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:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

NAVIGATION

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[rockypath]

[Everything seems to be moving much too slow and much too fast at the same time. Faith swings at another attacker, wishing that she's taken one of her daggers with her today. But how could she have known she'd be finding herself in the middle of an all out brawl?

She moves to take a position at Buffy's back to that the can keep an eye on all sides, but she catches sight of the blur of hair too. And it's a familiar blur.] MAX!

[Panic swells in her and Faith heads in Max's direction and leaving Buffy's back open. But Max isn't a Slayer, she needs Faith's help more. She's just a kid and she's not about to let anything happen to her!]

[beyourzoomer]

[It's the familiar voice yelling her name that gets her attention. Later, she will look back on all of this and be pissed at herself for running and not fighting back, because this is what she's been training for -- with Frank, and Majima, and with Faith. She'll be pissed that she didn't pull her weapon out and hit her attacker with it, knock the knife out of his hand.

Instead, her first instinct is still to run.

She sees Faith running in her direction, which more than likely means the guy is still following, probably right behind her and oh god she doesn't want to die. She screams Faith's name, running toward her because she knows Faith is better at this than she's ever going to be. She's not even sure the Slayer gets scared.]

[hext]

[ at the very moment faith leaves buffy's side to run for max, wanda bursts into the fray from around a corner — uncharacteristically clumsy in the monstrous winds, tailed by two more creatures. she'd managed to lure them away from others who seemed human, or at the very least not capable of taking full measures to defend themselves.

if she could just get them far enough away to dispense with them—

—it's then that she realizes she's only managed to bring additional monsters into an already mounting battle the next street over, this time with a child caught in the middle. her eyes widen fearfully, not for her sake but for those in her proximity, and she assesses what she can of the situation as quickly as possible.

the girl (max, she thinks she heard) is running towards someone she knows. there. decision made. wanda sweeps her energy toward the pair, a cushioned blast of it pushing max swiftly through the air toward the arms of her friend and away from the attacker looming behind her. ]

Hold onto her!

[ wanda shouts as loud as she can before reaching out with her arms again, caustic, determined; violent ribbons of scarlet light snap around the assailant like lashing ropes before she tosses him into the side of a building. he shatters upon contact.

the two on her tail remain, but turn... their eyes locking hungrily on buffy, who's now closest.

wanda casts out another hand, attempting to reach them— ]

cw: violence, injury

[first_summers]

[ If Buffy had known what Faith was thinking, she wouldn't have argued for a second. That's a kid over there, someone who needs to be protected, and the blonde slayer wouldn't have hesitated to order Faith to help the girl first. She can handle herself, these guys aren't so tough when she's faced an army of Turok Han.

Except she had the scythe when facing that army, and the weapon forged for the Slayer is nowhere to be found - even the weapon she'd be holding disintegrates as she kills another of their attackers, only to find two behind it, another approaching from the side. It's one too many, all three converging on her at once, and she gets in barely two hits before feeling the knife slide into her stomach, warm blood pouring out as the blade is torn to the side. ]

[rockypath]

[Faith is holding tight on Max as she's flung her way, arms wrapping tight as she tries to work out what's happening. Some other woman, maybe some kind of witch. It doesn't matter but she's helping. And then her eyes flash back to where Buffy is.

And what she sees makes her drop right to her knees and still holding Max, as though they've been kicked out from under her. A blade is slicing into the blonde. It's a killing blow, not something anyone could recover from. There's screaming. Loud, desperate, and clawing. Faith doesn't even realize that it's her who's screaming.

Buffy!]

[beyourzoomer]

[One minute, Max is sure she's going to die. Could practically feel her pursuer behind her, knife at her back. The next, she's being thrown somehow - right into Faith's arms. She's not really sure how she manages to stay on her feet, but she wraps her arms around the Slayer instinctively, terror rushing through her followed by immense relief.

That relief only lasts a fleeting moment, though, as they turn and she sees a pretty blonde girl get stabbed in the stomach. Her eyes grow wide with horror and she hears Faith screaming. There's blood everywhere. So much blood, pouring from the other woman's wounds there's no way she's going to survive it and Max's face drains of all color as she watches helplessly, frozen in place.

Still holding onto Faith, even though they're both on their knees now.]