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:

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NAVIGATION

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closed † arrival

[first_summers]

† arriving in style

[ This must be hell. Well, a hell anyway, one of the numerous dimensions in existence that humans almost never glimpse beyond tormented dreams. For a moment, Buffy wonders if perhaps this is a dream, don't dreams usually include things like walking through unfamiliar doors, but— The city is beyond familiar. It was her home for the first sixteen years of her life. Los Angeles... except not. Seeing those towering buildings crumbling, silence pressing in, she opens her mouth to call out for someone, anyone—

When she wakes up again, it's with the taste of copper in her mouth. It's like the tinge of blood after a fight, the red dust coating her tongue as her jeans and black shirt become damp and then simply wet from the rain streaming down from the sky. It makes that dust stick to her hands as she presses against the ground to lift herself up, blonde hair sticking to her face as her clothes start to look like they've been dyed that same color. At least she's not alone this time.

The figure that rises just a few feet from her isn't familiar, but they're better than the horror of seeing LA in that state. ] Hey, you okay—

[ She should really know better by now. The man lunges at her, a knife in hand that goes straight for her throat. Jumping backwards, instinct guides her hands up to knock that arm to the side, and so starts a strange dance of a Vampire Slayer trying to reason with an attacker who looks human but doesn't respond the way a human would, at least not a normal one. It isn't until one of those relentless lunges results in the man being cut by his own knife that she realizes he isn't human. Humans don't bleed dust.

At least she doesn't have to hold back anymore. ]

[rockypath]

[Faith's still wading through the melee, trying not to stop these would be attackers going after innocent people in the midst of this storm. She's reluctant to kill any of them because they look so much like people and she doesn't get the demony vibe from them. Maybe they're not real, but Faith's not sure what to make of it all just yet. And she isn't sure her conscience and soul can take making any other mistakes.

So she grabs hold of a man running toward the outlined figure she can see a few feet in front of her. Whoever it is in the distance is already in the midst of fighting someone else and so Faith tosses the new attacker to the ground. With a kick of her boot, she breaks their leg. Maybe she doesn't want to kill anybody, but maiming will have to be okay. She may still feel bad about that later.

And then she's leaping into the fight as more come and she punches another one across the face.] Need an assist!? [Faith calls out to the woman, but then her eyes go instantly wide now that she can see her clearly. There's a momentary stillness in the midst of the fight and it seems to her that even the red dust seems to slow.

It's Buffy.]

[beyourzoomer]

[Max is out scavenging abandoned houses when the dust storm starts. She doesn't even know it's happening until she's ready to head back to her own place. She steps outside and she's almost blinded by the red dust and it's all she can do not to yelp. She zips her hoodie up as far as it will go and then pulls it up over her nose and mouth so she doesn't breathe in any of it. Nothing good ever comes out of the red dust.

She hauls her duffel bag up and onto her shoulder, clutching onto it as she moves quickly down the sandpaths back toward her house.

She's not even halfway there when she sees people in the distance, fighting. And then it opens up and starts pouring. She stands still with indecision, torn between choosing to keep going and wanting to try and break up the fight before someone ends up dead. She reaches for the baton that Majima had given her, about to pull it from her belt loops when someone appears in front of her, knife raised in his hand as he barrels toward her.

Max starts, dropping her bag as she stumbles away, almost managing to dodge the blade entirely, but he clips her arm with it. She swings out with her fist, slamming it into his chin and leaving the bag on the ground as she takes off running without looking back, not sure if he's following or how closely if he is.]

[first_summers]

[ As far as Buffy is concerned, these dust things aren't human, and therefore she has no reservations whatsoever about killing them. They're probably some kind of magic, maybe a spell gone wrong (or right, with her luck), and she's hoping that eventually she'll work her way through them all or she'll stumble onto whoever is behind them. Either way, she's not stopping, though she is starting to slow, the numerous fights beginning to chip away at her slayer strength.

Maybe it's the disorientation from before, or the dust and rain combining with her growing exhaustion, but she's starting to get slopping. She can see it in the way her opponents are getting in more hits, cuts and bruises adding up, but she can't stop.

And at least she's not alone in this fight. Faith. It's hard to believe at first, but she'd recognize that voice anywhere, and that brawling fighting style. Her latest foe lands a solid punch on her jaw and she staggers to the side before forcing herself back upright. ] Nah, I've got this.

[ It's as she's returning the favor that she spots a streak of actual red hair running toward them, one of the dust things approaching in turn. ] Hey, over here! [ Whether she's calling to the girl or the creature preparing to attack her, hopefully the result will be the same - getting someone headed this way instead. ]

[rockypath]

[Everything seems to be moving much too slow and much too fast at the same time. Faith swings at another attacker, wishing that she's taken one of her daggers with her today. But how could she have known she'd be finding herself in the middle of an all out brawl?

She moves to take a position at Buffy's back to that the can keep an eye on all sides, but she catches sight of the blur of hair too. And it's a familiar blur.] MAX!

[Panic swells in her and Faith heads in Max's direction and leaving Buffy's back open. But Max isn't a Slayer, she needs Faith's help more. She's just a kid and she's not about to let anything happen to her!]

[beyourzoomer]

[It's the familiar voice yelling her name that gets her attention. Later, she will look back on all of this and be pissed at herself for running and not fighting back, because this is what she's been training for -- with Frank, and Majima, and with Faith. She'll be pissed that she didn't pull her weapon out and hit her attacker with it, knock the knife out of his hand.

Instead, her first instinct is still to run.

She sees Faith running in her direction, which more than likely means the guy is still following, probably right behind her and oh god she doesn't want to die. She screams Faith's name, running toward her because she knows Faith is better at this than she's ever going to be. She's not even sure the Slayer gets scared.]

[hext]

[ at the very moment faith leaves buffy's side to run for max, wanda bursts into the fray from around a corner — uncharacteristically clumsy in the monstrous winds, tailed by two more creatures. she'd managed to lure them away from others who seemed human, or at the very least not capable of taking full measures to defend themselves.

if she could just get them far enough away to dispense with them—

—it's then that she realizes she's only managed to bring additional monsters into an already mounting battle the next street over, this time with a child caught in the middle. her eyes widen fearfully, not for her sake but for those in her proximity, and she assesses what she can of the situation as quickly as possible.

the girl (max, she thinks she heard) is running towards someone she knows. there. decision made. wanda sweeps her energy toward the pair, a cushioned blast of it pushing max swiftly through the air toward the arms of her friend and away from the attacker looming behind her. ]

Hold onto her!

[ wanda shouts as loud as she can before reaching out with her arms again, caustic, determined; violent ribbons of scarlet light snap around the assailant like lashing ropes before she tosses him into the side of a building. he shatters upon contact.

the two on her tail remain, but turn... their eyes locking hungrily on buffy, who's now closest.

wanda casts out another hand, attempting to reach them— ]

cw: violence, injury

[first_summers]

[ If Buffy had known what Faith was thinking, she wouldn't have argued for a second. That's a kid over there, someone who needs to be protected, and the blonde slayer wouldn't have hesitated to order Faith to help the girl first. She can handle herself, these guys aren't so tough when she's faced an army of Turok Han.

Except she had the scythe when facing that army, and the weapon forged for the Slayer is nowhere to be found - even the weapon she'd be holding disintegrates as she kills another of their attackers, only to find two behind it, another approaching from the side. It's one too many, all three converging on her at once, and she gets in barely two hits before feeling the knife slide into her stomach, warm blood pouring out as the blade is torn to the side. ]

[rockypath]

[Faith is holding tight on Max as she's flung her way, arms wrapping tight as she tries to work out what's happening. Some other woman, maybe some kind of witch. It doesn't matter but she's helping. And then her eyes flash back to where Buffy is.

And what she sees makes her drop right to her knees and still holding Max, as though they've been kicked out from under her. A blade is slicing into the blonde. It's a killing blow, not something anyone could recover from. There's screaming. Loud, desperate, and clawing. Faith doesn't even realize that it's her who's screaming.

Buffy!]

[beyourzoomer]

[One minute, Max is sure she's going to die. Could practically feel her pursuer behind her, knife at her back. The next, she's being thrown somehow - right into Faith's arms. She's not really sure how she manages to stay on her feet, but she wraps her arms around the Slayer instinctively, terror rushing through her followed by immense relief.

That relief only lasts a fleeting moment, though, as they turn and she sees a pretty blonde girl get stabbed in the stomach. Her eyes grow wide with horror and she hears Faith screaming. There's blood everywhere. So much blood, pouring from the other woman's wounds there's no way she's going to survive it and Max's face drains of all color as she watches helplessly, frozen in place.

Still holding onto Faith, even though they're both on their knees now.]