quietplacelogs | 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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[He had dropped the knife, which was good. However, despite combat training, Rei was in the end still a relatively small girl. So the first punch he landed had her on the ground, getting up quickly and glaring at the man as Edward's sweep kick sent him to the ground.

She moved to grab for one of his arms, trying to pin the troubled person down when her eyes caught where she'd clocked him. There was a scratch and dust poured out from where it was.]

I do not think he is human...

[Her voice was barely audible in the din of the rain.]

[ With a frustrated noise, Ed punched the man hard even as he began to rise again; this seemed to stagger him for real, and for good reason considering that Ed's right fist was made of metal. ]

Do you know what's going on? Where are we? And who are these guys?

Some. Reims. I do not know.

[Her questions came in rapid fire succession, clipped and succinct for each of those three questions asked. When she saw the reaction to his blow, she put her knee down on the arm that the man had and reached to her side. She pulled out what looked like half of a pair of scissors and slashed at the man's cheek.

Between his feral snarl and lunge, it was an easy strike, and there was no blood. Only dust.]

He is not one of us. The dust does strange things. Kill him or knock him out. Your choice.

What?

[ But the choice was exceedingly easy for Ed, whose singlehanded blow to the side of the man's head quickly rendered him unconscious. Jesus pleasus, lady, he wasn't going to kill this dude, although -- ]

...why the hell is he bleeding dust?

He may not be real. We should get out of here, somewhere safe to talk.

[She got up quickly and grabbed for the dinged club she'd had before pointing back towards her house. If he wanted to go charging after others soon he could, but he would need to know things.]

There are things you need to know. Now.

[ He straightened and made to follow her. Explanations? Yes, please.

But first... Ed clapped his hands together. The earth and stone around the man rose up, solidifying to grasp him in place in an improvised set of restraints. Hopefully, when he woke up, he'd be in a less murderous state of mind. ]

Okay, let's go.

[She paused and watched the effect of his hands clapping together. So, he was one of those with powers. It was something to note. As for the man bound, she did not care about him any longer. In her mind, he was probably not real, and if he was and died? He'd just reset and be replaced.

Or he wouldn't.

She didn't think much deeper on it as she put a finger to her lips, making a shushing sound. Heading to house four, she got back on what was left of the sand path and walked up to the door. Rei took her time there, testing the hinges for oil and making sure it was fresh on each, making sure he saw what she was doing before opening the door and making a b-line towards the kitchen.

She'd made sure the soundproofing in that room was better, more complete.]

We can speak here, in a whisper.

...why do we have to whisper?

[ Ed asked as he followed inside. At least he had the decency to lower his voice. Rei's actions seemed pretty odd -- even paranoid. What was she so worried about, anyway? ]

[What was easily seen as paranoia was closer to her normal behavior. She was always circumspect and quiet, distant in virtually any situation. She wasn't so much worried as she was used to keeping quiet because that was the rules. Once they were in the kitchen, she spoke in a low whisper.]

There are creatures, called sound eaters. They hunt based on sound. The thunderstorm is masking those at the moment.

[Simple as that, and said in a tinny little deadpan.]

When it is calmer, a phone will be given to you. It can be used to send written messages.

[ Okay... monsters, alright, he could deal with that bit of information, plenty of those where Ed came from. There'd be more than enough reason to avoid calling a horde of those on himself. ]

What about the guy who attacked me?

Strange things happen in the red dust. Hallucinations. It may have been a creation of the dust, not a person.

[She was pretty sure that's what it was, though what that meant for them since it seemed like they came out of the dust was admittedly a little disturbing if she thought about it.]

Wait, I breathed in a whole bunch of it since I got here... does that mean I'm going to experience ill effects?

[ Edward clapped a belated hand over his mouth, looking a little dismayed. ]

Do you know if the dust is alive? Or just some kind of medium?

If so, it will fade. Nothing it has done to us lasts, and water helps.

[She didn't look worried in the slightest, and she was covered in the same red dust as he was from the storm outside. Then again, she never really showed much emotion to begin with, so who could say if she was ever worried.]

I do not think so, but it may be tied to life. We are not sure what it is.

[ He scrubbed a hand through his hair, looking dissatisfied. And who wouldn't be, in a situation like this? ]

Do you have any scientists here? Anyone who might know more about where it's from, or what it's made of?

Several. I am not a scientist, though I have a certain amount of background in the subject. I believe there is one researching the dust...

[She frowned and went back to her phone for a second, to find her past communications before nodding. She remembered his name most days, because it was basically a title.]

Mr Stark.

Stark. Okay. Thanks.

[ Ed looked up at her. ]

You said you had some kind of background?

Physics, chemistry and biology are common topics in our school, and my work involves at least a little familiarity with genetics and physics beyond that. I doubt Ikari-kun knows as much, though the other pilot probably knows more. [Asuka did have a collegiate degree at 14, after all. She wasn't stupid, just foolish.]

Genetics?

[ The other subjects he recognized, but.... ]

So they have a comprehensive education system where you're from. Our teacher did her best, but we learned the most from self-study.

The study of the building blocks of life, and the code that determines the traits an animal will have. [...] It would be difficult to explain tonight. We can speak of it later.

Compulsory and comprehensive, yes. Everyone must go to school up to a certain point, though I also had private training, as did the other pilot.

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