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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thor | mcu

[sparke]

arriving in style

[ thor is on a spaceship headed to midgard, and then he is not. he wakes to an unknown city, unaware of having fallen asleep or being knocked out and unsure of how he's gotten here.

quezon city, a sign reads. thor recognises the style of the houses and some of the signs as midgardian, but everything is empty, abandoned, crumbling. what happened here? where were the avengers when it happened? he has no time to seek out anyone to ask and perhaps all the time in the world would not have been useful in that endeavour for how little signs of life there are (namely: none).

everything goes dark again and then the world is copper and red and someone is attacking him. the rumble of thunder precedes thor striking at the figure, lightning crackling between his fingers but contained. ] Who are you? [ he demands, and ] We needn't fight.

[ there is no response, only attack after attack and after blocking and evading some hits, thor has enough. lightning crackles again -- and then the figure is dust and disintegrating and thor is left to wonder if it was a hallucination.

no hallucination or vision would make his shoulder hurt where their knife caught him, even if said knife is gone now as well. and so, when thor spots another individual out in the dust, he is wary -- until they, too, are being attacked. ]

Do you need help? [ he shouts over the sound of the storm, loudly. ]

the sight of lightning

[ thor has claimed a room in house 1 for himself and spends some time greeting its inhabitants before venturing out. there is red dust everywhere outside and he doesn't bother to dust himself off, knowing that he would only be covered in it all too quickly while still wandering around.

and then night falls and thor finds that he isn't interested in the four walls of the room he has claimed. he doesn't know what has happened to his people, to the ship, to the rest of midgard. there are some familiar faces, at least, and he finds himself seeking out their companionship -- and companionship in general, glad to stop and speak to anyone who crosses his path.

though speaking is, of course, an euphemism. he doesn't much enjoy pressing small buttons on a small device to communicate, but he finds his desire for companionship far outweighs his desire to smash the device, or the inconvenience of it. he'll need to learn sign language soon. he just needs -- something. he's not quite sure what will soothe the itch under his skin, the need he feels. he searches for it -- amongst those he knows, amongst those he shares a house with, in the city square. anyone he meets will be greeted with a wave. a smile that is a little sheepish, hopeful (and perhaps not entirely happy or carefree), a mouthed "hello".

he is tall, his jumpsuit ripped at the shoulder, one eye missing and nothing to hide the width of his shoulders or his biceps. despite that, there is little intimidating about his posture now. ]

[ ooc: both prompts are open to all -- but if we haven't plotted anything regarding prompt two and you'd like a shippy thing with thor, please hit me up oocly first! one-sided crushes on him or a mutual need for platonic companionship are a+ always tho!! ]

the sight of lightning; platonic plz

[justbeingknife]

[ Speaking of dudes with one eye... Majima tilted his head at the new arrival in greeting, and mouthed back: ]

Hey. You look like you could use a drink.

[ He was dressed in his usual dark suit, the top of his white-collared shirt left open. Not a new arrival, then, or he'd be in a jumpsuit like Thor. And while Thor likely wouldn't pick up on the difference, Majima was frankly feeling pretty great this fine morning. It showed in the more relaxed set of his shoulders, even the way he stood.

Two months since he'd last had a chance for an all-out brawl -- that could take a lot out of anyone in the business. ]

[sparke]

[ the lack of one eye is the first thing thor notices about majima and -- it is superficial, yes, but it prompts a certain feeling of camaraderie. they have this in common, at least. not much else, perhaps, but this. thor doesn't ask how majima lost his eye because he would hate to have to tell everyone he meets about the loss of his own. it takes him a moment of frowning at majima, too, before he figures out what majima had been mouthing there.

then he breaks into a grin. ]

Yes! [ the exclamation mark is very much implied by the way his eye lights up. really, his entire face does. ]

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima met Thor's reaction with a grin of his own; as he turned, he made a casual gesture over his shoulder indicating for his new acquaintance to accompany him. The bar wasn't far from the shared housing, though it was only after Thor followed him through the door that he'd speak up. ]

This place's soundproofed, in case ya aren't a fan of texting.

[ He moved smoothly behind the bar and opened up a cabinet to get at the glasses inside. ]

Some night, huh? You guys're a little early this round.

[sparke]

[ majima mentions that the bar is soundproof and thor lets out a sigh of relief. it's a big sigh. loud, too. he doesn't hold any of it back. he's been trying to hold back far too much. ]

The devices are too small. [ he explains after a moment, though that's really the least of his worries. he settles on a stool at the bar, setting his arms atop it and watching as majima gets glasses out. ]

What do you mean, early?

lighting-ish

[vocable]

[ the new arrivals come sooner than expected, with a flurry of drama and clouds of red dust, but as soon as trish catches wind of the news, she parks her ass in the breakfast nook of house one — a particularly nice part of the house, spruced up by trish's own efforts, thanks. she only spends half her time there (with the other half spent in jessica's safer, if messier, off-the-books flat), but she'd rather know who's moving in now, especially with kilgrave being released from arrest soon.

so, she sits, thumbing through a few texts picked up from the library and making use of her fluency in french to help (hopefully). a new-ish arrival herself, she wears a warm red jumpsuit. when she spots thor approaching (taking stock of the house, looking for a room, or whatever he's doing), she stares a little too long, trying to place the familiarity of his features. ]

[sparke]

[ there's a beautiful woman sitting in the breakfast nook of the house thor has chosen to be his own. there's a beautiful woman sitting there and staring at him. thor isn't entirely unused to people staring at him, though she seems more puzzled than awe-struck. she also hasn't asked him (yet) if she can take a selfie with him.

not a fan then, probably.

he gives a wave, lips curling into a smile. hello. ]

arrival

[ferrokinetic]

[ the surge of lightning through the sky is like a beacon, and lorna fights her way there because of the vain hope in her chest that tells her it could be ororo munroe. maybe this place has something to do with the disappearance of the x-men. two more attackers fly at her, and she screams with frustration. impeded in her goal. she takes one's knife and hurls it into the other's face, then she's struck from behind by someone with a bat. wood bat. didn't feel it coming.

she's knocked to her knees and rolling to rise when the offer of aid comes bellowing through the air. honestly, she doesn't know if it's meant for her or these assholes. her luck, it's reinforcements for thing 1 and thing 2 here. ]

Yeah! [ her voice is thin, coughing as she dodges another blow, then reaches out with her powers to twist her other assailant's metal pipe. unfortunately, the concentration it takes to use her powers leaves her own to babe ruth, who takes another swing at her knees, this time. she'll fall again, cursing. ] I've got one!

[ if he'll take the other. ]

[sparke]

[ thor is not orore munroe and he knows nothing at all about the disappearance of the x-men, but he'd quite like to know something about the disappearance of his people -- though maybe, he's the one who's disappeared. he hopes that isn't the case. he may have wished for someone else who could have taken the throne, but there hadn't been anyone else. at least not anyone better. and the truth of it is that thor loves his freedom, yes, but he loves his people more.

but there is no time to linger on that now. there is a fight, and a woman needing his help. ]

I got him! [ the other one, he means. with that shout, thor joins the fray, fists swinging. he doesn't immediately go for another bolt of thunder, but there's a crackle of electricity sparking along his shoulders, between his fingers, turning his eye silver-blue. ]

[ferrokinetic]

[ the electromagnetic frequency in the air shifts and hums with new life when he joins her, and for a second, in the midst of the fight, all lorna can do is stare. ]

What are you?

[ said with wonder, some delight, but also simultaneous to her throwing a man fully over her head without touching him. she reaches out tentatively with her powers, green kinetic energy threading to spark off the lighting rippling over her helper's form. with that combo she zaps the flying enemy. ]

[sparke]

I am Thor.

[ the answer is quick and easy and there's a grin spreading across his features because a lot of things are terrible right now, but this is something he knows: fighting, winning. it's something he's always revelled in, something he can still find joy in now. less, admittedly, but still. ]

God of Thunder.

[ but she siphons some of the lightning dancing over his skin and his grin widens at the same time as his eyebrows raise. that's their enemies taken care of, then: he delivers one last punch and both are down for the count. ] And what are you?

throws down while I have a minute

[flyguy]

[So the thing about pets: they eat. A lot. This is just one more reason why Tony prefers robots. Anyway he's here, it's the day after the storm, the fountain is absolutely covered in dust. And for all he can build super suits in his sleep...

He's kind of working on a budget so it's him quietly, oh so quietly, sweeping dust into a boot. Because boots are quiet. There are so many things wrong with the resource scarcity in this place don't even question. Not that it probably helps as he works he occasionally pinches and prods at the air because F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s running some builds for him only he can see.

The jumpsuit and glasses look is really not his thing by the way. At least he has slippers for extra stealth points.]

[sparke]

[ thor looks up when he sees movement by the edge of the fountain -- and then he stands and steps closer, arms spread out and trying very hard not to boom out something loud and joyful. he'd been looking forward to seeing his fellow avengers again. these circumstances are not what he'd imagined at all, but that doesn't mean he can't be glad to see tony. ]

Hello! [ he mouths, grin wide. ]

Jfc I didn’t see you had a Thor at the town square prompt I’M DUMB sry smh

[flyguy]

[At first Tony is confused who’s standing in front of him so damn happily. A crazy person. Wouldn’t be the first. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is less put off and helpfully marks the man with POINT BREAK on his glasses display. It takes some squinting before Tony’s sold. Pulling out his device he taps rapid fire on it because who knows if Thor knows how to use one. When he’s done he holds it up for Thor to see.]

I need a lot of explanations and standing out where death prowls doesn’t seem the smartest. Not to sound cliché, but: come back to my place?

nah it's all good

[sparke]

[ thor is not a crazy person! but his hair is shorter and one of his eyes is missing and he can kind of understand why tony would want an explanation.

and it's just good to see one of his fellow avengers again. he doesn't bother typing out a response, he just nods, quick and decisive. of course. ]

lightning.

[swig]

[ it's hard not to spot him amidst their bleak surroundings even from a distance -- thor has always leaned toward the taller end of the spectrum and fills in the rest with his solid width, barely contained in his jumpsuit. her own armor has been traded in for a navy blue one, bare feet silent above the sand as she approaches him.

there's a bit of unease in her expression even when she returns his wave with a nod, something caught between relief and hesitation. as much as she's glad to see a familiar face, this is the second time asgard has lost her king, and she wonders how her people will fare bound on a speeding ship with loki at its helm.

but there isn't much they can do about it now, and she takes a moment to settle in place next to him, close enough for their arms to brush. she's still winding down from the excitement earlier, a dull ache in her shoulders that has yet to fade entirely, made all the more noticeable from the lack of alcohol in her system. ]

[sparke]

[ thor wonders if it is them who have disappeared from the ship, or whether it is their people that have disappeared, or both. if something transported the two fo them here, why only the two of them? there is much that he doesn't understand. this is definitely not how he imagined his first days as king would go.

the fight had been a nice distraction from those bleak thoughts, but the fight is a day past now and they are still here -- with some answer, yes, but no way home.

her arm brushing against his is a welcome comfort. he shifts his weight, tipping it toward her. not enough to rest any of it against her, but enough that the brush becomes a steady point of contact. ]

[swig]

[ too many questions but not enough answers, and if she wanted any she'd have to hunt them down herself. she'd managed to carve a pathetic life out for herself back on sakaar and she figures she'll just have to do the same here; there's more things to live for here, she supposes. more things to fight for. and at the end of the day, this is what she was born and bred to do, isn't it?

he shifts and she leans into him in return. he's a warm and solid line against her side and though she wouldn't so readily admit it, it's nice. it helps ground her somewhat, a point of reference in a strange place with equally strange people.

after a while, she takes out her device to tap out a message, ]

un: warsong
what house are you in?

[sparke]

[ there are plenty of things for them to fight and to fight for and once upon a time, that would have been more than enough for thor. once upon a time, he would have revelled in the fight and not cared for the rest -- but now he has a responsibility to his, to their people.

he is their king, and he isn't where they are. ]

the first

[ his response is a little slow. these devices are pretty small, all right? and he's trying not to move his arm at all because he doesn't want to dislodge her. doesn't want to lose that point of contact. ]

Lightning

[list_maker]

[Look. Arya's prides herself on not being a typical lady or someone who pays much mind to attractive men. But she's still a teenager and she sometimes can't help how her reactions betray her. There also seems to be something pushing her more emotional side forward this evening. So when she sees a tall, muscular man approaching her she can't help but feel her face heat. Oh, seven hells, is she blushing? What is happening right now!?

She manages a small wave back, not sure what to do after that other than stare at his arms.]

[sparke]

[ she isn’t the first teenager to ever stare at him. she isn’t the first teenager to be impressed by his arms, even. thor catches the way her gaze drops to his biceps and his expression shifts into something between sheepish and indulgent.

after a moment, when it becomes clear no further reaction is forthcoming, he gets out the device. ]

hello. i am thor
have you been here long

[list_maker]

[Oh no. Now he's talking to her. Her face is turning scarlet and she's so infinitely grateful that Sansa's not around to witness this or she'd never live it down. Arya Stark did not have crushes! Except now that's he's closer she's studying his face more and is finally able to tear her gaze from his arms. He's so handsome, how is it even possible to be that handsome?

She fumbles for her device to type out, slowly and with a few stops and starts.] Arya Stark. Ive been here two months.

[Then she adds a moment later.] You? [Real smooth, Arya.]

[paragon]

[ Unsurprisingly, it took some time for the natives to track down all those who were dropped into the middle of the dust and rain storm. Despite the circumstances and lack of good answers, Steve had only been too glad to hand over his wet, filthy clothes, even if the dark blue jumpsuit he'd been given in exchange wasn't exactly to his taste. He's had to wear worse. It'd only been touch and go when they had wanted to take his compass, too, but Steve had been able to show that it opened soundlessly, well cared for despite its old hinges.

It means that getting settled into the houses has been staggered, and then Steve was busy figuring out how to get himself clean without making a sound — so he knows Thor's around, but hasn't seen hide nor hair of him until evening falls. So the sudden desire to seek him out and maybe spend some time with the guy doesn't strike Steve as that out of place.

Turns out they're on opposite sides of the house, though Steve doesn't get all the way there — which is convenient, because he's not sure how to make his presence known without knocking or respecting someone's privacy. But Thor is on his way out or in, it seems, Steve finding him in the hallway. He smiles at Thor's mouthed greeting, even as his brow furrows, making it a more concerned expression. He points to his own right eye as though to indicate Thor's patch.

It shouldn't be hard to understand the question, so Steve doesn't bother with the device just yet. ]

[sparke]

[ it is good to see steve. it has been a long time since they've last seen each other — thor assumes for both of them. it has been a long time and so much has happened. the furrow between steve's brows and the question in his gesture toward his own right eye are reminder enough that some of what has happened has left visible marks on thor.

he draws his shoulders up for a moment, lips thinning before he manages to smile. ]

my sister
hela, the goddess of death

[ answers first, typed out a little slowly because these devices are hopelessly small and outdated ]

it is good to see you again

[paragon]

[ Steve's own face is bruised from his last fight before this place (he can't quite bring himself to call it Reims in his head), but they're less permanent. It makes him think about what he'd said to Natasha once — he still has his own ideas of what does and doesn't make a god, and that Thor is able to lose something like an eye doesn't make him inclined to change his mind. But that he can fight, and lose, that's something Steve can understand, and a man can be called a friend where a god can't. ]

It's been too long. You were missed.

[ Normally he'd clap Thor on the shoulder, but that would make noise, so he lifts it and lets his hand fall gently there for a few moments instead. ]