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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:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

NAVIGATION



swig: (trash (remastered))

valkyrie | mcu | open + closed starters

[personal profile] swig 2018-03-27 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
a) on a scale from 1 to 10 i'm at biblical violence (arriving in style)
[ she blinks and in the next breath, she's no longer on the ship holding the last of the kingdom of asgard. she wakes up in a dilapidated city, barely making out the words frankfort, kentucky, and has just enough time to wonder if this was the earth that thor had wanted to house their people on before darkness closes in again.

the second time waking is slower, more sluggish and just as disorienting. she squints through the red dust and rain as it coats her mouth and nose, staining her skin, her hair; turns the white gold of her armor to a ruddy brown. she barely makes a few steps forward before the heavy swing of an axe catches her arm, glancing off her gauntlet as she stumbles back those few steps she had taken. instinct and training keep her feet light and she slides back again to dodge the next swing, barely making out the face of her assailant, just as dark and rusted as she is. there's a hard edge to his gaze that makes her grit her set her jaw, baring her teeth in an odd semblance of a grin: there's purpose in his swings, method in his movements, and if he's aiming to kill she has no reason to hold back.

she sidesteps the next swing and draws her sword, intent on giving back as good as she gets.
]


b) my whole life is a joke. (arriving in style pt. 2)
[ it'd been years, decades, centuries since she'd had anything to protect after leaving asgard the first time. sakaar had given her the freedom of doing whatever she wanted, the freedom of not caring, even if it meant forgetting everything she'd lived and breathed for most of her life. but meeting thor had changed that, returning to asgard changed that, and it hasn't been very long since she'd confronted hela one last time. she's still sporting those bruises and cuts, and she'd thought maybe she might enjoy a little actual peace for a while, but things have a habit of not going her way when she wants them to.

she's not the only one paired up with a stranger out to kill her, and after destroying hers, she decides she may as well hang back to help others. the dust has yet to settle, thickened by the continuous rain, and she trudges through it despite it all. it slows her movements some, catching more hits than she normally would but she hardly notices; asgardian bodies are made tougher to withstand more. more pain, more sorrow, more regret, and while she'd never consider herself a god (that's thor, that's hela, and she still remembers struggling in that last fight with her), she figures the fact that she can't seem to die whenever she expects to probably makes her close enough to one. or something to that effect.

she gets in the way of the swing of a knife, catching the man's fist in her hand with a grip hard enough to twist muscle and bone, hard enough to get him to drop the weapon. but his grip is still tight around the handle, and she doesn't look away even as she addresses the new arrival behind her,
]

Get going. I'll cover you.


c) unless it involves a lot of whiskey, i'm not interested (sight of lightning/wildcard)
[ so they want her to be quiet. that's fine. her armor gets traded in for a jumpsuit and she ventures out onto the sand paths silently, standing out against her bleak surroundings. if this is truly midgard, thor really picked a shitty place for them to land, but she's starting to get the feeling that none of their people are here. it's enough for her to take at least some comfort in it, knowing that the kingdom is still safe, still bound for their true destination.

this isn't the first time she's found herself on a sorry excuse for a planet, willingly or otherwise. aside from the lack of trash and junk everywhere, this place is not so different from sakaar, if she thinks about it. the thought actually teases a bit of a smile, dry lips ticking up in a small smirk.

from one dumpster to another. all she needs is some alcohol to feel right at home.
]


c. just nut up and die alone (wildcard pt. 2)
[ not feeling any of the above? feel free to hit me up with something else, especially if we worked out any team ups/rescuing beforehand! lmk if you'd like a closed starter and i can throw that down too. come at me over on [plurk.com profile] microwaves if you wanna hash anything out! ]
Edited 2018-03-27 09:08 (UTC)
stealyoursoul: (My head's been wet with the midnight dew)

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-27 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course things couldn't be too quiet around here. Now there's a damn warzone going on outside. Leo heads out and very shortly has someone trying to kill him. Leo may not have any weapons on him, but he hardly needs them. When one of the people comes at him, he just grabs him by the throat, lifting him up off the ground, and tossing him through the air.

Then of course Tetora comes barreling through. Leo just barely manages to step out of the way. Oh look, it's a lunatic disguised as help.]


Are you trying to kill me or them?!
flyguy: (Will defy)

[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-27 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Are you telling me all that annoyance was for a friendship aesop?
nishizono: (16 - QGRUqd8)

cw: graphic violence

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-27 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
At least you can talk!

[ another of the freaks comes through the dust and tetora doesn't even look when he drives a knife right into its chest before slashing up, neatly cutting the man a gruesome split from the sternum up. and then the man disintegrates into red dust, staining tetora in copper as the rain continues to come down upon them. ]

You got caught in the rain?
lowkeycrazy: (what?!)

Closed to Kurama, Akira

[personal profile] lowkeycrazy 2018-03-27 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[He recognized the effects quickly enough. The warm feelings, the desire for physical contact... how strange that he would feel this, though, when he hadn't recently had any of that drink.

... he can't say that he terribly minds, though. It's oftentimes difficult for him to conjure up sincere positive emotions, and this... just happened to do it for him. For a time, the negative feelings and doubts that plagued his mind would be blessedly absent. Or at least... they wouldn't be quite so overwhelming. (And sometimes, even then, they would still overpower him.)

His thoughts eventually drift to Akira, as they're wont to do while he's in this state, and he can't help but think of how things went last time. He was sorely embarrassed in the morning, but he could care less about that particular point, at the moment. All he cared about, really, was how safe and welcome he had felt in Akira's arms...

... and he really ought to pay more attention to where he's going instead of letting his affection-hazed mind wander, because when he turns the corner he actually manages to bump into someone. His eyes immediately widen and instinctively, his hand shoots out to grab their shoulder, even though he hadn't bumped very hard into the person at all.

He opens his mouth, abruptly closes it, then takes out his device with his free hand— his left— and types up a message.]


Sorry! That was careless of me.
darksmokerising: (112)

[personal profile] darksmokerising 2018-03-27 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yep, sure was, at least in part. Might have just been hungry, yeah?
justbeingknife: (ha!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-27 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima reached into the field and snapped his fingers; the motion was sharp but soundless. Not bad. ]

Hey, the future's here. Alright, I'll do my best to break it.

[ He assumed that was what Tony wanted him to fiddle with it for, anyway. If anything, Majima had demonstrated in class a particular knack for somehow isolating those exact corner cases that made an otherwise delightful piece of technology roll over and die. ]

See anyone ya know out there?
justbeingknife: (what is this)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-27 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ The man flailed at Majima, but its movements were sluggish; it was easy to simply take its back and wrap an arm around its neck, opposite hand braced against its head. The position looked almost like an embrace -- at least until the audible snap of its neck banished it, too, into nothingness.

But the sounds were now attracting something of a crowd. More came rushing out of the red storm. Some bore weapons, other simply rushed at them, grasping arms outstretched and roaring in rage.

Majima reached behind his back and retrieved his tantō, unsheathing it so he could meet these new assailants with weapons in both hands. It was a simple matter of coordination to keep moving, brutalizing a stranger with a blow from his bat before a smooth turn sent allowed him to knife another in the back. Separate from the roiling red of the dust storm, flickers of black and violet began to lick at Majima's limbs, poured off his back like rising smoke. ]
justbeingknife: (am I doing)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-27 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima produced a first aid kit from one of the cabinets. He'd... worry about the water staining later, he supposed. ]

You don't have to worry about it. I don't charge newbies. Wouldn't have anything decent to trade anyhow, right?

[ There were some decent supplies in here (no rubbing alcohol, though), including a roll of bandages that Majima plucked out of the box. ]

Need help wrapping it up?
justbeingknife: (the fuck?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-27 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima made a face, lapsing back into Japanese in exasperation. ]

Whattaya need more than two tenses for, anyway? Done, or not done -- simple.

[ They passed a small bunch of daffodils growing neglected in what had once been someone's lawn. Eddie would have been interested in those. ]
equivalent_trade: (Ed: wind)

[personal profile] equivalent_trade 2018-03-27 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Edward started as Rei appeared and struck his attacker from behind. The man dropped the knife, but turned on Rei with a feral roar -- clearly out of control.

He dropped to the ground, aiming a sweeping kick at the man's ankle that sent the lunatic smashing into the ground. ]


Dammit... what the hell's wrong with this guy?!
byanyother_name: (Wait what?)

[personal profile] byanyother_name 2018-03-27 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Kurama, to the contrary, had no real idea what was happening apart from the clear and certain knowledge that it wasn't entirely natural. The ache to be close to someone, to be touched, could almost have passed for it, could have mingled with the pain of separation and longing he felt.

The warmth, though, and the soft fuzz making it harder to think about things other than indulging the desire for contact...

No. This is definitely not him and he knows it.

He probably shouldn't even be outside in this condition but the idea of remaining holed up alone had been unbearably stifling, suffocating more than the dust in the air. Exploring the new place he's found himself in is an excuse but it's a good one, one that would be entirely legitimate if he didn't feel like...this.

It's distracting enough that he doesn't manage to dodge the person coming around the corner a little too abruptly. It's just a small bump, but the contact itself is a shock of yes please this this this to that inescapable craving even before he sees whose hand just grabbed his shoulder.

Goro except it's not, any more than the boy he'd found in the storm the previous day was Akira. They have to be Akechi-san and Kurusu-san to him.

But there's no hiding the moment of shocked recognition, not when he's caught so off guard, or the way his hand starts to reach towards the teen in front of him before he manages to redirect it to his own device.]

No need. I think it might be very easy to get distracted today. Unless it's just me.
youcantfixme: (shock)

Frank Castle

[personal profile] youcantfixme 2018-03-27 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ The taste of copper was overwhelming. Luke started choking and immediately covered his mouth, smothering a few coughs. It was too much. He cleared his throat and spread his hands out over the floor then got to his feet.

The reset room.

At least the slip wouldn't endanger Castle's life. He didn't know the man, just of the news. They were cut from different cloths but both Marines. Luke would judge another man, and given how Frank had just helped him, it was easy to consider him an ally. He'd give anyone a chance until proven otherwise.

Luke immediately went for the water in the room and served them both a cup. ]


Here...

[ He extended the cup to Castle while downing the other. ]
youcantfixme: (hoodie)

Isabel Evans

[personal profile] youcantfixme 2018-03-27 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
The loop felt like it would never stop until the woman spoke. She didn't belong in Seagate. If there was a woman's side, Luke had never crossed it. However, her voice was calming and welcome in the looping melee he was experiencing. He didn't know if she could trust her. He'd learn not long ago that it had been something of a mistake to trust the woman he had made his wife. Yet he desperately needed a break.

He gave the woman a nod and followed her along, managing to move away from the crowd. The return to prison was bad enough but he was back in the unkempt beard and unruly afro. Luke tugged his shirt to wipe some of the sweat off of his face while catching his breath as they walked. "What...what are you doing here?" he finally questioned when they were far enough away from the loud crowd.
historyrabbit: (hammer φ 'Cause I won't give up)

nerds

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-03-27 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Equally quite the bookworm is the redhead she ran into on the scouting trip. Only his trips are less trying to research at the moment and more along the lines of bringing in construction materials. Materials to make the building sturdy again. He's trying his best to be quiet but not exactly...sneaky.

So she'll see him carrying a beam of wood to prop up a wall.]
equivalent_trade: (Ed: you'll pay for this captain planet)

Arriving

[personal profile] equivalent_trade 2018-03-27 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ The knife struck Ed's right forearm with the telltale clang of metal against metal; he'd just barely managed to step in before the attacker finished his swing at Angus. But now that he was in position, it was a simple matter to shove the man's arm aside, send him temporarily staggering back a few steps. ]

What the hell are you doing?!

[ He demanded, more of the man than of Angus -- though he received no answer. ]

Hey, kid, you okay?

[ ...Edward did not look all that much older than Angus tbh ]
youcantfixme: (leather jacket)

Jessica Jones

[personal profile] youcantfixme 2018-03-27 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
The jumpsuit had Luke unsettled. He never wanted to see another set of prison clothes and that was what the standard issue in Reims felt like. The last thing that he expected to see was a familiar face. Yet it was a very familiar face with an equally familiar voice that was swearing and garnering looks from those around. Jessica.

Luke swallowed thickly, believing even more that The Hand was at work. Jones didn't look like a new arrival but more like the way he'd seen her just days ago. He stood with a hand kneading the back of his neck, an unconscious attempt to work out the tension building. It was a selfish feeling to take comfort in a familiar face under the circumstances. In a place where they had to be quiet for the sake of saving lives, better it was Jessica than Danny Rand.

He lowered his hand and waited for Jessica to catch up to him.
stealyoursoul: (Default)

Leo Flynn | Monsters of Verity

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-27 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Arriving In Style

[Things had been relatively quiet (pun intended) around here since Leo arrived, but it doesn't seem like they're going to stay that way. The rain has been going on and stirring up the dust. Leo finally decides he can't stay inside any longer and goes outside. That's when he starts to notice that there's some strange stuff going on around here.

There's new people around and people apparently trying to kill them. Huh. This is interesting. He watches for a moment, but something inside of him used to protecting people gets stirred up. He can't just let them deal with this problem on their own. He spots a nearby pair grappling and goes to help. He pulls off the person whose trying to attack one of the new arrivals, tossing them to the side with little effort. He's clearly much stronger than he initially looks. He looks at the person being attacked, checking them for injuries.]


You alright?

The Sight of Lightning

[Well, Leo's not sure what's going on around here, but suddenly it seems like everyone around here feels the need for intense company all of a sudden. He's already got bitten by the bug around Raven, so he's figuring this has to be happening to a majority of the population.

He keeps seeing someone wherever he goes, just out of the corner of his eyes, never quite catching a glimpse of them. He finally stops and waits for them to show themself, looking a touch exasperated. He pulls out his device.]


What are you doing?

Team Four

[So it looks like someone is disturbing the peace around here by throwing rocks. So Leo and some other guy that he doesn't know have been asked to take a look into things. They've already been waiting a few hours, but there's no sign of the culprit. Leo hasn't really been up to talking up to this point. He's not very social at the best of times.

Leo's starting to get bored, so he turns to Dyluck as he pulls out his device.]


Maybe whoever is doing this isn't going to show up today.

Wildcard

[Just a couple of ideas:
Leo trying assess the state of your soul as to whether you're a sinner or not, and thus, whether he can eat your soul or not.
Getting accidentally charmed by his song while in a soundproofed area.
Watch him fail at food preparation.
Or if you've got another idea, feel free to poke me at [plurk.com profile] Light_shade]
historyrabbit: (confused φ Maybe I forgot)

lightning?

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-03-27 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Lavi is actually by the river, a basket by his side and he's collecting a plant that he mentioned in a post to the network (that I haven't put up yet in a top level, but shhh) when she sends out her message, he does let out a small smirk, turning back to the scenery.]

It still is in a unique way. But you're right, this part of France really was beautiful once.

[[ooc; no need to have the feelings towards this one!]]
delincuente: (i never miss a beat)

Alex Russo | Wizards of Waverly Place

[personal profile] delincuente 2018-03-27 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ arrival. ]

[She's in space, and then she's not. There's no sense of sleep between the two, no period of lost time. Her eyes close to the hum of her spaceship, and somehow, both seconds and hours later, they open to an unfamiliar ceiling.

Of course, the unfamiliar ceiling is the least of her worries once she opens the door to a sprawling, ruined city.]


What the- [Her curse gets swallowed. Everything seems to shift on its axis, and she falls, right into-

Sand. Screaming, scraping sand. Alex sits up, reaching for her wand in her boot, and finds neither.]


Oh, this just keeps getting- [It's just then that her company makes itself known. More specifically, her company decides to thrust their knife right beneath her throat. Really? After the morning she's had?! She winces, swallowing down panic.] Little close there, buddy. Mind backing up?

[ wildcard. ]

(( only putting up one prompt right now but you can PM me or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] gizmatico if you want to do anything else ))
stealyoursoul: (Default)

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-27 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
I do not need--[He grabs another opponent by the neck, who struggles for a moment before Leo simply snap it with an awful sound as the body disintegrates into dust.]--help!

[Tch. Such an ungrateful and rude man.]
historyrabbit: (hammer φ Stronger than before)

Lavi | DGM (CRAU)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-03-27 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sight of Lightning - OTA/Vanessa - PG it plz? ]

[Lavi is...well, used to smothering his feelings. That's what a Bookman does.

It's what he did...a long time ago.

So when it becomes clear that he's "infected" again with whatever is in this red dust, he almost holes himself up in his room.

But he has work to be done. Construction around the town, making it safe for folks to use buildings. Right now he's carrying supplies to a location and sometimes it's a struggle not to turn toward someone that passes him by.

Maybe it's your character?

Even if he doesn't know them, there's a strange tug, an urge to just kinda be close. Follow them around...

Cue the confusion on his face.]


[ Hair Shenannigans - locked to Riku ]

[Okay. Lavi has to hold in a chuckle until he helps tug Riku inside during the duststorm. He really wishes he had his hammer since it'd be helpful getting them inside quickly. But...the sheets he had make a good enough rope from the door of the house out to where the formerly silver-haired fellow had decided to be blown.

But once they're inside and the door is shut...?

Snerk. A chuckle. Then a quiet laugh as he looks the other over.]


Why Axel, so nice of you to join us. [Lavi's tone is teasing, of course.] Looks like you shrank a bit. Did the dust erode some of you away?

[ NETWORK - UN: NAMELESS ]

So while I was out on the scouting trip, I found a plant next to the river that I was familiar with. Saponaria officinalis [Some Latin for your devices.] or more commonly known as soapwort. I managed to break it down enough into a cleanser, it's super gentle so if you have sensitive skin it'll be good for you.

I have limited quantities right now, fifteen small bottles, so first come first serve. I'll ask that folks be nice and leave'em for those that need the gentle stuff until I can get some more.

My name is Lavi, you can catch me at Sora's house or making the library safe and sound to use again. Or on whatever construction project they have us working on.


[ Wildcard ]

[Don't see anything you like here? Lavi can be caught at the library, Sora's house and/or clinic. You can hit up his inbox or ping me at discord (hover) or [plurk.com profile] gloryfalling]
pandorasfinest: (02)

Team Four

[personal profile] pandorasfinest 2018-03-27 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Waiting is boring, but it's also something that Dyluck knows how to do when he has to. As much as he'd like to do more than just stand around or patrol the general area, but fortunately, he's getting the hang of checking the silent device in his pocket often. He frowns a bit, and instinctively opens his mouth to speak, before closing it with a sigh. He starts typing, hands completely unused to it and hunting and pecking in the process. It takes him longer than most to finish writing and sending it. He shakes his head to punctuate his message.]

Doubtful.

[He catches himself opening his mouth again, stops, and heaves a silent sigh.]

Someone that intent on disturbing others and getting away with it is likely to be more bold with each success. In any case, there haven't been enough attempts to establish a pattern, so it's better to wait to nip it in the bud as soon as possible, instead.

Furthermore, broken glass makes a sound, no matter how small the crack. Subsequent acts of vandalism cannot be tolerated in this sort of high-risk situation.


[...He really, really wishes he could just open his mouth to talk. A little frustrated, he stretches out a bit to try and relax a bit more. This whole place, having to stay silent at all times, has him tense. Including from when he was attacked upon arrival.]
historyrabbit: (lenalee φ I hate the most)

rabbit season

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-03-27 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay. First, oocly, he has to object to the whole rabbit season thing. He's not in the mood to be hunted. It's a canon nickname.

Secondly... You smell of elderberries? (Couldn't think of anything else.)

It has him stopping and signing at Bucky—after he catches the guy's attention, mostly because they're sharing the same walk path going opposite directions—with a mixture of native language and British Sign Language.]


How would you know if I smelled of elderberries? I don't think we've met. Have we? [He's a world traveler, this one.]
stealyoursoul: (I thought I heard the shuffle of the)

[personal profile] stealyoursoul 2018-03-27 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Leo's not used to waiting for long periods of time. Back home, during the military operations, he was always the one sent in to take care of messes that had already been caused. There wasn't a lot of standby when it came to killing monsters or punishing sinners. He shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet.]

Wonder what their purpose is. Are they trying to attract a Sound Eater for a reason or are they just trying to cause some chaos?

[Leo suspected it was the latter, but perhaps there was a reason here he just couldn't see. They would know until they caught the vandal.]