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
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[flyguy]

I'm thinking I can't all these machines I'm building in my apartment. And I'm also thinking you'd like a place to tinker without fear of monster death just as much as I would.

So I guess what I'm saying is want to go halfsies on a proper lab with all the bells and whistles? I'll even throw in dinner.

[That's not how this works, but look he's going to slip that in there anyway. He's Tony Stark, he can do things like that, okay.]

[darksmokerising]

That sounds like a decent proposal. I would absolutely love a lab with all the bells and whistles and the company, really.

Dinner sounds like a fabulous bonus as well.

At least we've agreed alien bird is off the menu.

[flyguy]

It'd probably give me some fatal alien disease anyway. Speaking of our squawking friend: how's it doing? Still cheepng till the sun goes down?

[darksmokerising]

It'd do it out of spite, I'm sure. Ah, the birds, yes. I did manage to find it a friend. Quieted right down.

[flyguy]

Are you telling me all that annoyance was for a friendship aesop?

[darksmokerising]

Yep, sure was, at least in part. Might have just been hungry, yeah?

[flyguy]

These things eat more than I do and only one of us contributes to society. Should I bring over more red dust? Since it's so conveniently everywhere right now.

[darksmokerising]

I'm pretty sure there can't be 'too much', so yeah, sure. I'll take as much as you wanna spend time on pulling in.

[flyguy]

I'm a good Samaritan, but not that much. Give me an half hour.

[And in thirty minutes Tony will be standing outside Merlan's place, a flower pot of sand in hand. And also flowers, look he was over at the garden for the pot anyway.]

I never realized not being able to knock would be inconvenient until I came here. Another one chalked up to questions I never needed answered. At your door.

[darksmokerising]

I'm sure they'll appreciate your efforts.

[By the time his next text comes through she finds herself opening the door to...Stark, a pot, and...flowers. Merlan's eyebrows arch as she lets him in. When the door's closed, she lets out a soft laugh.]

Well, I suppose I'm going to have to get a vase, now.

[She gestures ruefully at the mostly empty space. A table, two chairs, and a rather inventively large hammock (with more than a few pillows and a few blankets that are neatly folded on a shelf) are pretty much it. Well, that, a French Press, a few bags of coffee, two mugs, two spoons, and something to heat water in.]

Sorry for the lack of anything much to sit on. I need to go forage properly at some point.