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
From your mods:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

NAVIGATION

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Comments

[swig]

[ two against one isn't fair odds but she's not complaining, eyes still on the man who stumbles back, dust mingling with rain water dribbling down his chin. before she can really address natasha though, another one rises from the dust, this time holding up a metal bat. they spread out and she slides in place behind natasha, back to back, turning her head to spit the coppery taste from her mouth. ]

You take one and I'll take the other?

[ not that she hasn't fought more on her own or with a partner, but she's still treading unfamiliar territory; she isn't so prideful to turn away help when it presents itself, especially in a woman who can clearly handle herself in a fight. but she's already moving, sword swinging up to intercept the metal bat as she launches forward, shoving her shoulder against the man's chest to knock him back. red dust slides off her blade as she spins it down, cutting diagonally across his body from shoulder to waist. ]

[vdova]

Sounds like a plan.

[ She doesn't look over her shoulder at the woman. She looks more than capable (and, Natasha suspects, Asgardian — that armor alone is enough to make her wonder). Natasha also has her own assailant to worry about; she leans back out of the way of the swipe of his ax, using his momentum to climb up and wrap her legs around his neck.

The sound of the snap of his neck is probably lost in the sound of the rain, but his body dissolving into red dust before Natasha's feet even hit the ground is proof enough that he's dead. Natasha wrinkles her nose at the stain on her jeans, and then turns towards her companion, making sure she's alright too. ]