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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



list_maker: (really?)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-04-09 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods once.] Then I'll have to get a hold of some knives for us to use when we do this again. [Because Arya wants to.]
eachother: <lj user="godmaking" site="insanejournal.com"> (006)

[personal profile] eachother 2018-04-10 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ thomas doesn't necessarily think any of this is her fault. he doesn't even know her, for one, nor does he recognize the man trapped beneath the heavy press of her foot, but all he'd intended to gain in his messy questioning was a little bit of clarity in what the hell is going on. even if it's raining, this isn't the place for a fight of any kind, and with the red dust on top of everything else, well... it sets thomas a little on edge.

there isn't time to think, though. there's no time to weigh sides, though thomas isn't really sure that much is necessary from what he's seen already. and what she says? i woke up here. it catches thomas' attention.

she's a new arrival, just like he was a while ago. confused, just like he was. scared, just like he was. he can see it in her eyes. thomas' lips part as if he's about to say something, his hands lifting at his sides almost like he means to reach out towards her, but before he can say anything, before he can extend a hand to her, the man pinned under her foot knocks her off balance.

instinct drives him forward without even thinking the moment the girl hits the ground, and while he's quick, thomas is not fast enough to keep him from getting his hands around her throat for a good, solid few seconds before he barrels into him with his shoulder, sending him tumbling off of her, and thomas with him.

the two of them roll, one over the other a few times, and by the time they stop, thomas is pinned with one arm under his back, and his other hand pressed firmly under the man's chin, shoving his head back as far as he can so at least, if he starts to throw his fists, he won't see where he's throwing them. if he can throw off his weight, then maybe he can get to the small knife (used to cut fishing line) strapped to his ankle.

thomas turns his head slightly to look at the girl, grits his teeth against the sand and the dust in his mouth, and manages just three words. ]


Run. Stay quiet.
rockypath: (climbing out of grave)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-04-10 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Could be. Or it's some kind of horrible trap. But, hey, at least I'll look good when I horribly die? [It's a joke. But to be honest, Faith's not one to dwell in all the horrible possibilities. She's okay with this risk. Out of some of the others she's taken, it's probably going to be fine.

Is it weird how oddly good it felt to just shake someone's hand? God, was she that deprived of human contact? Shit, what's wrong with her?]
Right back at you.

[Have some finger guns, since apparently Faith's feeling a bit goofy right now. Apologies.]
limped: (i'm gone for good)

[personal profile] limped 2018-04-10 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Newt doesn't expect for it to be snatched from his hand, but he doesn't make any movements to try to get it back, and is luckily rewarded for his patience by the thing being pressed back into his hand. He turns Klaus' words over a few times, not sure if he likes how familiar a weight has been placed on his shoulders, like in the Glade. He'd never liked being second in command, never liked being the one there to pick up the pieces if Alby died. Sure, he liked keeping the peace, but it came with a lot of guilt. ] There's a bulletin board that's got everything ya need to know too. [ He'll be sure to send him in the right direction of it, once they've gotten to safety.

The touch doesn't bother Newt as much as it probably should, he stops, attention finding the stake before flickering up to Klaus. He really doesn't want to be stabbed to death by some stranger for no reason. What Klaus presents him with causes Newt's own eyes to soften a bit.
] Don't thank me yet, more of those jacked dust monsters, or Sound Eaters could come out of nowhere. [ He pauses, eyeing Klaus a little more carefully, looking for signs of the Dust or the Flare. ] Do you remember anything odd before waking up here?

[ His arrival was different than Newt's, no reset room with a warm welcome. Newt nods his head, a small but obvious movement, 'keep moving' because they'll be to the dining hall soon. Somewhere he can get Klaus water at the very least. So he starts moving again, hoping Klaus gets the hint that they should get to fresh air. ] Does the name Wicked mean anything to you? [ It's dangerous to ask about them to strangers, for all Newt knows Klaus could be working for them. ]
monomachy: pinklaceribbons @ dw (Default)

no worries, it happens!

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-04-10 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She laughs, securing the lasso.] I'll have to remember that. Perhaps it will catch on.
rakuyo: (A corpse...)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-04-10 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
A technique from my master... [Is all she manages to say, focusing on keeping moving. Maria fares better than most would, with a knife wound leaking out her back and an opened gut. Losing blood could actually make Maria fight more fiercely, but without healing blood to recover, it was likely she'd simply lose too much and pass out, dead. Knowing her own limits, the injuries she had could recover just fine, given rest. She appreciated Arya's aid greatly in showing them both to shelter, especially since she wouldn't have to worry of the young woman's safety out in the hunt alone.

As the approach the building, Maria will huff a breath of relief. She's easy to set down somewhere, either inside or on the stoop, out of the rain is all she wants. Maria is ever composed, despite her pain and injury.]
rakuyo: (... so sweetly.)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-04-10 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Sir Poe, an honor to meet you. [sorry, the nothing fancy comment is going to flutter right passed Maria, she doesn't usually bother with anything short of proper greetings.]

I'm Lady Maria of the Hunter's Workshop. Waste not for time, we should continue moving. [greetings aside, standing still was not wise during a Hunt. She usher her along, but it's not long before the fog thickens, dustier red and heavier rain falling until all is obscured.

Maria is disappeared into the mist and ash, soon enough. Likely, she lost track of Poe and simply headed another way... but it's nearly like she hadn't been there at all.]
prorenataa: (Pretty thoughtful)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2018-04-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
I can safely assure you there is a lot wrong with me. [ Adrien agreed and he didn't sound particular apologetic or embarassed by the statement. ]

I can also safely assure that, unlike whatever is going on with those creatures out there, I'm not currently a lethal threat.
historyrabbit: (lenalee φ (Uh))

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-04-10 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a good plan, just make sure you avoid the hammer should it fall.

...Did you sprout wings without me knowing?
lednikovyy: CW (well I'm laughin' out)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-04-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks at her like she's got two heads, because there are some things he just hasn't bothered to get updated on in the 21st century. ]

I'm from BROOKLYN. Dodgers fan all the way.
rakuyo: Commissioned Icon by <lj user=crawly> (Somber.)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-04-10 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
I am unsure of such a place as this, myself. It does appear to be amidst a Hunt, where the violent and mad run free. [Maria keeps her eyes trained around them, aware and searching the area. The rain wasn't very heavy, but the strange dust was thick, a fog over the area, making it difficult to get ones bearings. If there was someplace safe nearby, Maria did not know which direction it might be.]

My sworn duty is to protect any I may find yet sane, do not stray far.
lednikovyy: CW (And we'll all dance alone)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-04-10 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
I'll have to go some time if we find a way out of this place.
what's it like?


[ Bucky's been staying further north in Europe. Colder climates make it easier to pile on layers and hide his face and arm. The warmer it gets, the more suspect long sleeves and gloves and hats tend to get, but he can't say he doesn't want to see other places like that. ]
rakuyo: (A corpse...)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-04-10 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
You are not. [she says, simple and stunted, if earnest in tone. Maria simply thought Vash was being prideful, might not want such help from his own attacker, but she won't be dissuaded. Arriving at the apartment, fortunately without any incident or encounter with more madmen. She eyes to Vash to see if he will produce a key, though she has no issue kicking a door if that is what's required.]
historyrabbit: (sheepish φ And bury me alive)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-04-10 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Go ahead and sign what you want. [Waving his hand as if to shoo away the thought.] Learning is more important, as gramps would say. Last place I was in had natives that were looking for a reason to jail us, still stuck on that.
historyrabbit: (look up φ If you close your eyes)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-04-10 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Halfway through it, at least what they've got recorded here. I went out with Hotdog's scouting group and it kept me away from the library for a little bit.

[personal profile] criticality 2018-04-10 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He goes quiet and just limps along beside her. He never use to be this quiet. This place really has effected him in ways he hadn't realized.

He reaches for the doorknob and opens it. It's unlocked. He really has no need for a key, he has nothing of value in his home and for the most part he doesn't think anyone would attack anyone in this community without reason. Until this moment, anyway. Inside is an uncharacteristically clean space, everything neat and tucked away, as if at any given moment he was ready to pick up everything and flee. He drops down on a bed and groans into his hand. He runs his hand down his face and then looks at her. ]


It's totally sound proof in here. We can talk.

[ Does that mean anything to her? Does she know?

He gingerly inspects his leg trying to figure out in which way it's broken. ]


There's towels in the bathroom for your wound and there's whiskey in that cupboard. I think I need it.
historyrabbit: (rabbit φ The fear)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-04-10 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he could get a rope and slowly shift it into place after wrapping the rope around it. He's thinking hard and almost misses the facial cue.]

I've got a few little spacer things we can use to fix the boards on some of the bookcases. [Small things needed to be done too. But they're various cuts of wood that he wanted to push flush against a wall to balance out shelves.]
historyrabbit: (book φ Seen this play out in my dream)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-04-10 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty sure we don't have a dragon village in my world, so it's probably not even something I would've had a chance to hear except in places like this. My job is to collect stories like this. [Kind of.]
misplacesfriends: (☒ I'm not afraid to break away)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-04-10 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Yep.


Nope.


That's not normal.

Finn stares after the motorcycle and its new "trailer" for a few moments and then starts running after them. He's not going to catch them on foot but maybe the driver might turn around or stop or something?]


H-hey! Stop!!
misplacesfriends: (✩ Until the crowd goes home)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-04-10 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Same for Finn. The itch that had been unsettling him under his skin was easing.]

Yeah, I'd like that. Don't think we've talked much about home except for how we both got off Jakku.
misplacesfriends: (☐ Put up on a shelf)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-04-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[A small grin.] Not the way I was trained. Can't do a half-assed job when I've still got energy to do it properly.
priwen: (scale and steel)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-04-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ that much, they are in agreement ]

I never expected to meet someone like them. But, I suppose that's the side effect of being in this kind of place.
deadboywalking: ([:o] everything's fine)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-04-10 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Once upon a time, in a time slightly in the future that Will doesn't know about, hasn't seen yet, he shuffles awkwardly around a dance floor with someone else's hands on his shoulders, forcing a grim smile and trying not to see Mike out of the corner of his eye, leaning in and kissing Eleven. Somewhere else, Lucas does the same thing with Max, and Will doesn't have to see it to know that the same thing is expected of him. He'll pull away, he'll make some excuse, wait for his friends to get bored with dancing so he can surround himself with them, forget about the taste of envy, metallic and bitter at the back of his throat.

He'll try not to think about how, when he closes his eyes, wishes he was the one being kissed, that he sees himself in Eleven, in Max's places. Mostly the former. It'll haunt him almost worse than the Mind Flayer does, every time he sees them pairing off, two by two.

It's a future Will doesn't know he has, but one he could easily guess at. It's the only one that's ever existed for him.

Except right now Eddie's kissing him. Right now Eddie's mouth is pressed to the corner of his own and Will wants to scream and Will wants to cry and Will wants to laugh, even if it kills him. It's one of those half-moments that should have music playing during them, something bright and swelling and triumphant. Violins and drums and brass and strings, building and building and exploding.

Instead it's silent, and Eddie is red-faced with his hands in his pockets and it's so much. Will can't say anything, can't do anything but reach out, grab for Eddie's hands, wanting to hold onto him for as long as possible.
]
lovesbitch: the sealing day (☾ 165)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-04-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ the words draw a sharp, ragged breath from his chest, fingers digging into her back where they hold her in place. ] I'm probably the least important person here, Slayer. [ especially with buffy here. she's naturally at the tippy top of the list. he doesn't regret dying for the cause, even if he regrets that it hurt her. ]

You can't be afraid to use me again if you have to. I'll come back again. [ until he doesn't, but hey. ]
misplacesfriends: (☐ It's time to face the truth)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-04-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
As far as I know it's fair gain? Though there might be some stuff haphazardly thrown in there for temporary storage. I can ask everyone I know that's in the house who's stuff it is.