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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NAVIGATION

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this is the road to ruin

[sparke]

[ thor feels a similar sense of unease in his heart, constricting his chest. he has only just taken up the mantle of king, and now he has unwittingly abandoned his people. he doesn't know what has become of them -- or of midgard, for that matter.

what he knows is that he needs-- something. companionship. a way to ease the tightness around his chest. to breathe easier again. he thinks perhaps he's found it when he finds a woman by the fountain, something drawing him to her. ]

some of it still is

[ he types, slower than she'd been because he hates how small these devices are. but when he sends the message, he is looking at her, not at the city around them.

smooth. ]

[monomachy]

[The fountain is beautiful, the stone and marble reminding her vaguely of home. It is a comfort to see it, and even more so to see another person who seems to be enjoying it as well. She watches him as he types, her heart lifting when she sees his message. A smile spreads over her lips, and she feels as if somehow, miraculously, she was meant to meet him here.

The dust has mostly settled, and small motes swirl into the air as she shifts her weight where she sits on the edge of the fountain's basin. Dark eyes look to the message and to him, meeting his gaze. Something makes her heart skip, though she can't explain what it is.]

I can't say I've seen much of it, since I just got here. So I'll take your word for it.

[sparke]

you are n

[ he pressed "send" too soon. this is what happens when you give him a device as small as this. ] new as am I

[ he shows no sign of embarrassment at his mishap with the device. instead, he only meets her gaze again and holds it for as long as she will keep looking at him. he imagines that he sees something like understanding in her eyes. warmth, too. he finds that he wants more of both. more of both and a great many other things, too. ]

[monomachy]

[She's puzzled for a moment at the incomplete text, and when she looks to his hands, she seems to realize for the first time how big they are. And he himself is a broad man, shoulders sturdy and chest strong. She quickly reads the rest of his message before looking up again, feeling her breath hitch strangely when their eyes meet.

Why is this happening to her? She doesn't even know who he is, but something draws her to him. Something from inside herself--a kind of kinship she doesn't quite understand, but is not ready to ignore. Amazons are creatures born to build bridges of understanding, predisposed to following their hearts. Her near-death experience while crossing the Avagi had reminded her of that, after she'd nearly died and had to be saved by Shiro. After she'd kissed Shiro, according to her heart.

Right now, her feelings pull her towards this man, as do her feet. She's suddenly standing, having taken one step towards him without realizing it. She wishes so badly to speak, but instead remembers their direction and uses the communicator.]

I am. My name is Diana.

[sparke]

[ she takes a step toward him and thor becomes sharply aware of the distance between them and of how little distance he wants there to be. he takes a step as well and then reaches out with the hand not holding the device. he thinks to set it above her waist, but he touches her shoulder instead first.

it could be a merely companionable gesture. ]

Thor, son of Odin.

[ his smile says that it's a pleasure to meet her. and it is, despite the circumstances. ]

[monomachy]

[When he reaches for her, Diana's breath catches. It isn't the first time she's felt this way, and it certainly won't be the last. But she doesn't know anything about this man beyond his name. Why is she reacting this way?

His fingers feel hot on her shoulder, and the weight that has been on her heart seems to lighten, just a little.]

Well met, Thor.

[She reaches out, meaning to put her hand on his shoulder as well, but her fingers drift to brush his jaw instead.]

[sparke]

[ it is such a small thing, the catch of breath, but it makes something inside thor's stomach tighten, not unpleasantly so. the sensation heightens when her fingers find his haw and he ducks his head a little. to make it easier for her hand to reach, ostentatiously. not that she is not tall.

if his gaze strays from his device to her lips, well. it isn't simply because he wishes they could speak. want is a familiar thing, but it surprises him now when he should be focused on so many other things, when worry and responsibility are heavy burdens.

looking at her eases them, for a while. her fingers against his jaw do, too. he wonders if his hand on her shoulder does the same for her. slowly, he lets it trail down her arm, toward her hand.

and you, he doesn't type. ]

[monomachy]

[There's no way for her to deny that she's drawn to him for some reason. She doesn't realize that it's a result of simply being in this place--so much had happened on the Avagi station during her journey across it. Something in her heart had broken open when Shiro had pulled her out of that airless room, and called to be filled.

His hand is warm on her arm, and the heat doesn't dissipate as his fingers move to find hers. This feels right. There isn't a word to describe how relieved she is to have this man--Thor, she reminds herself--beside her. Diana blinks, trying to get a hold of herself, and instead finds her hand turning so she can press her palm against his. Somehow she's stepped right up to him, and thinks she can feel the heat coming off him.]

[sparke]

[ she is in his space, close enough that she can feel the heat coming off him and him the heat coming off her. it prompts him to slide his free hand over her hip and toward her back until his arm is around her and drawing her even closer. at the same time, he is dipping his head lower still until he can fit his lips over hers.

he doesn't, at first. he stops, close enough to her lips that she must be able to feel his breath. he stops and he stays there, waiting for a sign from her. he is nearly certain that she wants him -- but before he closes the last of the distance, he needs to be sure. ]

a+ icon tbh

[monomachy]

[Though she still doesn't know how or why this is happening, something in Diana's heart tells her that it's... okay. It's okay to want to be close to someone--someone who isn't Steve. He is gone, and there's nothing she can do to ever change that. Closing herself off from everyone else, everyone they'd fought so hard to save, would be a dishonor upon his memory.

So when Thor pulls her in, she follows, one hand sliding around the back of his neck as the other stays against his. He pauses, but from Diana, there is no hesitation. She closes the distance, presses her lips against his waiting ones. A piece of her seems to return to its proper place, and she relishes the feeling.]

i have many shirtless ones

[sparke]

[ thor doesn't question that this is okay, that it's more than okay. it is, for him. now, with diana closing the last of the distance between them without hesitation, he knows that it is for her, too. that is really all he needs to know. the arm around her waist pulls her in until they are flush against one another and he kisses her, almost chaste for a second before he deepens it, tilting his head a little for a better angle.

it feels like relief, like water in the desert. it feels like stroking a fire, too, letting the flames rise ever higher. ]

bless

[monomachy]

[Once he pulls her in, Diana wastes no time wrapping her arms around his neck and holding herself to him. It feels as if she's been starving until now, and the feeling of him against her is the only thing that can sate her hunger. All she wants is to be close him, to never let this feeling go.

But eventually she must break the kiss, taking a moment to pull back and just look at him, marvel at how much better she feels now--and she truly hopes he feels the same. She's searching for that affirmation in his eyes, even as her fingers slide up into his cropped hair, cradling the back of his head.]

[sparke]

[ the affirmation that he has enjoyed the kiss as much as she has is written all over his features. it’s in the warmth of his gaze, the smile pulling at his lips — and in the way his grip on her has tightened, in the way he is still holding on. he feels warm and pleased but not nearly satisfied and after a long look at her, he leans in again for another kiss, deeper still than the last. ]

[monomachy]

[In his face, she sees a reflection of her own delight, and her grin is smothered by his next kiss. The hand at his head urges him on, her other holding firm at his waist. But this still isn't enough, and she can't continue to bring herself to question why.

They aren't so far from the house she's taken residence in, and in this, Amazonian ideas aren't so different from men's. She moves the hand at his waist to grab his belt, and takes a step backwards, tugging him with her. Reluctantly, she breaks the kiss and jerks her head in the general direction of the house, cocking an eyebrow.]

[sparke]

[ her hand in his belt is an effective means to get him to follow her, but it also brings to mind other things entirely — of her hand undoing said belt, of losing the jumpsuit and everything else, of taking hers off her, too.

he nods, quick enough that his eagerness should be obvious, and he takes another step and then another, staying in her space and moving the two of them closer to the house. it's probably hers. maybe it isn't. so long as there's a room, thor finds he doesn't much care. ]

[monomachy]

[Her thoughts travel along the same path as his, and she doesn't wait to see if anyone else is around before shoving open the door and all but pulling him inside. She pulls him in for another kiss, continuing to walk backwards towards her room. This is more than a physical comfort, somehow; she feels as if a part of her that had inexplicably gone missing has returned just because she's near him. And after what she's been through over the past few days, it's a welcome feeling.]

[sparke]

[ thor has had to face a great many losses recently and being with her doesn't return any of what he's lost to him, but being with her, kissing her and following her as she walks backward, that eases the pain of it. it eases the weight of responsibility, too, lifting it from his shoulders for the time being. he wants to drown in the kiss and he wants to be so much closer to her. without breaking the kiss, he seeks more contact, letting his hands explore the curve of her hip, her waist, her breasts beneath the jumpsuit. ]

i'm so sorry, i don't know what happened to this tag

[monomachy]

[It feels as if her flesh is on fire, and the jumpsuit is too close, too confining. Her back hits the right door, and she reaches behind her in one swift motion for the knob, turning it and all but sending them tumbling to the floor. Now that they're inside, safely soundproofed, she lets herself give a low laugh, joyous and slightly amazed. She can't say, really, how they came to be here, but she can't find it in herself to care. A foot goes out to push the door closed, her hands now busy roaming just as much as his.]

no worries at all

[sparke]

[ she laughs and thor forget that they are not meant to make sound, he forgets to worry about soundproofing or noise or anything else but drinking in that sound, but making her let out a million more — laughter and sounds of another kind entirely. so he nuzzles at her jaw and lets his lips move to her throat, following a kiss there up by a gentle scrape of teeth. ]

[monomachy]

[A sigh, and she tilts her head back and closes her eyes so she can memorize the way his lips feel against her neck. Finally, her hands find the front of his jumpsuit, and she doesn't hesitate with the buttons. One or two of them might end up on the floor instead of staying on the garment, popped off in her haste, but that's a problem for later. For now, all she cares about is feeling as much of his skin as she can, all she wants is to slake this inexplicable thirst and make herself feel complete again.]