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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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[lilithsoul]

No matter how sophisticated, a system can fail. Having back-up measures is what allows you to solve a problem even when it does. I would prefer to be safe in all situations.

[As she finished that, she started to put the cork board in under the first set of panels, getting the wood back into place over it and working as carefully as possible to get the flooring down without making undue noise.

This really would be easier to do in a thunderstorm.]

[justbeingknife]

Yeah, okay. Crush those hopes and dreams.

[ Majima was smiling despite his message as he pulled up a few more panels and began to place some cork himself. ]

Really working at little-old-grandma speed, here. Okay, so aside from hot springs, you got any other ideas for improvin' morale?

[lilithsoul]

I am a realist. And yes, the work is slower than I would like. Every task must be done in ways that I consider less efficient because of noise.

[And though she didn't show it, that was really annoying to her.]

I am a difficult person to ask. I do not really 'have' morale like others do, if that makes sense.

[justbeingknife]

Not really. I know guys who were pretty fucked up, but they still felt some kinda way. If you don't wanna talk about it, though, I won't lean on ya.

[ He quietly pressed the finished floorboards into place. ]

[lilithsoul]

I am willing to talk about it. I just do not really have good or bad morale. I just do whatever task is before me.

[And true to her form, she was moving from one set of floorboards to the next without much abatement or pause. She could be a bit mechanical at times.]

Others have accused me of being robotic.

[justbeingknife]

Well, kinda a rude way to put it, but... you fine with it?

[ Time to move on to the next set, then. ]

[lilithsoul]

I do not have a problem with that, though I am not a robot. I simply have very little in the way of emotional baggage. It make it difficult to get very interested in things, or to be upset by them.

[Ever methodical in each of her steps as she typed out answers. She was starting to get good at speed typing at this rate.]

[justbeingknife]

Well, if you're happy with the way things are, suppose it don't matter who calls you a robot. Sounds like it ain't interferin' with your job.

[ Actually, 9S was pretty personable, and Majima wouldn't call him robotic, either. ]

[lilithsoul]

I would neither say I am happy, nor am I upset. It does not interfere at all. What people think of me rarely does.

[Yeah, the androids were all more personable than she could be at time. It was funny, but the actual robots could show more emotion than Rei did.]

[justbeingknife]

Yeah, I meant content. Actually, maybe you could use some work on that bit.

[ He continued to place the cork and type. Multitasking! ]

Anyway, if you ever do feel like ya need to work on your conversations, I could try and help. Used to do it back home.

[lilithsoul]

I am attempting to learn how to relate to others. I suspect it will take time before I understand what causes them to feel more than they do. For now, "Content" is probably accurate, yes.

[Multitasking for the win. It wasn't as if both sets of hands would be busy at each moment anyway.]

I would appreciate the assistance, yes. You do not seem to have an agenda, which may help.

[justbeingknife]

Uh. Right.

[ An... agenda? Did he want to ask. ]

It should just be a matter of time, gettin' used to the way people think. I think the most important thing is to treat 'em with respect. You know, like individuals.

[lilithsoul]

[They were trying to be her friend. It was weird to her.]

As individuals. You mean to be aware of their existence as individual people, remember their names and look for what makes them different? That will take practice.

[Not something she did usually, though he had a convenient teaching aide there. Hiya, Mr Eyepatch.]

[justbeingknife]

Yeah, ya got it in one. And it's definitely an adjustment if you ain't used to it. I think it's pretty rewardin', though.

You get to find out all kindsa stuff about people ya never would've known otherwise.

[ Under the veneer of casual cynicism, Majima genuinely enjoyed most people and learning more about them. Idk he was some kind of weirdo like that. ]

[lilithsoul]

It hasn't been necessary until now. I suppose I should make a journal. To practice.

Please forgive me, but for what I hope are obvious reasons, what is your name again?

[Dude, you were totally getting a notation 'has eyepatch' in there.]

[justbeingknife]

[ oh boy... but was she really going to be okay with that descriptor alone? There were now at least three dudes with eyepatches in Reims now.

COLD SWEATS ]

Majima Gorō.

And yeah, that sounds like a good idea. So what should I call ya? Rei-chan?

[lilithsoul]

[Maybe 'eyepatch and ponytail.']

Goro-san? I will remember that. Ayanami-chan is fine, or Rei-chan. I am used to formal people as a rule.

[justbeingknife]

[ NAILED IT. ]

Hmm.

How 'bout this? You call me Majima, and I'll call ya... uh, either Ayanami or Rei. That's what all the non-Japanese around here do, right?

'Sides, been forever since someone called me Gorō-san.

[lilithsoul]

Ayanami is acceptable. It will feel normal, and you will never meet another. I believe you are correct.

You are somewhat informal, yes?

[justbeingknife]

Oh, ya mean the accent?

[ He replaced another set of the floorboards. ]

Believe it or not, I can bust out keigo with the best of 'em. No point in bein' formal around here, though, right?

[lilithsoul]

I suppose that there would not be for most. Standing on ceremony could be an unnecessary step in a place such as this, would it not? People become less formal when survival is on the line.

[justbeingknife]

Got that right. Besides, life's too short for all those wherefores.

Dunno how those stiffs in the service industry hold onto it for so long. Guess you gotta do what you gotta.

Speakin' of which, you said you were... 14? But you're like the polar opposite, always formal.

[lilithsoul]

I have not lived a life that qualifies as normal by most standards. I am a soldier and a pilot. Most would not be at my age.

[justbeingknife]

Yeah, about that 'pilot' thing... what exactly did they have ya pilot?

[lilithsoul]

It was a classified, land-based weapon. I am not sure about speaking about the details just yet, however. That may change in time.