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

[lednikovyy]

Sure as long as you're not some foodie with high standards and you've got a heat source.

[ The last thing Bucky wants to do is oversell his truly mediocre cooking, but he can definitely understand the appeal of hot, fresh meat. ]

[kiljoy]

[He's exactly that as it happens, but beggars can't be choosers...]

Consider my expectations sufficiently lowered. This way.

[He gestures for Bucky to follow him. As they start to walk, Kilgrave signs again:]

What's your name?

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky keeps up easily, falling into step next to Kilgrave. ]

Bucky. Nice to meet you.

[ He offers a sidelong handshake. ]

[kiljoy]

[Kilgrave accepts the handshake, nodding back.]

Kilgrave. Same to you.

[It's not too far. They just need to be careful picking their way over the sand paths.]

[lednikovyy]

[ It's an interesting name, but he holds his comments for now. He's encountered stranger and it's hard to tell what counts for a normal name these days. Apparently Apple is a name now.

His steps on the sandpath are easy, like he's used to being quiet and doesn't need to work at it too hard, and he stays quiet as they approach Kilgrave's place. He hasn't been invited to anyone's private living spaces yet here, so he's not sure what to expect. ]

[kiljoy]

[It's just a house. Nothing special, though Kilgrave had it furnished as nicely as he could. He opens the door and gestures for Bucky to come in, closing it carefully behind them. Once it's closed he heaves a sigh.]

The house is soundproofed. We can talk, quietly. Let me show you around.

[He's not about to give Bucky the full tour when there are rabbits waiting to be cooked, but he looks in on the lounge and dining room before heading into the kitchen.]

Think you can manage here?

[lednikovyy]

[ It might not be a fancy place, but it's still nicer than anywhere Bucky's ever lived. Hell, he's sleeping on the floor of an empty room right now and it's still one of the better ones.

He looks around, voice quiet. ]

I just need a knife and something to cook the meat in.

[kiljoy]

[He points.]

Top drawer. That cupboard.

[For a knife and various pans/pots, respectively. They've all been scavenged so nothing matches, but at least they're clean. Kilgrave leans against the counter and makes no offer to help.]

So what did you do before arriving here?

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky finds the tools he needs and gets to work skinning the rabbits. He doesn't really expect most people to be okay with this part, anyway, so the idea of expecting help doesn't occur to him. He just rolls up the sleeves of his dingy jumpsuit and gets to work, unable to really hide his metal left arm when he's got to get his hands dirty like this. ]

Army. I haven't been out long.

[ It's an easy lie because it's not entirely a lie at all. He'd served and he can't count his time as the Winter Soldier as time out of service any way he slices it. ]

What about you?

[kiljoy]

[The metal left arm gets a look. Well, he did say he was in the army. Kilgrave watches the entire process with interest, not at all bothered by the rabbits being skinned.]

Real estate. No such thing as a mortgage here. Nor an army for that matter, unless you count the Sound Eaters. Have you met anyone you know?

[It seems like new people keep arriving from his world so he's wondering if the same is true for others as well.]