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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arriving in style pt. 2

[assguardian]

[ he's getting tired of swinging at the things. things, billy bitterly thinks, because surely they can't be human. there's no sign of recognition in the eyes of their attackers, no light in the windows to the soul to indicate there's anyone home. it creeps him out. it drives a lance of fear in billy to think that he's somehow ended up in a universe where mankind is no longer for the world, a place where people have been turned into—

this.

whatever this is.

and he's getting tired. billy's magic is draining him faster than usual, perhaps because of this universe's own magic suppressing his, and it's another cause for concern because what kind of world can suppress the demiurge. definer of worlds?

it's as he's contemplating this that someone comes to his aid in a violent burst of red, coating billy in red dust as he falls back on his hands in surprise. ]

—Oh, crap, [ he exclaims, looking up to his rescuer.

oh he knows that look. he'd only just been to asgardia recently, he knows that look. ]

Valkyrie? You have to b— BEHIND YOU!

[swig]

[ the recognition gets a brief flicker of surprise, but not enough to stop her from tugging on the man's fist hard enough to swing him around. the second assailant's machete surges forward to bury itself in the back of the first one, the blade protruding from his chest as he continues to bleed red dust. she may be distracted, a little slower than she really should be, but she isn't careless, not when there's still people who need help.

she doesn't waste any more time, kicking the first man hard enough to send him and the second one flying back a few feet, and she's trudging over to billy immediately afterwards to offer him a hand up. ]

Come on, we're moving.

[ the fact that he recognizes her means that he'll take direction, that he may be more inclined to follow, because she has no intentions of staying out in the storm longer than she really needs to. ]

[assguardian]

[ billy dumbly reaches for her hand, starstruck. he's fought with asgardians before, certainly, but there's not been an instance where he's been addressed directly. sure, he's fought with thor, but that was more "we're fighting in the same vicinity and the young avengers are helping out" and less "come with me if you want to live" sort of interaction.

billy is just not cut out for these things, okay. not the superheroics part, but the comporting himself somewhat normally around people he looks up to. (this nerd.) ]

Where are we going?

[ not that this isn't exciting on its own, but he's curious, alright? ]

[swig]

[ she pulls him up with ease, setting him on his feet and giving him a cursory glance just to make sure he's not grievously injured or anything. he seems fine at least and she ignores that sparkle in his eyes, the reverence in his voice that she's become all too familiar with now. it's the same with them when they address her, the last remaining citizens of their kingdom, tone hushed and tinged with respect that she doesn't deserve. it makes her skin crawl in a way she's rarely felt before. ]

Away from here. [ she grits her teeth, spitting out some of the coppery taste in her mouth as she blinks dust and rainwater from her eyes. there's shifting, the sound of boots scraping along the ground and she starts walking quickly in the other direction, not keen on sticking around. ] Somewhere not out in the open like this.

[assguardian]

[ she makes sense, more than billy's own mind is making sense right now. he doesn't enjoy killing, even if it's a world-eating parasite like mother; it's an even more complicated situation when one's attackers look human and seem to act like it, if somewhat like the undead. billy's mind calls up all the instances of staying up marathoning television shows about monsters and whatnot, trying to convince himself that as much as his universe is messed up with all the villains and differing kinds of evil, at least zombies aren't the prevailing monster of the day everyday.

this place doesn't seem to be that lucky. the attackers keep coming, nigh innumerable in billy's eyes — so he closes them against the sight. ]

Hold on! [ billy yells to the valkyrie, clutches her hand tightly in both of his as he propels them upwards with magic, and flies over the converging horde. ]