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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



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[personal profile] warfares 2018-03-28 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ He digs out his battered flask, eyes scanning the square, lingering for a moment on Lilith, trying to place her. Nothing comes to mind and he rationalizes that if not a local (she does not share quite the same feel, something he'd noticed around mid-way through his first month here) she must simply be new.

Dark brows lift as she inclines her head in greeting; after a moment, he follows, still surprised to find someone out so early, much less in a sociable mood.

He twists off the cap of the flask, then continues toward the fountain. Bends to submerge it in the cold water. ]
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-03-28 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fortunately, the carpet's hold relenting somewhat has Logan relaxing at the same pace. He opens his eyes again, turning his head to look at the carpet at his side with a little twist to his lips, and while he still doesn't understand, he hasn't really understood anything since coming to this silent world to begin with.

With his arms free to move, the one that the carpet is pressed against moves to pet a tassel with his palm, as if apologising for being so stiff. Logan's the same with body language, in that more often than not he understands it better than he understands words and the subtleties therein, and he realises that this carpet (bizarre as it is) means him no harm.

Logan crouches, assuming the carpet will follow him in a downward float. He wraps his arms around himself tight, squirming as if he's trapped, then shakes his head to show this is "no-no" behaviour. Then he loosens the hold, his elbows pointing to the floor as his arms relax, and nods. Brings one hand up, even, to show a thumbs up.

Hopefully this translates well -- that he doesn't want to be restrained, but he doesn't mind if the carpet wants to be sweet on him. Probably better a carpet than a person, if he'll be totally honest.

He's not even going to bother thinking about where the hell it came from. ]
iisupergirlii: (all this before coffee?)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-28 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara hikes her thumb over her shoulder at the guy behind her. Puzzling.]

So, he's... not with you?
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-03-28 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan hears the clunk of metal when Brunnhilde falls, and he pulls his claws back from a cloud of dust as he turns to look at her. The whole time he's been snarling, but the sound fades as his human voice returns to him in: ] Hey, you okay?

[ He doesn't smell blood -- not human blood, anyway, because everything smells like the copper of the things they've been killing relentlessly -- but he kneels anyway, glancing behind him briefly to make sure there's nothing behind him. Then he returns his attention to her, supposing he's got a good guess for why she fell, but not wanting to assume (and possibly get hit for "fixing it"). ]

Your armour's full? Rain's probably beating it to shit.
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-03-28 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan, hearing this new voice, ends up sticking his head out of the garage door and staring at the wet footprints the boy's leaving in his wake. Of course, his first reaction is something along the lines of another kid, seriously?, but his second one is spoken out loud -- which feels weird, knowing what he knows about the community's unwavering feelings about silence. ]

Anyone ever tell you tracking mud in the house is no good?

[ He steps out entirely now, but his hand's still on the knob on the inside of the door. He's already cleaned himself up somewhat, at least enough that his hair isn't coloured red from all the wet dust and his skin is more flesh than dirt, so his features stand out nice and clear.

Which is good, since Logan's brow is raised and he's very obviously unimpressed. ]
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-03-28 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh -- shit, he's offended her. His hand goes up to pat at his face, feeling around his mouth for any signs of anger before he shakes his head from side to side.

He's sorry. And he pats at his pockets, stupidly, before locating his device and typing that himself (slow, because Logan's holding it in one palm and poking at the screen with the index of his opposite hand). ]


Sorry.

[ That's just as lame, he knows. He wants to wince at himself, but he's starting to understand that Raven is terribly receptive to body language. ]

You're OK. I'm just bad at polite.

[ He hates how slow he is at typing, Christ. ]

You as freaked out by this place as I am?
iisupergirlii: (I killed him!)

I wrote you a book and I'm SORRY (cw: talk of murder and death)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-28 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara climbs in, almost eagerly. She can't see the aura of her soul around herself, has no idea what Leo's seeing that has him looking so confused. It must be weird for her to stop by and later, when she's not bursting at the seams to tell him every wrong thing she's ever done, she'll apologize for just dropping in uninvited.

For now, she lowers his window behind her and sits cross-legged on his bed, her back against the wall and her lips pressed together. There's a moment where she doesn't want to admit what she's done, shame written on her face, and she channels whatever super strength she has to keeping her mouth shut. But it's hard; he needs to know. She needs to confess.

None of the things she's done will go away just because she keeps them to herself. It's not long before she gives in, in a rush.]


I was fighting, this monster named Parasite. An alien that had taken over the body of this scientist, and he was destroying... everything, hurting people, trying to kill people, throwing cars, going crazy. The parasite was hungry, for energy, looking for ways to suck it out of people, out of electricity, and to stop him, I tried overpowering him with Plutonium-239. And it worked. It was too much, though, and eventually Parasite died. And the scientist, he... he died as well.

[she tips her head back, staring at the ceiling, unwilling to look him in the eye.]

There's been so many people die on my watch, even before I got here. The Banshee pushed one of my coworkers out a window with her voice, and I couldn't save her in time. And here, Rao's light, there's been so much death. All the time, it seems like people are dying to the Sound Eaters, popping up in the reset room, over and over again. It's not healthy. It can't be healthy. There are people here who think we will eventually turn into the Sound Eaters and surely dying over and over again doesn't help. I could save them all, but I keep being just. [she snaps her fingers.] A second too late, or I hear about it later and wonder why I didn't hear an attack, why someone didn't call for me. I'm the closest thing to invincible that's here, as far as I know, and I can't save them all. And that's on me. I should be better.

[she's quiet for a moment, tilting her head to just barely meet Leo's eyes. Her own are wet. This... this is the big one, the one she doesn't want to ever tell anyone about, but it bubbles up from deep inside of her, an overflowing well.]

I killed Frank. The mayor. "Hotdog" or. [she waves a hand.] Whatever. We were friends, and I got... sucked in by Kilgrave. He can mind control people, and I'm not... I can't resist something like that. I don't know how. And he told me to do so many awful things. He told me to kill whoever tried to take me from him.

And Frank just wanted to help. Frank and Jessica and Faith, they all... they all wanted to help me escape Kilgrave. Help Faith escape Kilgrave too. No matter how I tried to stay away, it seemed like he just crept back into my head, and then Frank convinced me to leave. Tricked me, kind of.

When I figured it out, though, I had to... I had to kill him. It's what I was told to do, but he was my best friend when I first got here. [the past tense hurts, but it's not a sin. It's something Kara can still keep locked away, that she alienated herself from Jessica and Frank by being an idiot, by believing that Frank had been in trouble when it had just been Kilgrave all along. By going back to him yet again.]

So, I did. [she taps the corner of her right eye.] With my heat vision. I tried not to, but I couldn't stop myself. I killed him.

[and then she'd died, but that's not a sin either. She sucks in a breath and sighs out with all the relief in the world after confessing. Maybe this is why some humans did this at church because part of her feels better, saying it out loud for what it is: murder and nothing else.]
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[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-28 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[“You have to play babysitter.” The words type across the lenses of Tony's glasses, a view filled with numbers, highlighted entrances, load bearing walls and more. He's already way ahead of Bucky. Safety protocols, boss? F.R.I.D.A.Y. asks only to Tony.

He shoves his hands in his pockets as he watches the man approach the kids. No. Stand down. Bucky is clearly worried about himself. Understandable. Tony's not. He hasn't forgotten in Siberia Bucky didn't once try to kill him. Which had made the whole thing sting all the more, but those are the kind of feelings you don't talk about. Pepper's the only one who knows. It's going to stay that way.]

Does this mean I get to send you to bed if you don't eat your vegetables?

[It’s a crack thrown out amongst the children's' devices syncing up with Bucky's and the floodgates letting loose. Is everyone from his world half metal, can he take control of electronics like Mr. Stark's glasses, does he have other abilities, what's the crushing power of his arm— They're no strangers to off-worlders, that's clear. In the process Bucky gets situated with two cars to choose from. A green lamborghini with a broccoli stalk painted on the side and a black monster truck with flames.]
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[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-28 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm a good Samaritan, but not that much. Give me an half hour.

[And in thirty minutes Tony will be standing outside Merlan's place, a flower pot of sand in hand. And also flowers, look he was over at the garden for the pot anyway.]

I never realized not being able to knock would be inconvenient until I came here. Another one chalked up to questions I never needed answered. At your door.
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Un: CallingIt

[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-28 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
No promises, but I can take a look. What kind of robot?
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[personal profile] blazeofkings 2018-03-28 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Uh... Robbie awkwardly types on his device though his amber eye lights up for the barest flicker of a second.]

I'm going to assume that's not a comment on my background. Chopping vegetables, right?

[He moves to grab one of the knives and a vegetable to join in. I don't like the way this dumbass is looking at us, Robbie. Watch yourself. That'd be Eli in his head and Robbie ignores the comment with practice. A look is just a look. It can't hurt, just be insulting.]
equivalent_trade: (Ed: injured)

[personal profile] equivalent_trade 2018-03-28 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He straightened and made to follow her. Explanations? Yes, please.

But first... Ed clapped his hands together. The earth and stone around the man rose up, solidifying to grasp him in place in an improvised set of restraints. Hopefully, when he woke up, he'd be in a less murderous state of mind. ]


Okay, let's go.
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[personal profile] danzan 2018-03-28 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
thanks! i presume they'll also be changed into the special clothes and have their things taken as well when they get their device?
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[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-28 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well check out the dickish meter on this guy, wow. without so much as a backward glance tetora drives a knife into an oncoming attacker's chest, hard, the man exploding into a cloud of red dust that covers's tetora as well. tch. ]

You're one son of a bitch, you know that? [ another man comes at him, teeth bared; tetora kicks his teeth in and then smashes his face on a nearby wall, the body slumping to the ground before saturating the mud with more red dust. ] You don't deserve this party.
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[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-28 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
No problem. You all right? Pretty intense out there, and I ain't just talkin' about the dust.

[ Alexander did look pretty pale... but that wasn't all that surprising considering what anyone outside had to deal with right now. ]
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Victor Nikiforov | Yuri on Ice!!!

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-03-28 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
At the Door (Day One - OTA)
Victor and Yuuri are both around for these prompts, so anticipate thread jacking!

[Victor is upstairs, watching the door to the studio with a keen eye. Or, well, as keen as it can be looking through dust and rain. He can see some fighting going on, but he's ultimately powerless in the face of violence. At best, he'd get in the way and at worse he'd end up gutted in the street, which isn't something he'll risk. What he can offer is a safe haven to anybody he can recognize as not totally crazed. If he spies anybody familiar or trying to escape, he unlocks and opens the door, poking his head out to yell to them.]

Hey! This way! Here, here! [The dance studio is a two story building, with heavily latched windows and doors. It should serve as a good hide away for those in need.]

Stay Close to Me (Day Two - Yuuri only)

Yuuuri.... [it's a familiar whine, if more quiet in the basement of the studio. Those taking cover from the storm had left and there's a huge relief lifted from Victor to know they helped at least some escape a gruesome welcome. He reaches both arms around his fiance, embracing him close and burying his face into the man's mop of black hair. It's a little dusty, but that's alright, he doesn't mind breathing it in when it's his Yuuri. He's feeling more and more overcome with emotion with each moment they're alone. He thinks how stoic Yuuri could be, tending to those in need, even if he knew it was the man playing good host to ease his own nervousness.]

Are you doing alright? When you put on that strong face you look so brave! But then I get worried, you know... [he needs you to be okay, for the both of them]
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[personal profile] priwen 2018-03-28 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Intense is one word to put it. Fighting would usually not be a problem for a seasoned warrior like him, but he has had to heal several people and it takes a toll on his spirit. Not to mention the necessity that forced his hand to use dark magic - the catalyst for it burns against his skin even now, an uncomfortable reminder of the double path he chose to walk.

Such brooding curses are easy to keep in check when he's well rested. They may sustain him through lethal injury, but are hardly conducive now. ]


Just winded.

[ The weakness of aetheric drain pulls at his entire soul. ]

There's been no trouble for you, I hope?
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[personal profile] prorenataa 2018-03-28 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sat quietly for the poking and prodding, where in the past he would have tensed or exhibited other defensive signs, not he allowed it with something that almost came close to grace. ]

If the sign I saw was to be believed. [ Adrien had only seen the one sign and he knew it was important to go off more than a single fact. But it was a curious fact to work with, especially when she continued.

His expression became even more somber and Adrien began to shake his head. ]


Clara, there was no one around for me to ask. I mean no one. What little bit I saw was complete devastation, and that is something I know well. [ Way to be cryptic doctor. ]

There is a stillness to any sort of settlement when it's been completely abandoned. Every building I saw, before I was yanked away, was falling apart and there was not a single sign of even recent activity.

[ He made a broad gesture with his hands and shrugged. ] It's possible, there are people nearby? I didn't get to explore far or wide after all, but experience tells me that specific area has been untouched for years.
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[personal profile] prorenataa 2018-03-28 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a fucking clue. [ Adrien responded, and though his tone was tense, there was no anger in even the swearing. With Logan facing in one direction, the doctor automatically positioned himself to cover the other so that between them, they held a full three sixty observation. ]

I just arrived in the middle of this shit storm. Most of these buildings look like private abodes. [ He'd been trying to find his way to something larger, possibly hospital shaped, but was finding the going difficult with all the random people wanting to kill him.

After a moment, he turned and pointed towards a small building towards Logan's left. ]
That shed might afford some cover?
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[personal profile] lowkeycrazy 2018-03-28 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akechi stumbles into the studio, coughing as he comes over to slump against the wall.

He'd done the best he could to protect himself from the violent, whipping dust outside, but inevitably, he'd had to find off one of those creatures, and he'd inhaled some of the dust as a result. His lungs were on fire, his eyes were blurring with tears and at the very least, he could stay in here for a moment, at least just to catch his breath.

As soon as he has enough breath to speak between coughs:]


Young— native girl and boy. [Cough.] Children. Have you seen them?
assguardian: (DUALITY)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-28 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she makes sense, more than billy's own mind is making sense right now. he doesn't enjoy killing, even if it's a world-eating parasite like mother; it's an even more complicated situation when one's attackers look human and seem to act like it, if somewhat like the undead. billy's mind calls up all the instances of staying up marathoning television shows about monsters and whatnot, trying to convince himself that as much as his universe is messed up with all the villains and differing kinds of evil, at least zombies aren't the prevailing monster of the day everyday.

this place doesn't seem to be that lucky. the attackers keep coming, nigh innumerable in billy's eyes — so he closes them against the sight.
]

Hold on! [ billy yells to the valkyrie, clutches her hand tightly in both of his as he propels them upwards with magic, and flies over the converging horde. ]
lednikovyy: CW (You can say a prayer if you need to)

Professional Widow

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-03-28 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky's been out in the dust and rain fighting for a while, but he's not done yet and there are still people out here. He's escorted a few to shelter, split up with others who could hold their own, but he'll be out here as long as there are people who might need help. People bursting into dust is probably one of the stranger things he's seen, but he's taken a lot in stride here and this is just another thing on that list.

He catches sight of Natasha's red hair in the dust as she's fighting the guy and wonders briefly if it's actually her. They'd barely interacted, but she had helped him and Steve escape Stark. He doesn't know her reasons for it, but that doesn't change how much it helped them.

Jogging up to what he expects to be a fight, he gets to them just in time to watch her stab the guy. Of course.
]

This is the part where I would have helped you.

[ His voice is still hushed, even with the sound of the storm around them. It's becoming habit for him to be cautious about sound, even when it's allowed.

There's a small smile playing at his face, but it's not really the time.
]

If you needed it. Which clearly you don't.
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-28 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't.

[She softly insisted, staring over at him as the wheels in her head started to turn. Her hand reached out to press over one of his that had been gesturing, pushing down until they both rested together between them on the bed. Her eyes glanced down at them, and she tried to soften her tone.]

Don't. Don't phrase it like that. I'll let you know when it's okay to sound so final.

[As much of a realist as she was, she had to force herself to hold onto optimism that this wasn't all that was left in the world. That on some version of Earth, her home planet was wiped out apart from a small village where not everyone was even from the same world. She had told the Doctor once that she didn't want to be the last of her kind, that she didn't want to watch the Earth die. She had meant it then, and she really was afraid of that happening now. For a woman who had nothing to go back to, the idea of losing a life even in a place like this was unsettling.

So maybe some bossiness was in order here, so she could keep them both on some sort of optimistic track.
]

What sort of experience do you have that makes you know complete devastation so well, anyway? I know you were in the military, but you've never talked much about it.

[And there was probably a reason for that, which she realized the second the words left her mouth. There was no way to take them back now, so she just let them hang between them awkwardly.]
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never

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-28 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's balls to the walls crazy in terms of mayhem - just how tetora likes it.

majima is whispering sweet nothings to the man he's just destroyed and tetora can't help finding himself laughing, such a heartfelt sound that not even the red dust or the rain could choke down. he imagines this must be what fighting with a comrade would be like, what fighting with the lucy seven was supposed to be if they ever survived to be on his level of insanity. he never got to know; he mowed them all down like they were nothing, destroyed all of their potential under the weight of his own ego and his anger.

this feels natural. this feels real, the way his blood pulses under his skin and catches fire at the thought of a fight.
]

You're fucking nuts, Majima.

[ the crowd is starting to thin out, though - there aren't any new attackers coming through the dust, possibly because the rain is getting heavier and not even the preternatural dust can fight gravity. time to take their time. ]