MOD LOG #3

[bequiet]

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
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NAVIGATION

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[gimmesometassel]

[Not only Japanese, but onomatopoeia, too--someone literally named a sentient rug Fluffy. For the moment, he just chooses to keep signing; it's faster and easier, so Master would probably prefer it, especially since the answer is little more than a single gesture. At least having a conversation is proof of both sight and intelligence?]

Magic!

[oorah]

[ it's become second nature, anticipating noise and preventing it where he can. but when she takes a book from the middle of his stack he doesn't even consider that they might topple and kill them both. he trusts her to do it silently and she does.

he's pulling out his device anyway to catch what she's telling him. it's a very different thing to know that clara had amazing adventures and to hear about her going back in time (??) to meet jane austen. it truly is remarkable. ] You met her? [ frank confirms, though he's nodding a second later so she won't think he doesn't believe her. ]

you can have that [ the book. it would go nicely with her selection. ] did you meet bronte too or just austen?

[bossily]

[Clara's so transfixed by staring at Diana and smiling that she doesn't read the message at first. It does eventually dawn on her that she should, and so she glances over at her device. What she reads makes her blush, but she glances up at her friend with an appreciative smile.]

Are you living here too?

[She nods toward the house, implying that she's already staying there.]

[gimmesometassel]

[Carpet follows behind Clara, peering between the shelves uncertainly. He has to use his device just to read even the titles, given that they're all in French. It doesn't stop him from looking, though--for all that he's still kind of overwhelmed by the sheer number of books in one place, he still likes them.

One end of him starts scanning the rows of books for something useful, while the other signs back to Clara; isn't it nice to be able to multitask?]

Maybe the knitters would know? Making cloth things is their job, isn't it?

See Spot Lay Down

[byanyother_name]

[This is not at all a familiar scent. Even though the approaching body looks like a teenage boy, tired and bedraggled, his scent is a clinging veil of roses over the smell of a fox.

He's poking in an exploratory way at the device the natives gave him until he gives a subtle sniff of his own and looks up with a curious blink in Teddy's direction. He senses thoughts and smells a dog and that's...interesting.]

Ah. Hello. You look as tired as I feel.

[warfares]

[ Half-finished installing one of the fixtures, Kylo Ren glances over when Margo approaches, trying to place her. He's been keeping to himself, mostly. All the better to avoid the mess that was Kilgrave and Jessica Jones.

His partner doesn't look any more suited to their current task than he is. Falling back onto the half-remembered lessons learned at the knee of his father. Thankfully, the devices themselves are simple enough to understand.

Returning to his task, he begins tightening the screws, pausing only when he catches a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. Feels the coalescing of confusion into something focused and decisive. He turns, slowly, watching as Margo tackles the problem in her own particular way.

It's creative, he'll give her that much. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky's not sure how much of a tea drinker he is, but he doesn't mind helping, so he just nods and lets her show him what to do. His steps are careful and even as he counts them. He hasn't done this exact activity, but physical precision is something he excels at and this is hardly a concentration-breaking battle. ]

do you think the sandbags will help?

[dapalis]

[ Yuu just blinked a couple times before raising a hand to cover his mouth at the snicker that would have escaped him otherwise. That was corny. Good, but totally corny. He still got a huge kick out of it, either way. ]

Sure! There's gotta be something there that will help. i mean it better so let's go.

[tornadoed]

[ the look could be dangerous and his words creepy, but right now, dorothy doesn't consider them as such. right now, she revels in his intense focus, the depth of his want that's written all over his features. ]

Just get it off. [ she urges, lifting her hips to encourage him doing just that. at the same time, she starts fumbling with his jumpsuit as well, pulling it down one shoulder before kissing him again instead. ]

[priwen]

[ He gives the fruit a once-over, recognizing several that are of the same type as those in the greenhouse. Something easier to eat would help, perhaps an apple. ]

Thank you.

[ If there's a knife anywhere, he would try to peel it. ]

Most of the illusions are gone. [ The people of the red dust. ] A couple of the new arrivals got injured, but nothing too serious.

[priwen]

I'm up for either of those options!

[priwen]

Will Alex be able to use his Echo to sense any other information, especially of what the natives are doing in the theater?

[priwen]

[ Alex's attention is focused on their attacker, so he has to raise his voice to be heard over the storm. He has his back to Rey, but his Echo lets him sense her behind him, feel the emotion behind her words. Experience tells him that it's best to work with her than argue, so he nods - his sword is still pointed forward, but he motions to her with his other hand.

A translucent bubble forms around Rey, a casted shield. It's by no means permanent, but it would hopefully compensate for her lack of a shield. ]

If she bleeds out dust, then she's an illusion.

[ An illusion that mimicks humans, an almost flawless one on the outside; but his Echo reads out their thoughts to him, the single-minded focus to kill. Something that must not be allowed to happen... ]

wildcard food preparation

[priwen]

[ ooc: permissions post for alex's empathic abilities! ]

[ The two of them are working together today, a few days after the flurry of recent arrivals had been settled in. More mouths means more food need to be cooked, and one of the natives had pulled Alex in to assist with their work.

He arrives in the preparation room carrying a sack of vegetables, freshly harvested from the greenhouse. A native points him to this particular cooking station with a space to spare.

— Leo gets a slightly long look from the Elezen, though it can be easily explained as sizing someone up when you meet them for the first time. ]

Hello.

My name is Alexandre. I brought the supplies for soup today.

alexandre tialys | closed catchall

[priwen]

[ hit me up on plurk or pm if you'd like a specialized toplevel! ]

i;

[priwen]

[ Lorem rushes out, and Alex behind her, grateful for his habit of keeping his blade on him at all times. Aettir's aura flares into existence, blinding intensity serving to draw attention to its wielder and away from the person that Lorem had set her mind on to protect.

Of course, she doesn't have a weapon, so he must draw his and fight in her place. Two knights, two champions. ]

Lay down your arms!

[ He's always said this whenever he had to fight. Lower their weapons, give them a chance. It's their decision to make, an offer of mercy.

But their assailant doesn't seem to listen. The attacker is bright in his aetheric sense, fear and anger and - a single-minded intent to kill. ]

kilgrave

[priwen]

[ The dust engulfs all in a whirlwind of red, and Alex is out within the storm. Battle calls to him, both as a seasoned warrior and as a Paladin, the desire to cease conflict. However, it's not easy this time, especially when the melee lays itself out in front of his perception into two parties: those who wish to flee, and those who wish to kill.

He had his reservations about striking those out for blood, but once he finds that they bleed red dust instead of blood, his self-restraint is torn and thrown aside. Their bloodlust thrums against his aetheric vision, bright discordant shards against the fear and determination of others. Such things must be stopped - at any cost.

(If you hesitate on the battlefield, it can, and will kill.)

Letting the Echo guide him, he weaves his way through the rain, a flaming sword in hand. Aettir's aura flares brightly enough to draw attention, sometimes enough to distract the red dust illusions from the people they are trying to kill.

Even if it's someone he loathes, he will afford Kilgrave a basic respect of battle - the enemy of mine enemy is, however briefly, an ally. He closes the distance between them, forcing himself between the human and his assailant - another woman. Her nails scrabble against the flat of Aettir's blade before she dives around him, trying to reach her original target. ]

[warfares]

In well over a decade.

[ Longer even than that, perhaps. He'd been a child when he'd accompanied his mother to Naboo, to the ancestral estate of her mother's family.

Naboo, much like Alderaan was said to have been, enjoyed not only a singular wealth but held a deep appreciation for its history. That included maintaining paper archives in addition to the various digital records. ]

And only ever at a distance. The contents of this room would feed a mid-sized planet for several years.

Longer, perhaps, if you found the right collector.

[equivalent_trade]

Genetics?

[ The other subjects he recognized, but.... ]

So they have a comprehensive education system where you're from. Our teacher did her best, but we learned the most from self-study.

[rakuyo]

We are in danger. Beyond that, I am unawares, good lady. [the town is unfamiliar, clearly not that of Yharnam or any of what surrounded it. It didn't seem like the Nightmare, either, despite the attackers swarming out from the fog. Something felt more real about this place.]

There is a safe place I know. A... church of sorts. [it was called a church, but it wasn't really. Still, it was secure and away from the worst of the chaos outside.]

Follow close and stray not. I will lead you there.

[rakuyo]

I am composed, good lady. [It would take a lot to make Maria freak out, but she can see her display of violence wasn't speaking well to that. If this woman wished to aid her somehow, then all the better, Maria could continue to fight. Perhaps she had healing blood on her, much as Maria could detest it's overuse, it was the quickest means to recover and get back to the hunt.]

[ex_tagartist520]

"Oh." She guessed that was a point. She hadn't noticed. Maybe it was because she was so used to the smell after having had to drag Rachel to the hospital, the way it coated her truck. She still couldn't get it out of her head most days, not even here where there were so many distractions.

She'd almost missed her question thinking about it, forehead wrinkling, and then - oh. She shrugs her shoulders for her, a natural reaction, both as a response to the question and, ironically, because she doesn't know what to say."

[rakuyo]

[Maria is more than tricky to pin down, in a fight. The weight against Vash disappears in a puff of silver flecks, Maria with it, leaving nothing but the rain falling in front of him. Her quickening meant she could dash into thin air, reappearing at short distances. She's behind Vash the next moment, lifting a boot to kick him square in the back, hoping to send him hurtling forward into the mud.

She's used to fighting sloppy, with clumsy beasts and without the luxury of style.]

[rakuyo]

Do you believe others may be in danger, put upon by this storm? [Maria is more than willing to stay out in it, fight more creatures of dust, even if she's largely unarmed. Her fists could do the trick, she had her blunderbuss in her coat, though the rain would wet the gunpowder after a shot or two.]

[rakuyo]

[Reloading her weapon, she keeps Poe in her peripheral vision as he dispenses of the other attacker. She spots a third coming up behind him and lifts her weapon to fire. It sizzles and clicks, gun too soaked in the rain to spark and explode. Without much hesitation, she changes her grip on the iron weapon and hurls it with force, clocking the assailant in the temple. It's not serious damage, just enough to send them stumbling, giving Poe time to turn around and react to them himself]