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
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Yuuri Katsuki | Yuri on Ice!!!

[porkbelly]

Prompt for either day:

[The dance studio run by Victor and Yuuri has its doors figuratively open to allow newcomers a place to seek refuge from the chaos of the day. The two skaters take turns watching through the peephole on the front door to see if anyone needs to be let in, although not having any weapons or any fighting experience means they can't risk running out into the madness themselves.

Yuuri still has his anxieties on days like these, although he's becoming better at keeping his composure. It helps that Victor is nearby, and when he has a spare moment he can be found squeezing his hand or leaning against him. He tries to only do that when nobody else is watching, however, not wanting to be impolite to any guests.]

Victor Nikiforov | Yuri on Ice!!!

[poodlemom]

At the Door (Day One - OTA)
Victor and Yuuri are both around for these prompts, so anticipate thread jacking!

[Victor is upstairs, watching the door to the studio with a keen eye. Or, well, as keen as it can be looking through dust and rain. He can see some fighting going on, but he's ultimately powerless in the face of violence. At best, he'd get in the way and at worse he'd end up gutted in the street, which isn't something he'll risk. What he can offer is a safe haven to anybody he can recognize as not totally crazed. If he spies anybody familiar or trying to escape, he unlocks and opens the door, poking his head out to yell to them.]

Hey! This way! Here, here! [The dance studio is a two story building, with heavily latched windows and doors. It should serve as a good hide away for those in need.]

Stay Close to Me (Day Two - Yuuri only)

Yuuuri.... [it's a familiar whine, if more quiet in the basement of the studio. Those taking cover from the storm had left and there's a huge relief lifted from Victor to know they helped at least some escape a gruesome welcome. He reaches both arms around his fiance, embracing him close and burying his face into the man's mop of black hair. It's a little dusty, but that's alright, he doesn't mind breathing it in when it's his Yuuri. He's feeling more and more overcome with emotion with each moment they're alone. He thinks how stoic Yuuri could be, tending to those in need, even if he knew it was the man playing good host to ease his own nervousness.]

Are you doing alright? When you put on that strong face you look so brave! But then I get worried, you know... [he needs you to be okay, for the both of them]

[lowkeycrazy]

[Akechi stumbles into the studio, coughing as he comes over to slump against the wall.

He'd done the best he could to protect himself from the violent, whipping dust outside, but inevitably, he'd had to find off one of those creatures, and he'd inhaled some of the dust as a result. His lungs were on fire, his eyes were blurring with tears and at the very least, he could stay in here for a moment, at least just to catch his breath.

As soon as he has enough breath to speak between coughs:]

Young— native girl and boy. [Cough.] Children. Have you seen them?

[poodlemom]

[Victor is quick to open and to close the door, locking it with a heavy clatter of the iron lock. He'd been sure to have a really good one installed when they were building the place, not sure if it would need to be used as a safe house one day. Once they're secure, he huddles close to Akechi, trying to wave the dust out of the air around them to minimize coughing]

No children here, I'm sorry. Do you need some water? [you sound like death, Akechi..!]

[lowkeycrazy]

[He swears under his breath, coughs again, then shakes his head.]

No, open the door back up. I need to go back out.

[There's fiery determination in his eyes, despite the fact that he is clearly in no condition to immediately resume his search.]

[poodlemom]

[Victor's not spineless enough to let him go back out, not in that state. He stands at the door with his arms out to Akechi, wiping the dust off him in clumps. At least the top floor is open with tall ceilings, it doesn't really clog the air so long as Victor waves it away.]

No, you're nearly collapsed. Catch your breath.

The studio

[justbeingknife]

[ Sometime during the evening of that dust storm, there'd be a knock on the door -- hard to find anything in the swirling red, but Victor's studio was distinctive amongst the other buildings... and face it, Majima could use a break from the chaos outside. ]

Victor, you in there?

[ It occurred to him that Victor might not be inside -- that in fact he might have been caught out in the rain and storm. Majima was rather hoping he hadn't, considering the raged-out nutjobs running about the streets at the moment. Did the guy know any self-defense...? ]

[poodlemom]

[Victor wasn't far off from the door when he sees the message. He doesn't bother typing out a response when he can simple scramble to the door and unclasp the heavy padlock, opening it to see Majima on the doorstep. He's quickly being ushered inside so Victor can close and lock them safely inside.]

M, Majima, are you okay..!? [he's speaking hushed out of habit, but there's really no need with the rain coming down. He clears his throat, waving away dust brought in with the man]

Do you know what's going on? [the last storm brought more calm that chaos, but that doesn't seem to be the case this time]

[justbeingknife]

I know some, but you're not gonna like it.

[ Maybe Victor also wouldn't like the dust Majima was tracking inside, though he had the decency to stand by the door. Look, he couldn't help it ok. ]

There's people outside -- armed and dangerous, as ya might say. Only I ain't sure people's the right word, 'cause I think they're made of dust.

[poodlemom]

[the red never meant anything good, Victor only really knew that you could get lost in it until you didn't know up from down. That or the sound eaters were swarming near and that couldn't be good. At least Majima seemed well enough, though no harm in asking in case he was injured in an unseen way]

A good thing you made it here, are you hurt?

Stay Close to Me

[porkbelly]

I'm better now that the worst of it seems to be over. [He smiles, although it's a little weak.] I just feel bad for the new people... to just be put in the middle of all that out of nowhere. [Once he didn't enjoy this kind of physical affection, but over his time with Victor he's come to crave it, and it works wonders to soothe him.]

[poodlemom]

[it's a good thing Yuuri craves the attention, because Victor feels like he needs it right now. He cuddles in closer as Yuuri speaks, trying to breath in the voice of his fiance. Maybe he's not feeling well or maybe the weight of their circumstance is hitting him again as the panic of the evening passes them by. Either way, he doesn't want to let Yuuri go, not right now, not for a while...]

I wish I could help more. [it sounds hollow, he's too afraid he'd end up hurt or worse... Leaving Yuuri behind is something he'd never want to do recklessly.]

[porkbelly]

Me too... but it's better we leave the fighting to those with more experience. We'd just cause more problems if we tried. Our skills aren't really suited for a world like this.

[poodlemom]

Makes you really appreciate how easy we had it, huh? What I wouldn't give to just be worried about twisting my ankle or flubbing a jump, again...

At the Door

[sunflowering]

[This isn't exactly how Yuuki wanted to see the dance studio for the first time. It's a blood bath outside, with death in the air. The rain has managed to wash most the blood that's accumulated upon Yuuki off her cheeks and from her hair, but there are a few dark patches that stain her clothes. Any injuries she may have received have disappeared and she seems fine, if not somewhat tired.]

Victor--!

[She rushes to the door when she spots him, glancing up in concern and worry.]

Are you all right!? [She peers behind him to see if there's any injured. Her senses are all mixed up due to the rain and the amount of blood that currently bathes the town.] Make sure everyone stays inside, okay!

[poodlemom]

Me? What about you!? [he's about as outraged as he is concerned. He's perfectly fine, he's being a coward, but Yuuki seemed like she was out in the thick of it.]

It's safe in here, please, come inside!

[sunflowering]

[At the door she brushes her wet hair from her face and shakes her head. There's really no time for more than a quick break and a moment to rest. A couple of butterflies appear over head, fluttering in the air, seemingly unaffected by the rain. She glances back toward the street as she speaks.]

No- I'm part of the patrol and there's still people out here that need help.

[She can't just leave them and she takes the job and position seriously. Whatever these things are, they aren't strong, just plentiful. And that's the problem. Her gaze returns back up to him, glancing over him for any injuries or the scent of blood in the air or establishment.]

Is anyone injured? I can get help and bring them to you.

[Her eyes, normally a soft brownish red, are a deep crimson. She can't exactly ignore the scents that saturate the air even despite the rain and her body reflects the fact.]

Moreover, if I find anyone in trouble I'll bring them here. You need to make sure to arm yourself if you haven't already-- pipes, wooden boards, knives-- whatever you have just in case one of those things tries to get inside.

[backstory]

[Kija has no real experience in modern dance and he's destroyed any instrument he's put his claw upon, but he is familiar with the studio, if only because he learned about it through a friend. He had managed to drag his companion from home to the place once before, and he hasn't had a chance to visit again since.

Affront the studio he firmly grasps a frail woman's wrist with his human hand. With a tug he drags her behind him before a sharp blade, aimed for her chest, can find home. How shameful. The thrill of a fight burns deep within Kija, as well as disgust for the creature that is willing to kill an innocent who is incapable of defending themselves. May these creatures face the wrath of heaven.

His right arm swings back, and in place of a hand is a gigantic, white claw. With a swing his claw tears threw the flesh of three men, knocking them to the ground. Before his eyes they falter for but a moment, before disintegrating into dust. Despite the gruesome scene, a fourth charges but stops dead in his tracks... as a claw pierces through his chest and out the other side. He only has a moment to look surprised, before he slumps, and then, like the rest, turns to ash.

Any who are willing to engage another in battle with the intent to kill should enter into it wit the knowledge that they might die instead. He has no remorse for a creature that would kill indiscriminately. More important is--]

Are you all right?

[He turns to the woman in concern, who is a mix of shock, fear, and awe. She nods vaguely and he looks up, eyes scanning the street until-- AH! There's someone in that doorway. It's that dance studio place.]

AH! You there-! [He points with his claw toward the individual in the door.] Keep that door open!

[Gently, in contrast to the bloodshed a moment before, he smiles back down at the woman, his pretty pale skin and white hair making him stand out among the dust and carnage.]

You will be safe in this place I think. Please come with me. [And he's careful to guide her gently to the entrance. Whether the door has been shut or remains open, he'll speak to whoever resides on the other side.] This woman requires shelter during the battle. Please allow her in.

[porkbelly]

[Yuuri is a little unsure at first, not recognizing the individual calling out to him, but decides to take the risk and keeps the door open long enough for the two to get safely inside.

The claw itself may have been more of a shock to him when he first arrived, but he's since met a number of different beings and it will only get a moment's glance.]

Ah, yes. By all means, she can stay as long as she needs to.

[backstory]

[The woman thanks them and moves inside in a daze, but thankful to be off the streets. Kija himself, however, beams at the other man. Lifting both 'hands' up, he rests them on the other's shoulders.

. . . Apologies for whatever is left on them after battle.]

Thank you. That is very noble of you. [Pat pat. He tries to be gentle with the claw, at least.]

[porkbelly]

[Eyes flicker only a little nervously to the resting hands and what might be on them, but he tries to put on a friendly smile.]

N-not at all. I wish we could do more to help, but neither my partner or I have any fighting experience.

hey hey, assuming this is after Victor let him in if that's okay

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima had taken to dropping in for classes every now and then, which was why he thought it might be a good idea to check in on the both of them at the studio. In a spare moment, he'd text: ]

Katsuki-han, you around somewhere?

Absolutely!

[porkbelly]

Yes, I'm at the studio. I hope you're safe as well?

[justbeingknife]

Yeah. Fact, I'm here, too. Victor let me in.

Thought with all the crazy

[ uh ]

stuff goin' down, I might as well check in. But it seems like ya got everything locked up tight.

[porkbelly]

That's kind of you. We're doing alright, all things considered. I'm just checking on someone we let in downstairs. Did you need something?