's eyes shifted a little, as if she were considering before she nodded.]

I would appreciate that. I am familiar with firearms. They are not practical here.

[As for Rei, she was considering if she should try to figure out Arya. It wasn't because of anything specific. People were telling her that she should try to relate, to understand others. It ... was not her strong suit at all, but she could make an attempt Practicing fighting seemed a good method.]
equivalent_trade: (Ed: injured)

[personal profile] equivalent_trade 2018-03-28 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ This, at least, Ed could understand: a dude attacking him for no reason (no reason at all, he was innocent!!). He brought up his arm as the man lunged forward again with his knife.

This time, he caught the blade in his elbow joint and simply snapped it, though the act came at the cost of tearing his sleeve to reveal a hint of the metal prosthesis beneath. He was hoping that this would give their attacker pause, but it barely made a dent in the man's determination.

Instead of trying to beat the guy, Ed grabbed for Angus's hand. ]


Come on! Let's get out of here, this guy's nuts!
equivalent_trade: (Ed: you'll pay for this captain planet)

[personal profile] equivalent_trade 2018-03-28 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a frustrated noise, Ed punched the man hard even as he began to rise again; this seemed to stagger him for real, and for good reason considering that Ed's right fist was made of metal. ]

Do you know what's going on? Where are we? And who are these guys?
stealyoursoul: (Default)

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-28 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[That's alright, Dyluck. He might as well wait for slow replies while they're stuck here waiting.]

We might giving them just what they want if it's attention they're seeking.

[Well, too late now. They'll just have to wait until the culprit shows themselves.]
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-28 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[While he spoke, she moved in close enough that she could poke and prod at him. He really was fine, but she felt like she needed an excuse to be in so close to him. Of course, that urgency to be close and check up on him wasn't going to overshadow a very important piece of information he had just given her.]

You woke up in Mexico City?

[Her eyes widened a little as she recalled the conversation she had with Kylo Ren. They had discussed the possibility of sound eaters around the world and what that would mean, just a few weeks ago. Hearing Adrien had woken up somewhere else but still ended up here left her feeling vindicated. ]

I'll have to make a map like I proposed doing. I had theorized that eventually we would have to hear of people existing despite sound eaters in other cities. Potentially around major landmarks.

[Her desire to make sure he was fine had died out by now, and she trusted his general assessment of his arrival.So she sat in close, though made sure their sides weren't pressed together completely. ]
justbeingknife: (what the hell)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-28 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I got the idea from talkin' to Will and Eddie. People around here are tense as hell, and it ain't take a genius to figure out why.

Might help if they could kick back for a little bit, maybe get to let off some steam.


[ He reinforced a ripped edge with some tape. Uh huh. Things around here were an endless patch job. ]
stealyoursoul: (The back biter)

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-28 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Leo just gives Kilgrave a flat look. He hasn't got patience for sinners at the best of times and especially not when he's feeling hungry. Hmmmm, maybe he could just lure this guy to a deserted area that's soundproofed...no, nope, eating unwilling people will only piss off the populace at large.]

Beef. Vegetables. Broth. Come on, this is not that hard.
justbeingknife: (it's a cage)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-28 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ He could work as he talked, and he'd make sure the bandage was secure without cutting off her circulation. ]

This is Reims, France.

...On a world called Earth,

[ he added, because apparently that was a thing. ]

Figure it's pretty far in the future compared to where you're from, but I ain't know the exact year. I'm not from here, either.
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[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-03-28 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
I see... [She doesn't see, quite the contrary, she doesn't even wish to see. Insight is a terrible thing. Distasteful as she finds her own words, she won't linger on them, nor take them back, not stopping to ponder her casual, tired hypocracy.]

Nightmares know no time, so it mustn't matter. [A clocks hands can move steadily forward, but the human mind is all that can count away the hours...]

Do you have a name to share, good sir?
stealyoursoul: (I've been down on bended knee)

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-28 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Leo's ire is raised up and it shows with the ferocity he goes after those attacking him. He actually takes a hand and drives it straight through the chest of one of them, right through where the heart should be. The resulting puff of red dust coats him from head to foot.]

Good for you. Then make yourself useful instead of being a pain.

[He very much is fighting back the urge to give Tetora a backhanded smack or two.]
justbeingknife: (ha!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-28 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He raised his head, bearing this new badge with care. If he'd been able to speak aloud, Clara might have gotten the distinct rising inflection of his dialect; as it was, he had to settle for a raised eyebrow. ]

If it's beauty you're after, I found an old cherry tree the other day. Couldn't see the color at the time, 'cause of... y'know.

[ The small bit of unpleasantness with Lamar. ]

But I been back since. Real old -- you can tell 'cause of the way it's grown.
lilithsoul: (35)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-28 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Some. Reims. I do not know.

[Her questions came in rapid fire succession, clipped and succinct for each of those three questions asked. When she saw the reaction to his blow, she put her knee down on the arm that the man had and reached to her side. She pulled out what looked like half of a pair of scissors and slashed at the man's cheek.

Between his feral snarl and lunge, it was an easy strike, and there was no blood. Only dust.]


He is not one of us. The dust does strange things. Kill him or knock him out. Your choice.
gimmesometassel: (On the Move)

wildcard

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-03-28 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally, by the time night falls, it seems that the dust attackers have finally been cleared out--either all of them have been killed, or those that remain have all slunk back into the storm from whence they came. Even the rain has petered out, leaving Reims wrapped in silence once more.

Carpet is honestly a rather pathetic sight at the moment, wet and bedraggled and filthy, brilliant colors covered with sticky, half-dried smears of red mud. Now that the chaos has finally settled down, he's making his way towards the building housing the Reset Room; it'll be tough trying to scrub out all this mud by himself, but he intends to try.

He pauses for a moment, though, confused to see a human silhouette this high in the air. It's a little hard to tell who the figure is, given the quickly fading light, but he only knows one "human" who can fly. Is that Supergirl? Can it be her? Something about the shape seems wrong, somehow.....]
lilithsoul: (50)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-28 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Relaxation? I suppose that most of them might require some form of that, yes. I am not especially good at that type of thing.

Perhaps something to heat water quietly would not hurt either.


[Hot springs were a thing.]
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[personal profile] pandorasfinest 2018-03-28 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
If it makes them stop doing such drastic things for attention in the long-run, that's fine with me. Focusing on the here and now is more important at the moment.

[Looking around, there's still no sign of anyone standing out. Dyluck frowns and busies himself with doing a few squats just to curb his boredom. Not enough to really give him a work-out burn by any means, but it's better than nothing. Especially when a thought occurs to him.]

If it's just attention they want, then we possibly have the opportunity to redirect that craving to something more productive.
Edited 2018-03-28 04:28 (UTC)
justbeingknife: (quiet)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
It's Majima. And what should I call you?

[ He'd gotten used to simply giving his family name; it was just kinda weird having people call him by his given name, even if logically it made sense for them to do so. Maybe everyone thought he was like Madonna or something at this point.

Either way, he tucked the end of the bandage under a few other layers of wrapping, using a small metal fastener to secure it in place. ]


There ya go. What d'you mean by nightmares, exactly? Like this is all a dream?