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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professional widow

[gimmesometassel]

[Everything's gone crazy.

Carpet doesn't understand what's going on, or why--just that fights are breaking out all over town, and people are getting seriously hurt. He's not exactly a gallant hero, rushing in to save a damsel in distress--he's utterly waterlogged, and his brilliant colors are partly hidden by smears of slick red mud, and so far, Natasha is holding her own. Still, he doesn't like the looks of just how many people are coming to gang up on her. How could she possibly fend off that many herself?

There's a streak of color as Carpet bursts onto the scene, frantically beckoning to Natasha as he swoops towards the ground. Come on, come on, hurry and get aboard! They can't hurt her if they can't reach her, right?]

[vdova]

[ It takes her a long moment to notice the carpet — she's busy kicking and punching, trying to keep the now swarming attackers away from her.

She actually trips. Falls on the carpet, sitting straight up when she realizes it's not the ground she's expecting, but — well, a rather plush, ornate, carpet. It's dirty and soaking wet, but Natasha can tell it's expensive and it's such a bizarre thing to land on in the middle of a dusty rainstorm that she can't help but to push everything else out of her mind. ]

A carpet?

[gimmesometassel]

[Natasha is already toppling over before he can stop her, so Carpet doesn't try to. He waits for her to sit up instead, just enough time to get her balance as the attackers close in, before he moves beneath her. One end flips up, covering and protecting her as well as he can with a few feet of himself, while the other end wraps around her to keep her seated securely--and he bolts.

Fleeing out of the middle of a mob like this would be sheer madness, except for two things: first, he doesn't care how many people try to punch or kick or club him, and even knives catching in his fabric are little more than nuisances. Second, and probably more importantly, he's going from a total standstill to lunging forward with several hundred miles per hour of force and momentum. Anyone unlucky enough to be in the path of his escape route will probably be seriously hurt themselves from being rammed into and flung aside.]

[vdova]

[ It's almost — almost — like being swung around by the Hulk; at the sensation, her heart seizes just slightly, but it's not from fear.

The carpet plowing through bodies, too, isn't an unusual sensation for her. She does nothing more than buckle down and hold still, maintaining her balance surprising well, despite the speed and the, ah, speedbumps. ]

[gimmesometassel]

[Carpet blows past the murderous mob hard and fast, violently knocking aside any who try to attack or hold them there. As soon as they clear their assailants' range, he surges upwards, heading for the nearest flat rooftop he can find. There's no way any of them could follow them up here, right?

Considering how hasty their departure was, he comes to a stop surprisingly gently, floating down to settle flat on the roof. For the moment, he's still once more, as though he'd never been moving at all. It's only polite to let Natasha catch her breath and get her bearings, right?]

[vdova]

[ As soon as he's slowed down, Natasha steps onto the roof, settling down to literally (and figuratively) catch her breath. It's still raining up here, but there's less of that red dust, and she takes a second to survey the area below. The city can't really be called that anymore. From what Natasha can see, it's dilapidated and ruined, much like the city she'd stepped out into before waking up here. It's difficult to see through the red haze, but Natasha can make out more of the violent offenders, stalking through the storm like wolves.

Her brow furrows, and she's all but forgotten that she's not up here alone — that she got up here somehow. But the idea that a flying carpet even exists is — well. It'll take her a second to wrap her head around it. ]

What the hell is going on?

[gimmesometassel]

[The rainstorm was so sudden, Carpet hadn't even had a chance to go put his device somewhere safe at home; he really hopes all the water won't ruin it! Otherwise, a whole lot of people are going to be struggling to communicate. He starts typing as carefully as he can, trying not to get dusty mud all over the screen, and gently nudges Natasha's arm with the device to offer it to her; by now, he's risen into the air to more or less match her height, even if he is drooping unhappily and completely waterlogged.]

Scary people are showing up all over town attacking people. You can't even talk to them because they just want to kill everyone.