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.

OOC
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[ The whole scene flies in front of her eyes faster than she can take it all in. The situation had already been confusing and terrifying but having someone make an attempt on her life and then someone else jumping out from who knew where to kill the man? On top of that he didn't just fall down dead, he dissolved into a mess of red dust. It was a lot to process. The next thing Maya knew, the girl was grabbing her by the hand and dragging her off towards a house. She didn't even have time to say "Thank you", and on top of that for all she knew the girl would try to kill her next.

Overwhelmed and running on pure adrenaline, Maya couldn't help but try and yank herself away. Sure she could hold her on the city streets when it came to smart ass girl's who were not actually as tough as they pretended. Other than that she wasn't really a fighter and this situation had put her very far out of her comfort zone. She dug her heels in, trying to break free. At the very least, she wanted answers before she went further to who knew where. Unaware of the rule of quiet, she spoke up. ]

Stop! What are you doing? What was that?

[ Even though they can technically make noise in the rain, it still makes her flinch even after just a couple of weeks of being here. Maybe it's because she saw those stupid things in person and she just wants to avoid seeing them ever again that has her on edge...

Regardless, staying outside doesn't seem safe when there are people going nuts and attacking others. And the storm is hardly one she wants to get stuck in either. Everything tastes like copper when she breathes in and she remembers what happened last time. She doesn't want to be color blind again - or worse. So she let's her break free, holding up her hands in surrender, before speaking in a hushed tone. ]

Stop shouting. It's -- It's really hard to explain, but it definitely shouldn't be done out here, alright? We need to get out of this dust. It's not safe.

[ Maya quieted down immediately. The girl may have been a stranger and she might have been on edge, but right now she's the only one Maya had to trust. After the encounter with the other person, she was t too eager to stay outside and wait for more bad things to happen. It was hard to know for sure whether she could trust her, but she had killed the person who had been out to harm her. She couldn't be all that bad, if she had risked herself to do that.

Finally, Maya nods her head in agreement and motions for the other girl to lead the way. As she follows her she stays close. It isn't long before they are inside the house that she had come out of to her rescue. Breathing in a deep breath, she is glad for the fresh air and to be out of that storm. ]

Okay. Can you tell me what is going on now?

[ She's relieved when gestures, moving quickly towards House 4, up the deck steps and into the kitchen. She goes to place the knife into the sink, figuring she can clean it later. Her hands are still shaking - that was a way more successful knife fight than the one with Damon had been and she's trying to catch her breath for a second. Between the dust and the fight, her broken ribs are aching something fierce, and she leans against the counter with one hand, the other holding onto her torso as though it will help the pain go away faster.

Her eyes crack open to look at Maya, a slightly exhausted look on her face. Why was she so comfortable talking? Why was she wearing normal clothes? ]

You're new, aren't you? Why didn't they explain everything to you before they let you leave the room? [ It doesn't occur to her that she may have woken up elsewhere in the slightest. ]

[ To be honest, Maya is relieved when the knife goes away. Strange people with weapons don't exactly make her feel comfortable. Not that the girl scares her so much, it's more the situation at hand than the other girl. Maya wasn't sure she liked the way she was being looked at though, as if somehow she was the weird one.

When the questions start, she shakes her head and holds up her hands.]

Look, all I know is that last night I went to bed, and when I woke up I was in some empty room. I left the room, and was suddenly in some horror nerd's paradise. [ She paused recalling the far too recent details. ]

Oh right. It said I was in New Zealand. But I blacked out and woke up here and suddenly I'm the blonde bait.

New Zealand? [ The 'what the fuck' tone of her voice is more than evident. There were more Reset Rooms? In places other than this wanna be Reims? She rubbed at her forehead, not sure what to make of that, and frowning deeply. She didn't know, then, didn't have any idea --

Shit. ]

This isn't... You're in France. Reims, I guess. Though I think someone said this isn't actually Reims... I don't remember. Either way - it's not New Zealand. This place is totally fucked, just like where ever you were, but there's a community here. People who've lived here forever and people who just arrived in the same -- ... Sort of the same way as you. There's not a lot of rules, but the biggest one is one you were breaking like crazy just now. We're not allowed to make any noise.

[ There's a pause before she waves around at her kitchen. ] This room's soundproofed, so it doesn't matter as much here, but - everywhere that isn't, you don't talk. You don't walk off the sand, it muffles your steps. We get devices to help talk to people, through text or some will sign and the device's'll translate, but ... They won't let you out and about if you don't agree to stay quiet.

[ She tries to take in everything that Chloe is saying, but he's torn between disbelief and panic. Although she is pale to begin with, the color drains from her face and she suddenly looks exhausted. Finding a chair, she takes a seat without bothering to ask, because she isn't sure that she won't faint after everything that she's just heard. The adrenaline from everything is definitely starting to wear off.

She wishes she didn't feel so alone and for a moment can't stop thinking about her best friend. Though, if this place is as insane as it sounds, she's glad the optimistic and loud best friend of hers isn't there to deal with it. Looking down at her hands and trying to keep the tears back she sighs. ]

Heh...I always wanted to go to France.

[ She swallows and looks up at Chloe. ]

So let me make sure I have this right: Monsters, communication devices, and silence. Sounds like a trip in some weird Del Toro flick.

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