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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Comments

lessons/store!!

[justbeingknife]

[ The sun was getting warmer, the days slowly lengthening again. For Majima, spring brought some mixed sentiments, but whatever else you could say about life in Reims, it wasn't boring.

It wasn't far to the little cluster of garment stores he'd found, either. ]

Tomorrow I go to the bank.

[ He was having some minor issues with tense..... ]

[bossily]

[Clara's just grateful that they've managed to find the time to do this. Spring is here, and she's not about to waste it away in a jumpsuit. She probably could've gone to the shops alone, but it's nice to have company with her in case things go downhill. It also gives them plenty of time to work on their lessons now, and Clara's always happy to be practical with the use of her time.]

Tomorrow I will go to the bank.

[There's a pause, and she adds on an alternative.]

Tomorrow I am going to the bank.

[English is just confusing fun like that.]

[justbeingknife]

[ 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. ]

[bossily]

[That exasperation makes her give him a sympathetic smile. She understands how ridiculous it is, and has nothing but patience in letting him get out his frustration. ]

Don't worry so much about the tense. I understood what you meant just fine. Getting things perfect comes with time.

[She glances over toward the daffodils as they walk by, and stops to turn back and pluck a couple. One is tucked into her hair, and the other requires her to stand up on her tiptoes to try and tuck it behind his ear.]

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima looked surprised, at the sudden approach. Once he saw what she was up to, however, he bent his head a little to make her job easier. ]

Huh? What's this for?

[ The bright, outspread trumpet of the daffodil stood out like a burst of spring against the dark of his hair, but he didn't seem to mind. ]

[bossily]

No reason. It just looks nice.

[She appraisingly looks him over before giving a thumbs up, having to bite at her lip to keep from laughing. Any man that let her put a flower behind his ear is great in her book.]

There's not many beautiful things left here. It's good to appreciate the ones we get to see.

[justbeingknife]

[ He raised his head, bearing this new badge with care. If he'd been able to speak aloud, Clara might have gotten the distinct rising inflection of his dialect; as it was, he had to settle for a raised eyebrow. ]

If it's beauty you're after, I found an old cherry tree the other day. Couldn't see the color at the time, 'cause of... y'know.

[ The small bit of unpleasantness with Lamar. ]

But I been back since. Real old -- you can tell 'cause of the way it's grown.

[bossily]

We should walk past it on the way back. I'd love to see it.

[The look on his face was met with a raised eyebrow of her own, suggesting that arguing would be done at his own risk. But just as soon as the look came on it left, and Clara just smiled and pat the messenger bag she was wearing. She had come ready to shove as much inside as she could, but there was a book from the library already resting inside.]

I brought something we can try reading together. Except it's in French.

[justbeingknife]

[ Clara was going to maybe realize something about Majima, which was that he could be talked into almost anything the first time arould. Besides, cherry trees were literally the best; even hard af yakuza thought so! ]

It ain't a picture book, is it?

[ They were coming up on the discount store now: an oversized store with garment racks. Mostly women's wear, but there was a men's section in the back. ]

I lose track of what decade everyone's from, but there oughta be somethin' here you can use.

[bossily]

[His first question earned a roll of her eyes, but she didn't answer him right away. She'd just make him wait and wonder. Especially since she could see the store he had mentioned looming in upon them. It made her excited, and she shifted her device to rest in her pocket so she could grab his hand and take off at a run inside.

Her hand dropped his once they were through the doors, and she promptly hurried off to start looking quietly through the racks. She was on the lookout for dresses, primarily, but also grabbed some blouses and skirts too. ]

Have you attempted laundry here yet?

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima almost opened his mouth to say something as she grabbed his hand and ran; two months' of sheer force of habit was the only thing that stopped him.

Maybe this was why Eddie had taken to Clara -- because she acted, instead of hanging back. It was a weird fucking experience for someone who was used to people taking one look at him and skirting off in the opposite direction.

While Clara started looking for dresses, Majima made his way over to pick out a collared shirt or two. Might as well, right? ]

Yeah. Ain't exactly a life of modern convenience out here, though. Traded with some of the locals for what they use.