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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[gimmesometassel]

She's a C R Y P T O N I A N.

[Forgive how awkward that message probably looks on your device, Logan, he's trying to finger-spell a word he's only heard verbally before. Not only is there not a sign for it, he doesn't even know how to spell it.]

She looks like a human but she's not one. She has pale skin and hair and a red cape and blue clothes. She can fly too!

[So it's just like having Teddy?]

[thatsruff]

[The fur along Teddy's back raises like a ridge when the scent of fox finds him, and he watches Kurama approach with wary eyes and a stiff tail. He has already had encounters with werewolves and werecoyotes, so seeing a man and smelling an animal isn't a new encounter for the canine, but it is no less unsettling and wrong to his mind and instincts than it has been every single time it happens.

His lips don't curl back to show off his teeth, but his ears tip backward and his nose twitches. No matter how kind or helpful the other animal-scented humans have been, there is just something about the scent of another animal that always gets under Teddy's fur and gets a rise out of an instinctive need to be ready for a fight. Other members of the Canidae trigger it the worst, and he had his early years of training to thank for that. The aggressive fights for dominance and rank between himself and other canine units, encouraged and even demanded by their handlers. Too often Teddy had born the brunt of those ranking fights as other Upsilons fought for roles as military units.

He fights his own instincts and watches the boy, waiting for any sign of a threat. He is too tired and disoriented for a fight. His device lights up with a yellow-orange glow, sending a message to the teenager's device with the username upsilon]

It has been a long month.

[voidmage]

[She lifts the shirt just enough that the wound is visible and other than the blood smeared around it, is relatively clean. Only a small hint of the red dust to be found it was mostly covered by cloth while roaming around outside.

El watches as he moves around the house, carefully taking note of every action so one day she can do it herself. When he disappears, her eyes remain focused on the doorway he went into.

Then he's back with some kind of clothing and her eyes widen when a shiny metal claw extends from his hand.

Please hold while El processes this information.]

[clussy]

(There was a lot about Richie that resulted in the sensitive reaction. Death was only a part of it. At least Logan seems to understand just fine to take care. A wise decision of Logan not to breach.)

Not really any money here. (Eddie gives a small shrug. He got on just fine with trading things.) Everyone wants something so it's usually easy enough to get whatever. Majima is pretty awesome. He'd probably be willing to figure something out with you.

(Majima might hand off stuff to Eddie no problem, but that didn't mean Eddie was going to take advantage of Majima's kindness and hand it off to whoever.

He does smile a little at being thanked, and his body relaxes a fraction of an inch. Eddie did like to be helpful.)

I hope you find something fun to read.

(He watches Logan move with careful eyes, before giving a small nod.)

No, it's not, but a lot of weird stuff happens with the dust. It seems to kind of be the source of- well. Everything. Or at least it feels that way. Careful about ingesting it. Kind of obvious, yeah, but really. If you see that shit, you should try and cover your mouth if you can.

[clussy]

(It was obvious how much this bothered Mystique, and Eddie couldn't exactly blame her. If he knew her better, he might of reached a hand out to grab one of her's to comfort her. But he doesn't, and so he can only give her an earnest look.)

I hope so too every day. it's fucked what people want to do to others who are different. especially when they're just little kids. i'll never understand why everyone wants to hurt us so bad.

(They're small and brittle. Even Laura with all the power of a mutant inside of her was still small and fragile in her own way. Maybe not physically...But Eddie knew that there were ravines of mental scarring all throughout her.)

I'm sorry. For what it's worth, while I was getting to know her, we had a LOT of fun to make up for both our pasts. And I think she was starting to be really happy. She mostly kept me safe but I promise I was trying to keep her safe too

[swig]

[ it's hard not to notice how quickly his wound closes, especially from that scythe, and she's barely looking at the guy logan pushes her way as she runs it through with her sword. if it weren't for the claws she'd have thought he was asgardian, but humans seem to have this thing about surprising people. ]

I'm wet already, [ she's squeezing red rainwater from her hair while the next attacker gets a scythe to its forehead, immediately turning into dust. ] Might as well make the most of it.

[ it's easier now without her armor weighing her down despite the leather and cloth clinging to her skin. later, she'll feel oddly relieved about leaving her armor behind as the natives peel away the layers, pulling the jumpsuit over her head and feeling lighter than she had in days. until then, she pushes forward through the dust and rain, ramming her shoulder into the next assailant hard enough to send it flying into the next. momentum does the rest, impaling both with the spear the second one was holding when they hit the ground. ]

[swig]

[ corellian reserve. definitely not anything she's heard before, but she gets why it's expensive; stuff like this is hard to come by and the fact that he's willing to share means he's either that generous to newcomers or he's looking for something later down the line. food for thought, even as she considers the smaller jars he points to. ]

how'd you find him?

[ she didn't think the natives would be so kind after that exciting welcome the other day. regardless, she takes up one of the jars, gives it a sniff and takes a sip. the burn is stronger but that's more along the lines of what she's used to; the alcohol on sakaar wasn't exactly quality anyway. ]

are you usually this generous or am i just lucky

Matt | Daredevil (Netflix Marvel)

[blessmefather]

Lightning?

[ If Matt was poisoned by the dust he doesn't know it. He was definitely exposed but who can say if these things will work on a blind man? So far he hasn't felt any different and lucky for him it remains that way after the red dust returns again and affects many of the newcomers.

He's re-reading what Constance had jotted down about this place on the pad he's been carrying and his own notes from the trip to the sound eater's nest earlier in the month in his current residence at house six. Where he's seated he can easily hear where everyone else is in the building. Nobody seems to be acting odd- yet. ]

[ ooc: Characters from other buildings welcome of course. He can overhear someone starting to behave differently or someone can approach him (whether poisoned or not). He can be the one to pour water on your character if you like. Run your ideas by me first if it's more adult or warning-worthy. ]

Wildcard

[ PM me or talk to me on plurk to plot! thoughtbubble Always open to threading with new characters! ]

[swig]

[ well, in that case, ]

all right
i'm thinking about taking the garage unless you've got plans for it

[warfares]

It would depend on your need.

[ In terms of practicality, technology had its advantages: data cubes and memory crystals could store far more information that even the most weighty tome. But for all their glittering loveliness and impressive storage space, they lacked something.

Something elusive. ]

[waystation]

_{[They could walk together if they're ever in the same place at the same time, but luck and overeagerness are working against them. While Eddie's busy heading to the path he was last working on today, he's busy reversing course for home.]}

( Me, too. )

_{[It comes with a tinge of distractedness. It's an odd quirk of this psychic business, that he can be in such a hurry to see the physical person that he gets distracted in from the actual connection with their mind.]}

( I mean, I'm looking for you, too. I went by the greenhouse but you weren't there so I'm heading back. Where are you? )

_{[Two ships passing in the night...]}

GO TEAM

[waystation]

_{[He did indeed get his notice to serve, for what little good it does him. This isn't the first time the natives have delegated tasks to some willing volunteers, but it is the first time they've ever given him a task this far outside of his skill set. Give him chairs to stack? Easy. But building a barricade to keep out monsters and bad guys...?]}

Hey. Yeah, that's me. I'm Jake.

_{[And he's also... really fucking clueless about strategic defense, sorry, dude. They didn't teach that in the sixth grade.]}

Sorry, I wish I could say I've done this before and had some bright ideas for you but _{[... he's only eleven...]} I probably know even less about this kind of thing. I'm still in school.

Do you want to meet up on the way to get the supplies so we can talk in person?

_{[Discussing a building project through text alone would create its own headaches.]}

[flyguy]

[Response is a good sign. He supposes. Her being tense makes him tense though and he grimaces. Looks away.]

I suppose I deserve that.

[He doesn't immediately follow up on that thought, reaching up to grab the image of the building F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s projecting on his lenses and crumple it, tossing it in the virtual trashcan. No good. Not what he's looking for.]

I will say I've been here two months. Bucky one. Ross's near daily calls demanding I put a task force together to hunt you and Rogers down is kind of so far down my priority list they wouldn't even rank as a quark. And

[A pause.]

It's good to see you.

[sparke]

do you

[ he's still not sure how he feels about it -- it's not terrible but he would've preferred having had a choice in whether it was cut or not ]

my sister happened to it

[ everything sucks indeed ]

[swig]

[ she doesn't judge him for his slowness, though actually seeing thor texting is kind of funny in a weird way. like imagining hulk trying to do the same thing, sort of. but thinking about hulk doesn't really help much so she tries not to focus on that, and instead thinks about finding a way out of this place. she's been reading up on the network, going through old posts and the info guide she'd found. it gives her something else to do aside from drinking all of poe's alcohol. ]

i'm in 7
the garage
it's been soundproofed already

[ so now he'll know where to find her. not that she thinks he'd ever need to, but they're all they've got now and that's as much of an invite she'll ever give. ]

[bequiet]

Hi! You should write Lamar into the tags yourselves.

[lilithsoul]

Most traditional dishes are still present, so I suspect that we do. I rarely pay much attention to meat dishes. However, seafood survived fairly easily in the flooding.

[lilithsoul]

[A quick nod before she then frowned. She didn't often do that, but the fact was that there shouldn't have been that many times that there was fighting here, of all places, post industrial revolution. Oh, there had been fighting in her time, but she doubted this was about the second impact.]

If I may ask, what war are you referring to?

[lilithsoul]

[Rei didn't smile during these exchanges. But, then again, she always seemed to have a sort of dead-eyed focus and determination in everything that she did. She was keeping pace as best she could, and it was obvious that she was learning, though today she'd walk away with more bruises than anything else.

As she finally reached a point of panting, she held up a hand to pause. How long had they been at this? The challenge was good, and she had lost some track of time.]

I... thank you, Arya. [Yes, that was the girl's name wasn't it? She was going to have an easier time with this one, she thought.] W...Would you like to do this again sometime?

[And at that point, she remembered what Ikari-kun had said and saw the smile on Arya's face. Rei tried to mimic it, even if she wasn't exactly good at smiling. She did it so rarely.]

[lilithsoul]

[She nodded and tapped at her phone for a moment before pulling up a set of photos. They were blurred and unclear. The creature had been good at avoiding a clear shot, but it was obviously monstrous. Limbs were reminiscent of humanity, but it was like the thing was mishapen, twisted, almost as if you'd used the parts of a human but forgotten how to put it together. Pity she hadn't gotten a real clear view.]

This was one of the second stage of their growth. I have not seen the first or latter, except in footage. The young look like violent children, and are supposed to be extremely fast.

[priwen]

Please do!

Here's a bit more info that I got from the mods.

[priwen]

[ The Elezen shakes his head ]

They're not. Not the type that I am familiar with, at least...

[ The illusions felt so human. Yet they bled dust. ]

I had a theory once that the Sound Eaters were birthed from dead humans. Maybe... they were an echo of that, somehow.

[justbeingknife]

That ain't such a far-flung theory. Basically what happened back in Paris, far as I can tell.

An echo of the folks who died, right? When they first showed.

[ Majima wasn't a particularly superstitious person, but it was hard not to absorb at least a little of the general character of the country he'd grown up in. The idea of anger and fear remaining in the world past the deaths of their owners was not a new one. ]

[justbeingknife]

That make you a vegetarian, then?

Hell, I definitely miss a good pork tonkotsu ramen. If Japan ran outta fish, though, that's be a real disaster.

[eachother]

hey! mal suggested that it might be easier to just handwave all of this at this point, so i'm not sure what we all want to do here. i know we discussed doing a network post to share the information that was gathered — is there anyone that would like to do that?