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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.
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nerd
[He realizes his hand is still lingering on the boy's shoulder, and slowly withdraws it. The shocked recognition doesn't escape his notice, either, the way that he's being looked at as though he's known... A fan of his from home?
... no... it's not that...
When he hears the second set of footsteps, he looks over, and immediately, his expression changes. Last time, he'd been a lot more hesitant; things had been so uncertain after all their fights. But though an uncertain tension still lingered between the two, they're still on objectively better terms than they were before. And it reflects on his face;
his eyes practically light up at the sight of Akira, a smile spreading on his face.
Is everything okay?
Confusion briefly flashes over his face, and he looks back to the other boy. Indeed, he does seem somehow... uneasy? He questions gently:]
Are you troubled by what's affecting us? Last time, it went away after we slept.
[He smiles again, steps closer and to Kurama's side, turning as he casually wraps one arm around his shoulders.]
It's only temporary, so don't worry too much.
pot, kettle, black?
[It's far too easy to slide into sharing information, far too familiar. It only makes it harder to swallow back the disappointment when Go-Akechi's hand slips away. He doesn't want them to stop touching, he wants more, to curl close and warm, home away from home...
But that's the influence mixing with dangerous nostalgia because this is not the Goro Akechi he knows.
Even though that smile, the way his eyes light as he looks away from Kurama, is so, so familiar and he can already guess who he'll see when he glances over. His own expression softens a little against his will, his own feelings and the craving both happier to be in their presences even though something whines that it's not enough.
Is everything okay?
The answer to that is complicated at best, the sort of laughter that causes concerned looks at worst. Kurama ruthlessly, viciously tears at the warm eagerness for touch and closeness and connection.]
I can't say I appreciate having my mind influenced without my consent. But my issue is more complicated than that, and a long story.
[And he really wasn't expecting Akechi to touch him again, even under the same effect, not when Kurusu is right there and he doesn't even know Kurama. He can't quite stop himself relaxing into it for a second, the warmth spreading, not entirely content but so much better than not touching either of them. He forgets to breathe entirely.]
Being unworried is not my best skill.
you say "nerd" like it's a bad thing
Akira's breath briefly catches, and his own expression softens. For a moment, he completely forgets about everything else. Every part of him, in that moment, wants to find a way to have Akechi giving more of those smiles. To light up in that same way. To just be... happy...
It's after he appears to finally remember to breathe, he looks down at the screen of his phone. He blinks a couple of times, since he somehow managed to forget, for a moment, what these messages are in response to. Heh... his gaze lifts back to the pair, and he actually tenses for a fraction of a second at seeing Akechi's arm sliding around the redhead's shoulders. The way said redhead looks afterwards. But... it's not as though they're something... significant...
He's looking away now.
If Akechi's comfortable enough with this guy, already, then... good for him. He seems happy, and that's all that matters, right? What... the hell is going on. Pardon him as he stares at some random spot off to the side, because he's having to fight one seriously intense swell of desires and urges. And, for a moment, he trusts himself even less than he had when he tried that "hooch" or that red drink...
... and some people have reacted strangely to the red dust...
...
That's... probably a coincidence (because so many things have proven to be coincidences, around here)... ]
I'm sure it is a long story, all things considered...
[ The look he gives the redhead is... softer than he intends for it to be. But it might be clear he's silently demanding something at least remotely resembling a proper explanation, later. But... back to Akechi. His mouth opens for a moment, and then his hands move seemingly on their own for just a moment... ]
And... last time we went through this... I never got to tell you--...
[ There's practically the sound of a record scratching in his head. ]
Do... either of you want some coffee?
you're a nerd too teena
Something in his gaze falters at that for a couple of seconds, before his attention is redirected to what the newcomer is saying.]
I know what you mean. But there are far worse things to worry about here than this, believe me.
[... was that comforting? Probably not.
When Akira is speaking, he looks at him, watches his hand signals falter... and then he's suddenly asking about coffee.
He stares at him for a moment, mind suddenly latching onto those few words like they were a lifeline. But maybe they're— things he would rather not say in the company of a stranger...? Right?]
The answer to that is always yes.
[...he'd pester him about it later. For now? He's putting his device away and walking over, leading Kurama with him, so he can swing his other arm around Akira's shoulders, and he gives him a little squeeze, as well. Don't think he missed how put off you looked! (As for why, he's... not thinking very hard about that, at the moment.)
With both the other males in tow, he starts leading them to their house.]
I haven't denied that.
I'm aware but I'm more possessive of my mind than my life.
[He's not pouting. Honest. And if he is pouting a little bit, it's definitely the dust.
.....and he's far more curious than he has a right to be about what Kurusu might not have told Akechi 'last time'. But he's very aware that he has no right to be, so he'll settle for being amused by the coffee question.
Because he's already aware that the answer to 'Does Goro Akechi want coffee?' is always 'Yes'.]
It's been a long enough couple of days that I could use some, actually.
[He shouldn't be letting Akechi lead him around so easily. He knows he shouldn't. Kurama is a stranger to them. But even if he isn't touching Kurusu, having him closer, being there with both of them, eases that horrible restless ache that had driven him outside to begin with. The want for more is still there under the soothing warmth but it's far more bearable.]
being an rper comes with a default nerd label
But... he looks down, one hand lifting to brush against the older teen's hand...
Then, he's moving and sliding the phone into his pocket for now. He doesn't remove it from his pocket until they're safely inside the house. There's considerable hesitance to move away from Akechi, but he's heading over to the counter to start the process of making coffee.
He hasn't asked Noël for help with soundproofing this place, just yet, since that guy already helped make the healing clinic safer. ]
Actually... are you even a fan of coffee?
[ He's looking to the redhead as that message is sent to their phones. ]
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The touch to his hand reassures him that he hadn't, and he relaxes, leading them the rest of the way.
He allows his hand to drop away, but immediately finds himself missing Akira's presence... he supposes he should let go of this guy, too? But they both seem so comfortable...
With his free hand, he pulls out his device.]
By the way, have the two of you already met?
[What Akira signed earlier— "I'm sure it is a long story, all things considered"— seemed to imply that he was somehow already in the know.]
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This isn't his Goro and he shouldn't want to be close to him so badly.
But he can't bring himself to pull away from that arm around his shoulders.]
Generally speaking, I prefer tea. But this is definitely a coffee day.
[By which he means, he tired himself out yesterday before spending the night either awake or having nightmares, and he desperately needs a caffeine jolt.]
He was the first person I encountered when I arrived in the storm yesterday.
[It's subtle, but there is something almost delicate to the way Kurama's fingers spell that sentence out. Like someone who is choosing their words like picking through a minefield.]
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[ He's immediately getting started on enough coffee for the three of them. With his phone on the counter, he's able to read and work at the same time. It's not too long after he's got things set up, he pauses to sign, phone back in hand: ]
In retrospect, it seems like he was just humoring me.
[ He's looking. Right dead at the new guy as he signs that, but he does look to Akechi immediately afterwards. ]
He really rose above in the fight, and seemed to summon up quite a bit of battle finesse. It was impressive.
[ Riiiiiight back to the redhead, and there's a perfectly straight face as he finishes things off with: ]
But... it was almost like he knew me, so there was a bit of whiplash during our encounter.
[ Back to the coffee since this stuff doesn't brew itself. ]
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He then looks to Akira, who is... using his words in such a way and has a look to his eyes that Akechi is well familiar with. He's getting the distinct feeling that he's punning, though he has no context. Still... he shakes his head lightly in exasperation, before his eyes draw to Kurama again.
He noticed that, too. Even under these effects, he was still keen enough to pick up on that moment of recognition in the man's eyes. How curious. Akechi is quite sure he's never seen him before in his life...
In either case... he gives him a gentle tug.]
Why don't we go sit down while we wait for the coffee to be made?
[A moment for this troubled young man to rest. He looked like he needed it.]
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I wouldn't say I was humoring you at all. Even if I could have finished the fight on my own, I was still in a thorny predicament.
[He goes along with Akechi's soft tug willingly enough. Sitting down doesn't actually sound bad... He's very tired. Besides, he knows a segue when he reads one and he knows better than to think either teen will just let go of the mystery he presents. Kurama would definitely rather be sitting down for that.]
And...you don't need to soften it with that 'almost'. I'm aware of how painfully blatant I was during that fight. I'm not sure how believable you may find my explanation, however.
feel free to skip me for a couple of rounds <3
For the time being, he's focusing on the coffee. He'll be back in the conversation after it's ready. ]
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But why is his mind tugging at him, feeling a need for... Akira, as well...]
I suppose questions are better suited for when we're all seated. For now, we should start off simple.
Akechi Goro.
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He's just grateful that he manages to cut off the impulse to rest his head on the teenager's shoulder.]
Probably, yes.
Kurama. Or Minamino Shuuichi, if you prefer the formality a last name offers.
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[Normally he would prefer a last-name basis, but as he's feeling rather warm and affectionate right now? He likes the familiarity of a first name. It almost feels like they're friends already...
Ah... but he probably won't see much of him again after the effects are gone, right? He'd seen a few others, the first time, but... that affection that had used to be there that wasn't without those effects felt something like a hole.
It flickers in his eyes, his mask not quite so refined while like this, but he does his best to push past it.]
Feel free to rest here as long as you need to. Akira won't mind. There's also an android here by the name of 9-S, but I highly doubt he would mind either.
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[Oh, this is dangerous. He shouldn't have asked that. Allowing himself to call Akechi by his first name, even with a suffix, isn't just edging into risky territory, it's waltzing recklessly straight past the barbed wire and signs proclaiming 'No Man's Land' to take an afternoon stroll.
Of course, that's kind of what being a Phantom Thief is all about.
Which might be the reason that, when he sees the darker flicker in Akechi's expression, instead of pretending he didn't notice anything, Kurama reaches into his hair and pulls out a perfectly blooming yellow rose. He taps the soft petals against Akechi's nose before offering it to him.]
That's a very kind offer.
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[His eyebrows lift at the flower that's produced from no where, and feeling it touched to his nose makes him wrinkle it a little. He smiles, reaching up and taking it delicately.]
You really "rose above", did you?
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He'll pull all of these warm, content feelings under control in a minute. He's just...tired and it's so much easier to let it go for a moment.]
One could say that I blossom under adverse conditions.
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[...nevermind the fact that he is being equally as, if not far more ridiculous without the use of puns. He also considers the rose in his hand. Should he fetch a glass with water for it...?]
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[His expression is teasing, but hearing a playful chide instead of shameless punning right back at least reminds him of his situation enough to refrain from actual flirting.
Because there are a lot of flirtatious jokes that can be made about 'restraining orders'.
He also notices the look at the rose. That one's familiar.]
It doesn't need anything until I cut it loose from my ki.
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After all three cups are done, he carries two over to the sitting area. ]
Here you go... Kurama.
[ Naturally, each letter is individually spelled out; the device manages to pick up on it, at least. ]
And here's yours, Akechi.
[ Yep, the usual sipping sign, but-- ]
Or should I say, Goro-kun?
[ Hiiint of a teasing grin, edging close to one Joker would wear. But he's walking away to get his own cup, and then returning and speaking to Kurama, first. ]
I hope it's all right, by the way. It's similar to what I made at Leblanc, but not a match, since describing coffee only gets you so far with Santa.
[ No, the device didn't translate that wrong, but listen... there are robots, androids, a magical flying carpet. Also, he's just going to assume Kurama knows what the hell he's talking about, given he clearly knows some other version of himself well.
Also, he's moving over to sit down - not next to him, but in Akechi's lap. Instead of bothering to explain a damn thing, he's sliding both legs into Kurama's lap while casually sipping his coffee. ]
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But a word gives him pause. "Detective". Something he hasn't mentioned to any person since he arrived, and he couldn't come up for a good reason as to why Akira would bring it up.
It's then that Akira comes over and he looks up, then delicately sets the flower on the nearby table, then reaches up to take the coffee from Akira. At the change in name, he gives a blink, and... his cheeks might be heating up, ever so slightly?
He tries to hide it behind a sip of coffee, when...
Akira just takes a seat in his lap, and oh... that makes the blush intensify a bit.]
Aren't we comfortable?
[His feelings are somewhere between confused, embarrassed, amused and... somehow delighted. Well, if this is the way things are going to be? Akechi is going to set down his device in favor of bringing his hand up and running it through those messy curls.]
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But he sets that aside for now, and sips his coffee gratefully before picking his device back up in his free hand.
...he also wonders a bit if that is literally Santa or someone using the title or just a joke about someone who likes to give gifts. But he'll set that aside for now, too.]
I'm not completely spoiled to Leblanc's house blend yet. This is fine, thank you.
[Akira sitting on Goro's lap is adorable but Kurama only has a second to appreciate it properly. Because then he has legs on his lap? And settled against Goro's side with Akira's legs stretched across his, that last nagging discontent dies with a happy whimper.
Doomed. He's utterly fucking doomed, because this feels perfect.]
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It's not until after he sets his cup down, that he responds. ]
Maybe you can test my tea skills, later.
[ But, then he's looking to the detective... just in time to feel that hand moving through his hair. His expression softens, cheeks darkening. Whatever he was going to say? That's briefly out of the picture...
For just a split second he's leaning closer. He catches himself, and lifts his hands just a little... clumsily. ]
That feels really nice...
[ He glances to the side, swallows hard, holds a blink... then just lets his head rest on the older teen's shoulder. He can still see Kurama - in fact, he's signing to him, device still in hand, with the hint of a... knowing look in his eyes. ]
By the way, Kurama... Nice choice on the rose. That's actually the kind of rose I would have recommended for telling someone who's cherished to "be happy."
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Akira leaning forward...
For a moment, the hand stalls. His breath is caught in his throat. And then Akira signs instead, and he... deflates, a little?
Oh, but Akira leaning his head on Akechi's shoulder does do things to his heart, and he resumes petting, and... his head turns, lips briefly brushing against his temple, an echo of what Akira did about a month and a half ago. With how his eyes have briefly fluttered closed, he misses the first part of what Akira signs, but catches the second part of it.
... cherished...?
It has his eyes widening slightly and glancing up to Kurama in question. But... they just met.
... or did they? He did call him "detective" early, but... maybe he just heard that from Akira...?]
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I-... I now pronounce this thread revived!!!
HELLA
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