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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] 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.

OOC
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION



limped: (TO SAVE US)

late w starbucks hope this works???

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-27 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Newt has begun collecting things, he doesn't want to make this place home, he's certain they're in another one of WCKD's tricks. Everything he's collected has been in attempt to prepare himself for whatever way of escape Thomas has planned. A soundproofed backpack is currently what he's been haggling for, but he'd already managed to acquire a belt, duct tape and (stolen) leather from a car seat to make a sheath for the knife he'd stolen from food prep, and a less intimidating item required to survive the scorch (in his opinion) - a scarf. The white fabric that he kept constantly dangling over his shoulders, in case of another dust storm that wanted to steal the colour from his vision, doesn't exactly match the rust coloured jumpsuit he's wearing, but it doesn't exactly not match either (especially now with how the dust has begun to stain it coppery).

His trek out into the dust storm began out of worry for his friends. Part of him worries it's some sort of ruse to snatch his friends away. The scarf is wrapped snugly around his face, blocking his nose and mouth from the dust, leaving him to squint into the dust.

What he sees, is alarming to say the least, he can make out two figures, and the second one brandishing a knife that looks like it's about to go into the other's back. He doesn't have much time to think about whether he's helping the good guy or the bad guy before he's sprinting forward, his uneven gait silenced enough by the sand and the current storm. His shoulder slams into the attacker before they can drive the knife into Klaus. The action takes Newt and the armed man to the ground and it's not until he's struggling with the guy on the ground that he realises the knife isn't a knife but a whittled down piece of wood, made into a stake -- a much smaller version of the spears from the Glade.

Don't mind him Klaus, struggling wildly with the hand that has a stake in it. Despite how lanky he is, Newt is quite strong and that shows in the way he gets the stake turned around on the attacker and slams his body weight into an attack that leaves the point of it embedded in the man's shoulder. It's an attack that isn't quite meant to kill. When Newt sees the red dust leaking out of the guy, he pushes himself off of him, stumbling back to his feet.
]
poppycock: (#10801149)

IT'S PERFECT AND BADASS

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-03-28 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't hear it.

above the howling wind, he hears no steps, scents no presence, nor senses any intent; it's only when the unavoidable thud of body against body sounds that klaus realizes what danger he was in; is in. only when he whips around, eyes wide as he watches the struggle, does he see. his gaze is stricken, held by the flash of wood, carved to a point —

this was for him.

someone knows who he is, what he is —

fear and rage grip his insides. fear, because he is no closer to wrapping his head around the explanation to any of this. rage, because someone would dare.

he watches as the boy — just a lad, gangly and fierce and obviously capable enough — sinks the wood with a viciousness in the attacker's shoulder. klaus slides back a step in like shock as red dust like the kind whipping around their heads tumbles out.
) Bloody hell, ( is his quiet oath. he glances at the boy's startled face for just a split second before striking forward as quick as the storm; he grabs the embedded stake and pulls it out before stabbing it someplace less forgiving.

the stomach. something slow and painful.

there's little reason to hesitate or give quarter, after all.

the attackers bellows, red dust billowing from his mouth, and klaus takes the stake for himself as the offender whimpers and rolls over. satisfied with the damage for now, klaus turns towards the boy.
) You, ( he greets unceremoniously, and lifts his hand to point the stake towards him. ) Who are you?
Edited 2018-03-28 02:00 (UTC)
limped: (this one's not your fault)

newt is a badass!!! c:

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-28 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Klaus moves so fast, Newt's eyes can't keep up, and he attributes it to the dust that's making them sting.

Either the dust is making his vision weird again, or he's just not seeing clearly anymore.

Something itches at the back of his brain, bloody hell, but he's got a little more on his mind at the moment. He stares at the injured... dust monster? Maybe he'd saved the bad guy... if Klaus' ruthlessness is anything to go by. Or maybe Klaus has dealt with these dust monsters before?

His brow furrows as he looks from the injured 'man' to the now armed man. Then the stake is being pointed at him, and his hands rest at his sides, instead of reach for the knife resting by his shoulder blades. Even after the disturbing show of violence, Newt feels far less threatened that he probably should, or maybe he feels a bit more comfortable with a weapon of his own. He's dealt with scared greenies before, and this guy has that look about him - the same one the Builders had all had when they were afraid but were trying to posture, maybe a bit too much.

He can't help the way his eyebrows lift up his forehead.
] Newt. The guy who just kept ya from gettin' stabbed in the bugging back by that - [ A nod of his head towards the other guy. ] shuckhead. [ He's not pulling his scarf down, sorry Klaus. He has no interest in choking on dust for pleasantries. ] Who're you?
poppycock: (#11308083)

THE CUTEST LITTLE BADASS AROUND

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-03-29 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
( not everyone can have utilitarian scarves that have clearly seen better days, but now that he's giving this boy more than a cursory acknowledgement of existence, he notes it. he notes that the boy has either been intrepid or prepared with his headwear. he notes that his language is quite odd, but easily understandable. he notes the ease and comfort of his assumed authority. he notes that instead of flinching back or tensing from the threat of violence, he's still.

wary, but still.

klaus is quite certain the relaxed set of his thin shoulders is purposefully deceiving. he spares a moment for the thought: what place is he in, where someone little more than a child would have such spine in their backs?

because he is a child. (there is an weight on his chest. fear and concern, though not for himself.)

klaus' eyes narrow. he stalks forward one, two slow steps, the stake still raised.
) Klaus. ( he stops, a good few feet away. he lets his arm fall to his side.

there's little reason (little want) to hurt or kill the boy. plenty more to speak to him.
) What is this place?
limped: (with time to kill and thinking back)

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Newt watches him, his own eyes squinting in an attempt to keep as much dust out of them as possible. When Klaus continues to advance on him, Newt can't help but wonder if he's misread this guy. His left hand finally travels up to the belt that crossed over his chest, fingers wrapping around the leather. His right hand stays resting by his side, ready to reach up and snatch the knife from over his shoulder if anything begins looking more hostile.

Then Klaus lowers the weapon much to Newt's hidden relief, and Newt's dark gaze dances over him, looking for injuries. They don't know each other, he gets why he'd want to make the threat of a stabbing known if Newt tried anything funny.
]

Good to meet ya, Klaus. [ His right hand stretches out between them, to shake.

Klaus' next words have Newt feeling a deep sense of deja vu. Except the words have a familiar accent wrapped around them... An accent that Newt's suddenly registering. His head tilts to the side.
] Dunno quite yet, myself. [ There's a chance Klaus is WCKD, and he doesn't exactly want to say "I'm pretty sure it's another experiment." ] Been trying to find that out myself.

C'mon, lets get inside before the dust gets worse or another one of those - [ He looks down, seeing nothing but that reddish dust left behind where the man had been. ] things show up. [ Newt steps past Klaus, heading for the building he'd seen. It'd do for now. ] Where are you from? [ Newt knows he's English himself, he doesn't exactly know why he knows that, as far as he can remember he's never been, never learned about the place. But still he has knowledge of it, much like he has knowledge of hamburgers, whales, and television. ]
poppycock: (#11253496)

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-03-30 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
( a truce, then. an understanding, reached.

klaus takes newt's hand, his movement to accept unrushed, his grip firm but no firmer than necessary. the hand is warm; his heartbeat steady. human, he guesses. still, his eyes keep the young lad's. and though they are focused, they are less piercing without the promised threat; he is curious, despite his readied concern of everything and everyone here.

he doubts very much this boy would be able to hurt him, but something wants to. that something seems to have brought them both here.

klaus glances at the pile of dust as newt does; so this was a new iteration of foe. he lets the boy pass after his suggestion and deigns to turn and follow; and why not? seems they are incidental allies, he's clearly the one with less knowledge about this predicament, and he couldn't agree more.
) Not here, ( he answers, only somewhat blithely. ) Last I was home, ( he pauses, infinitesimally, because the idea of home is fraught; he hasn't had a true home since marcel saw to it that years of his life were stolen, his family scattered, ) it was in New Orleans.

( his eyes find the back of newt's head. ) And you?
limped: (AND ALL THE TREES MELT AWAY)

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-30 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ New Orleans? That was in the States, right? Newt might ponder on it, but Klaus asks the same question, and Newt feels a loss for words. His tongue suddenly heavy in his mouth.

He doesn't remember.

It's frustrating.

He doesn't remember and he doubts he ever will.

It's beyond frustrating.


He doesn't remember where he's from, where home is supposed to be. Sure, the Glade had been where he'd had to live for almost four years.

It never felt like home, only the people.
] Dunno. [ It's an honest answer, because he doesn't. ] Couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. [ WCKD saw to that. ] Doesn't matter much now, I guess. [ Part of him doubts he'll ever return to wherever he's from. He'll either never remember, or die before then, he imagines. He's gotten farther than he'd ever expect.

Newt keeps his eyes low, watching the ground as he walks along with his uneven gait. He can practically feel all the questions this guy is itching with - a bit like Thomas in that regard too, Newt thinks.
] They claim that they don't know why we showed up here -- the people that actually live here. But there's these creatures - Sound Eaters - that hunt us all. Normally, ya gotta stay quiet. I've never seen one personally.

[ Newt doesn't trust the locals, and that's obvious with his tone. He's skeptical, even a bit to the Sound Eaters' existence, but he's seen Grievers, he doesn't want to test it. ] Don't quite trust that they're telling us everything. Got a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.
poppycock: (#11517533)

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-03-31 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
( ​​​​why would he? klaus finds himself quite skeptical. for one, it’s unlike any threat he’s ever known. for another, it seems like a convenient way to keep a group of newcomers (and perhaps natives, too) afraid, quiet, and complacent. )

You’ve been here awhile, then, ( klaus comments, in most part to lead the trail of newt’s divulgence. as curious as he finds newt’s answer to not knowing where he’s from, it’s not outside the realm of reason. pasts are complex things, and newt’s behavior aligns with a very bereft one.​​​​ )
limped: (Default)

[personal profile] limped 2018-04-01 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
No. I've just been places like this before.

[ The Maze, the Scorch... ]

I've learned that ya gotta get as much information as fast as you can. Haven't been here much longer than you. Been here... maybe a fortnight? Not entirely sure, haven't been counting the days that closely.

[ Thomas, Minho and Newt have been running around trying to find as much out as possible. ] There's something about the dust here, it does things to people.

[ It's got to be another test. He's itching to ask Klaus what he knows of WCKD, but he keeps it to himself. ] Ya gotta stay quiet, not make a lot of noise, and walk on the sand. Did ya get a device yet? They got these things that you can talk over, they translate the sign language too. [ Newt pauses, fishes his out and holds up his device. ]
poppycock: (#11355714)

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-04-01 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( places like this. a fortnight. the dust.

silence.


klaus files away his questions one-by-one and does not strike out with them immediately, preferring to consider the device waved in his face. his hand shoots out to take it. (wow, so rude.)
) No, I have not. ( he considers it: slim, modern enough, somewhat familiar applications. he looks back up to newt after the cursory look and hands it back. ) Whatever introductions you have been given, I've lacked the same. It seems I've found the right teacher, however.

( newt is prepared. he is cognizant and aware. there is true value to that, and klaus has pointed a stake in his face. the distrust will obviously linger his way. that is why when klaus reaches out again, it's with a hand on newt's arm, staying and stopping. so does he, stilling in his tracks; he waits for newt to look at him.

his eyes are not overly kind, but they are steady. they are sincere.
) I appreciate your help. ( he intends to use it.

and in part for the save with the stake, ofc. perhaps a buried acknowledgement of his behavior exists there somewhere, too.
)
limped: (i'm gone for good)

[personal profile] limped 2018-04-10 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Newt doesn't expect for it to be snatched from his hand, but he doesn't make any movements to try to get it back, and is luckily rewarded for his patience by the thing being pressed back into his hand. He turns Klaus' words over a few times, not sure if he likes how familiar a weight has been placed on his shoulders, like in the Glade. He'd never liked being second in command, never liked being the one there to pick up the pieces if Alby died. Sure, he liked keeping the peace, but it came with a lot of guilt. ] There's a bulletin board that's got everything ya need to know too. [ He'll be sure to send him in the right direction of it, once they've gotten to safety.

The touch doesn't bother Newt as much as it probably should, he stops, attention finding the stake before flickering up to Klaus. He really doesn't want to be stabbed to death by some stranger for no reason. What Klaus presents him with causes Newt's own eyes to soften a bit.
] Don't thank me yet, more of those jacked dust monsters, or Sound Eaters could come out of nowhere. [ He pauses, eyeing Klaus a little more carefully, looking for signs of the Dust or the Flare. ] Do you remember anything odd before waking up here?

[ His arrival was different than Newt's, no reset room with a warm welcome. Newt nods his head, a small but obvious movement, 'keep moving' because they'll be to the dining hall soon. Somewhere he can get Klaus water at the very least. So he starts moving again, hoping Klaus gets the hint that they should get to fresh air. ] Does the name Wicked mean anything to you? [ It's dangerous to ask about them to strangers, for all Newt knows Klaus could be working for them. ]
poppycock: (#11517550)

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-04-14 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( he takes the suggestion of this bulletin board silently; he certainly would be interested in having a look. for now, however, he's content to accept newt's softened, grudging trust, and follow him on their way. the boy has a point; klaus' eyes scan their surroundings despite the low visibility, looking for anything or anyone threatening.

he takes a few steps to consider how much he's willing to divulge, but he is again at an inconvenience, and sharing would perhaps be more prudent. two brains and all.
) I do. I woke up in Jakarta, in a storm much like this one, and was attacked from behind. Then black, before this.

( he takes another moment to consider the second question. ) No, but I suppose it does to you.
limped: (GO ON)

thank u for dealing w my slow tags

[personal profile] limped 2018-04-23 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jakarta is a word Newt's never heard before, at least that he remembers, obviously it's a place from context clues. The sound of the word gives him an idea of where on a map it is though, nowhere near here. ] Were there other people? Sounds?

[ Newt knows better than to push for information without sharing his own, but he doesn't exactly know what to share about Wicked. ] Yeah, it does. They were an organisation. [ It's not a lie. It's just not everything he knows either. But he doesn't seem to like leaving it at that either. ] They were killin' people. [ Torturing teenagers. ] As an experiment.

[ The implications are easy and clear. This could be another experiment where they're killing people. ]
poppycock: (#11517605)

that's ok, we are competing for the slowest rper imaginable

[personal profile] poppycock 2018-04-23 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
No people, or particular sounds, that I recall. ( it was a truncated visit and that's all he truly has to say about it: he was there and then he wasn't. how he does wish for an explanation, however. to that and to this.

the implication is noted. klaus supposes it wouldn't be out of the question, though he does wonder exactly what this wicked would want with him.
) An organization here? ( is there any proof? )