quietplacelogs | 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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NAVIGATION

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( the very last thing klaus enjoys doing at the moment is wallowing in his own inaction, and yet his second day in this quiet town starts with pacing the confines of his newly acquired bedroom.

the niggling desire in the gut of his stomach, wrenching and twisting him inside is all but disregarded. he does not think twice about his longing; he knows what he needs to get back to: his family. his daughter, who is more in need of him than she ever has been. (and how he loves and needs her so.) he thinks of the danger she is in without him to protect her; he thinks of the danger his family must face with him gone.

with little to do in his quarters, klaus strikes out on his own, certain he will find some information through observation or conversation.

he stalks the streets, silent on his feet despite his brisk pace, searching for anything or anyone familiar or informative.

this is a ruin, is what he thinks, despite the hints of civilization. it’s the boarded up theatre that gives the town away; klaus stops in his tracks, wide-eyed with recognition at the looming structure. last he was here was for at an opera centuries ago, rebekah and elijah at his side.

reims, he thinks, with a lump rising in his throat.

he grabs the arm of the next person to pass him, the gesture both abrupt and firm. ) What-? ( the word stops in his throat. though he has his doubts and questions about these sound eaters, klaus is not fool enough to recklessly test them. with a black look of resigned annoyance, he pulls out his phone and types: )

What happened here?

( he shows it to his new companion dutifully. )

[ It's a similar feeling, in ways. Family. Although even without he and Yuuki, Ai still is very well protected and taken care of. Not that that makes it any less bearable. They both do what they can.

Regardless, he doesn't really know why he's feeling a sense of loss, for lack of a better term, but it's something. So he'll take care of it by finding distractions. Which really isn't a new thing for him in this place.

—He certainly isn't expecting to be grabbed so suddenly, though, and even by another vampire, no less. While he doesn't sense any hostility, Zero still pulls away from his grasp with a bit of a look. ]

No idea. I'm pretty sure it's been that way since we first began appearing here.

( klaus can hardly blame the man for wanting to set personal boundaries, and considering he has no real motive to attempt keeping hold, he doesn't. the look is disregarded, but the answer provokes his frustration. not towards his new acquaintance, however. klaus huffs, his lips turning in on a scowl; he glances away to quell his distemper. )

That seems to be the typical explanation.

[ Thankfully he really didn't press. Even whether such a mood is due to him or not, Zero is hardly fazed. ]

Just because it's the truth. There are one too many questions here that have yet to be properly answered.

Perhaps no one here has the proper answers, but that hardly makes it the truth. ( he knows, as he has asked, interrogated, and come up as empty-handed as he was in the start, save some important details.

klaus looks down at his device, worried in thought; he thinks of his siblings, their past, and how this world apart from their own seems to have devolved. there are few answers, yes. but he has here someone who might have a few more.

his eyes lift. )

You were here with an earlier group?

Point taken.

[ Though it probably is true that there will probably always be more questions. ]

Yeah. I've been here for a bit over a month, now.

( good, is what klaus thinks at this answer. what he also feels aside from that eventual, bitter comfort, is the sickening blow to his middle: a month. hardly a long time in his experience, but certainly a long time for whatever this is. for how powerful whatever this is.

klaus takes a step forward towards his new companion. one and then another, the intent of it calculated and predatory by nature, his gaze unwavering. he looks down then to his phone (probably somewhat breaking that intensity, hi unintentional comedy) and types, ) Then I want to know everything you know. Perhaps over a drink?

[ Yet to think, too, that there are others who have been here for even longer than he has. However he also is not going to be an idealist and believe that returning home is in any way easy.

Zero just eyes him for a moment before giving a nod and beginning to lead the way. ]

I'm not much for one- [ Alcohol, at least. Or else he could be presuming something else. ] I'll show you to where you can, though. And I'll answer as much as I can.

( klaus doubts very much his intentions to return home to his daughter will be easy, and he is willing to pay whatever price he must, and to do whatever he must.

he doesn't read into the man's response. not yet, at least, not having had a moment to truly consider his scent. it carries his way, however, on the breeze as he turns to follow, and klaus pauses. only for a moment, as the scent is unique and somewhat familiar.

it seems to be habitual to run into curious people here. )

I'm glad to hear Reims is not dry. ( despite the dusty weather. ha ha, get it. ) I'm Klaus.

[ Right. Very Funny. ]

Usually it is, so far as I know. I think the bar is run by a foreigner, like us, though I'm unsure exactly where he acquired the alcohol.

[ Possibly the same way many others received items at their doorstep. ]

Zero. It's good to meet you, despite all of this.

Likewise. ( at the very least, it's good to meet someone willing to share information. ) How good to see we're all settling in.

( now that last bit was absolutely sarcasm, but it's not a surprise or inconvenience. people desire roots and stability, especially in the face of the unknown.

he's just a bit bitter. ) And what do you do, Zero?

[ Regardless, he can adapt easily enough. Although Yuuki is also an anchor for him. Something which he won't ramble on about (not that anyone would even care, anyway).]

Depends on where you're speaking of. [ He might be gauging him just a bit. If it's about work, for one. . . ]

( funny, klaus is gauging him. he'd accept any answer. ) Here, home, what have you. I assume we all have skills to share.

[ Both, then. Ultimately he's open about his real job, anyway. ]

In this world I'm a member of the patrol team as well as being a teacher. Back home I'm a vampire hunter.

MOD LOG #3

the sight of lightning | OPEN.

so sorry that this is late, i hope it's ok!

it's perfect!

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