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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in 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
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Merlan Margaret O'Keefe | Original /Supernatural
🔼 The storm makes her senses itch and if she hadn't been up already in her usual sleeplessness, she might have been woken. Merlan can feel it changing, the weather, but it's a confusing, blurring sort of thing that scrapes against her mind. It makes her want to run, to get out into the fresh air but when she does, it's to that storm on the rise.
The red dust stirring, rising.
She closes her eyes and her brow wrinkles a little. There was noise out there, fists, puffs of dust, the scrape of things where there were normally none, the edges of minds that were unfamiliar. Some of them might touch back, so she's ridiculously gentle as she ghosts by them. It's conflict, though, there's no mistaking it.
Merlan moves before she even thinks about it. Whatever the dust might do this time, it doesn't matter to her. There are people out there that need a hand and she's going to find them.
💠ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ
🔼 Night falls and she wanders, her footsteps silent as she walks, taking in the air that always seems to have a bit of dust in it somehow. It makes her want to curl up somewhere, anywhere but her own apartment or at least alone, there. It's just one of those things that catches her mind now and again, mostly now and probably again. She'd always been a searching, unquiet soul, the kind that stirred restlessly in the evenings and walked with the wolf in its hour. Maybe it was a vessel thing.
She'd made her body a space for two and shared it for a decade, after all. Micah had made her bones his house, nested there like a bird sheltering from some unseen hurricane. It had made her restless, empty like the hollow of a tree in winter. Deeper, though. Way deeper, the kind of thing that puts holes in the souls of the righteous, maybe.
The kind of hole you just keep throwing shit into just to see if you can hear it hit whatever end to there is.
Her nose scrunches and the corners of her mouth turn down in frustration as she walks from here to there, to the hospital, to...elsewhere, anywhere but her apartment door and its own brand of silence. Her hands are bare, devoid of their usual gloves, and she just needs contact, no matter what that might be. Surprise hugs, unabashed affection, and absolutely brilliant smiles were definitely on the menu.
💠ᴛᴇᴀᴍ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ
🔼 The opening doors thing? Yeah. That was getting old as milk left out for a week. So, when she was tasked to keep watch, she did so with more than just her body. She listened, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed and her arms loose against her sides.
It was weird, right?
The door opening crap.
💠 🔼🔽[ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴇᴏ - ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ] Her recent death. Waking up in the Reset Room had been more than disorienting and it had taken her a fair share of days to find her own memories. Merlan had said she'd get back to Leo, to tell him what it had been like, to meet with him. It was still a little hazy but enough of the pieces were there, so, when all the madness had died down, he gets a message on his device.
sn: singsenochian
It reminded me of angels.
Sight of Lightning
The night seems fine for the moment and he ends up spotting someone he hasn't encountered before. Poe doesn't want to intrude or anything but sometimes he didn't mind having company on walks. Since that's all he was basically doing for the moment. He walks towards Merlan giving a small wave at her.
Do you come out to walk often?
no subject
Barring ill weather, yeah, as often as I can.
It's a pleasant surprise to have company on her meandering walk that's become habit in the evenings. Usually, she slips in and out with minimal contact, so it's really a genuine pleasure even if she hadn't been seeking contact with others. Merlan does her best to be as quiet as possible and she's grown accustomed to the soft fabric the natives use for their clothes. Her emerald one with the gold stitching is the same one she'd gotten the first day she arrived and her feet are bare against the damp sandpath. It means she'll have to use her bow of water at home to wash her feet, an increasingly normal ritual these days.
You as well, mate?
no subject
The clothing he's wearing is a dark orange jumpsuit that was sewn together by the native woman he knows. His leather jacket is over it to keep him warm and he's in boots that were modified for sound.
I walk in any weather. Even during the heavy storm I was out and about trying to help others. The rain can be rather soothing when it happens and it's just rain. It's easy to dry off later. Do you not have shoes?
no subject
No shoes for me. I just wear what the natives do. I was out there, too, in that storm. I figure I can always wash up. I've got a bowl at my door spelled to keep the water warm and a cloth in reach.
no subject
No shoes must be safer anyway. Were you? Did you happen to help people too? A bowl spelled to keep water warm. I'm a bit jealous about that. If I want warm water I use the stove to heat it.
arrival (sorry I'm just now getting to this!!!)
She's burning one with her heat vision, twin lasers burrowing into the monster's chest and carving a hole out of the dust. Once the monster falls, Kara turns to take off when she stumbles into - a human. Or, at least, a person. She shouldn't assume species.]
What are you doing out here? You're going to get hurt!