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MOD LOG #3

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.
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eddie kaspbrak | ota + 1 closed
ππππππππππ(There was something inherently raw and exposed about a twelve year old feeling the effects of adoration to the absolute heightened degree. It was because of expressions like the one Eddie had on his face currently that the term 'puppy love' was ever invented. Big, stupid eyes and a constant blush. The last time Eddie felt even remotely like this was back when he had drank the red juice a few months prior. This felt a lot more earnest, somehow, and as he went about his regular work he kept getting these far-off looks on his face. Every now and then he even stops to hold his own face, just smiling and letting himself feel exhilarated to be alive. All of that concentrated affection was for one very special person- however it spilled over into the rest of his naturally compassionate and affectionate nature which meant that any character, whether he knew them or not, was going to be subjected to enthusiastic smiles and waves from Eddie Kaspbrak.
And if the character does know Eddie? He very well might rush over to them and hug them tightly around the waist, just clinging on for a few seconds.
.....Actually, he might do that to nicer looking strangers too. He's just really feeling good! And happy. And like the world finally made sense again. Truthfully, he was in the mood to hug simply because he wasn't where he wanted to be most right now. But that was okay. He'd go home eventually to Him and would be able to indulge in some serious snuggling. For now, this random friend/stranger will have to do. Careful now. This is not only an affectionate Eddie but an Eddie willing to gush a lot more honestly than he might ever be previously inclined to.)
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(After the effects had worn off, Eddie was reoriented. He was a little embarrassed about some of the stuff that happened the past day or so, but he had to move past that and to the current problem of the dust. Eddie was moving throughout various areas with very exact care where he stepped. His shirt had originally been white, but being out in the city for so long had made it pink. There was a medical face mask over his nose and mouth as he walked about, and more importantly, in his hand was what looked like an empty Coca Cola bottle that looked like it was straight from the fifties.
That's because it was. Eddie crouched down to gather little bits of red sand here and there, and he's focused enough that he might not notice anyone nearby who might be watching him. Clearly this kid's doing something very intentional here if there's anything to go by him eyeballing the dust once he gets some into his bottle.)
closed to Jake
Jake Chambers.
On a regular basis, this name flitted through his head pretty frequently throughout the day. So did the names of many of his other friends, so that in and of itself wasn't too unusual. Eddie would be outright lying if he said the connection he had made with Jake since arriving in this place wasn't, in some way, a little special. Jake who was endlessly patient with Eddie, Jake who was fine with Eddie grabbing at his arm way too much whenever they went somewhere together, and Jake who somehow always seemed to materialize in his bed whenever Eddie had the worst nightmares. Being Jake's best friend was as natural as breathing, but then there was This.
This magnificent feeling that swelled up inside of him and filled him with all the light of a setting sun breaking through the trees of some quiet, far away grove. He wanted to carry that feeling with him forever. As he worked the greenhouse, it gradually became almost painful to not be wherever Jake was. His hands ached to hold, and his entire body ached to be held. It got enough that he started grabbing at his own hands, twisting his fingers together, until finally he gave up entirely.
He abandoned his work early and rushed home. That maddening urge to see Jake bled into desperation and fear. What if Jake was gone? Like Richie had vanished? Like Bill had vanished? Eddie couldn't allow himself to think about it like that though. He refused. Jake wouldn't leave him here. God, he wouldn't, would he?
He opened the front door and closed it quickly and quietly behind him. Then he turned around and jogged through the house, instantly calling out in a quiet panic:)
Jake? Jake, are you home?
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It's with aching shoulders and dirty hands that a tired, dishevelled Jake returns to the house that evening. It's on the walk back that the idea starts to nest: he's looking forward to seeing Eddie.
Once it's there, the thought sticks, injecting a second wind into his steps. Jake sometimes returns with the more interesting stories on days he confesses to ditching work and wandering off the paths, but Eddie usually returns with treats and smelling of fresh greenery, an improvement on what a person smells like after a day rolling in sand. Eddie's become a fixture, someone he expects to see at home, someone he wants to see. After the past few months of death and disappearances in Reims alone, that's invaluable. And today that eagerness is kicked up a notch.
It must have been a long day for him, too. How are things at the greenhouse? It suddenly hits him he should've asked, and a little peevishness at himself wells up. He should've thought of that sooner. Is Eddie going to be all right getting home? The town might be relatively quiet again in the aftermath of the storm and the attacks, but Jake knows how he feels about the dust--it's a concern they both have, that it's doing things to their bodies, and the thought of Eddie walking home in it brings on a wave of misgiving.
Maybe if he's quick about it...
Swinging around to the greenhouse to accompany Eddie home is a case of poor timing on his part. He misses Eddie by minutes, and as such he isn't home when Eddie's calling for him.
But not being in the same vicinity doesn't stop Jake from seeking him out another way, however.]
( Eddie. Are you okay? )
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It dawns on Eddie that he was home a little early from work. Jake often worked long, exhausting hours that sometimes worried Eddie. He was just a kid, after all, and should he really be spending his days hauling sand? Eddie had compiled things before to soothe any of the aches in Jake after work, though there wasn't too many supplies around for him to fall back on.
Maybe Jake was at work still.
Eddie relaxes at the thought, leaving the house entirely. They could walk home together. It would be nice. He knew the paths were probably a real nightmare right now to be working on, and that's enough to make him go a little faster. It's half way to where Jake was probably working that he hears Jake's voice in his head.
He comes to a stop, staring around, as if expecting to see Jake right there.)
(I'm okay. I'm looking for you, though. Where are you?)
(....There was definitely a quiet whine in his voice.)
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( Me, too. )
[It comes with a tinge of distractedness. It's an odd quirk of this psychic business, that he can be in such a hurry to see the physical person that he gets distracted in from the actual connection with their mind.]
( I mean, I'm looking for you, too. I went by the greenhouse but you weren't there so I'm heading back. Where are you? )
[Two ships passing in the night...]
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(Even through the mental connection, Eddie's tone was a bit strained. More than the affectionate drive to see Jake, he felt this odd urge to just open his mouth and let absolutely everything fall out that's been filling up inside of him as of late. The things he had spoken to Max and Clara about. The things he was worried that had pushed Richie away.
Eddie takes off at a run, and he clears ground quickly. For someone who spent most of his life being convinced he was terribly sick, Eddie was one hell of a runner.
By the time he gets home, he feels even more frantic. Not quite to a concerning degree, but his heart was in his throat. He kicks his shoes off at the front door and moves for his room. He doesn't even need to make it all the way there before seeing Jake finally. Relief floods him, and Eddie says nothing at all. He just walks right at Jake, plowing directly into him and throwing his arms up and around Jake's neck, walking against him to get Jake moving backwards. Nope. Time to cuddle, dude. Destination? Eddie's room.)
(That was stupid. You should have let me know you were coming to get me. I would have waited.)
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[The urge to flop down on any soft surface that will support him is present once he steps through the door, but it's surpassed by a different, more pressing urge that keeps him wired and on his feet. Some voice tells him he can't sit down until he sees Eddie.
Be restless all you want is something Eddie had said to him once, and he takes that to heart now, circling the house idly while he waits. He could get cleaned up but--it honestly doesn't cross his mind. He's still in the exact same condition when he hears light footsteps pattering on the floor and then--
Oof, he's being simultaneously body slammed and choked by one Eddie Kaspbrak. He couldn't mind less. Laughing, he follows Eddie step for step, like some bizarre ballroom waltz.]
( Right back at you. )
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Welcome to loving Eddie Kaspbrak. He's choked Bill out a few times, especially because the height difference.
In speaking of height difference...)
(You're getting taller than me, what the hell?)
(To be fair, Jake had already been a little taller than Eddie- who wasn't? But now...Eddie slides back to look at Jake, sulking fully because he had to tip his head a little to look at him now.
Yet. At the same time, he begrudgingly and...with an odd sense to be particularly honest...admits:)
(I like it.)
(They could probably talk normally, considering they were in the house, but speaking like this always felt a little more private. It made Eddie feel special. He slides his hands off of Jake. Or rather, slides a hand off of him. The other finds Jake's hand and he tangles their fingers together so that he could walk them a bit more properly into his room.)
(Next time we can let each other know.)
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( Am I? I guess you do look shorter. My dad always did say I'd grow like a weed. )
[Most boys might complain they're being outgrown, but Eddie's not like most boys.]
( I'd share it if I could. )
[He looks down at the tickling brush of fingers entwining with his own. Eddie does things like that, he's found in the time since meeting him.
The physical affection's always been comfortable and low pressure like much of their friendship, but he's extra glad to have that point of contact tonight. The warmth makes up for the chill of hauling around cold sand all day. He squeezes Eddie's hand lightly.]
( Are you sure you're okay? I just got this feeling like I needed to see you. )
[And when Jake gets one of those feelings, it's usually not a good thing.]
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(Excuse you. I don't LOOK shorter. You're just. Higher up. Maybe I'm growing too, Jake. But slower.)
(Normally he wouldn't really like the height difference, normally such a comment would make him insecure. But coming from Jake, looking up at him, it just made Eddie feel giddy.
The returning squeeze has Eddie pushing back up against Jake for another hug. He wonders how tall Jake had to get before he could rest his head against Jake's chest just by standing.
But he's lifting his head up to stare at Jake a second later. He looks oddly touched, and when he speaks, his voice is hesitant and surprised.)
(Really? You felt that way?)
(Normally it was Eddie who was hankering to find Jake. Or to touch him or- anything really. For Jake to admit as much back? It's enough to make Eddie go a little red.)
(I got the same feeling too. I almost cried it was so bad.)
(Or strong, rather. He reaches a hand up and rubs his thumb over a patch of dirt on Jake's cheek, being careful with the cleanup.)
(You're handsome.)
(Eddie has literally no idea what drives him to say that and his eyes instantly widen. He withdraws a hand and looks a bit like he had been shocked by something. He clears his throat vocally before slipping past Jake, grabbing at his hand again to lead them to his room.)
(I'm okay though. Are you?)
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can you guess. can you g u e s s
Now he's sort of wandering around, with the vague idea that he wants to see people. His friends! He's got friends here! That's so great.
Oh look, there's one of them. Will waves back, grinning a little, suddenly remembering the last time he'd felt this floaty and dreamy and weird. It had been waaaay back, weeks ago, when he'd first met Eddie. Funny how that works.]
get out of my hooooouse!!!!!
It had been probably one of the best days of Eddie's entire life.
Actually, it might have been the best day ever. Period. He still felt warm all over from it. And that desperate urge to see Jake had worn off after getting it out of his system. Now he just felt good in a different way, a more comfortable way. He still wanted to find Jake whenever he could, but seeing Will was a solid distraction that instantly had Eddie grinning from ear to ear. That's when he'd had this first floaty feeling too, and like then, he gravitates to Will instinctively.
He doesn't bother asking or signing anything. He just wraps his arms up around Will in greeting, walking right on into him.
Hello friend. He's missed you. And he missed being touchy with you, more importantly.)
not gonna i live here now
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Dangerous! Eddie feels himself blushing when Will nudges their foreheads together because hello! It makes their noses brush and that is.
Close.
To something. Eddie tips his head and lets his chin rest against Will's shoulder. He almost doesn't catch the Morse code message, but after a while he taps his own out: P E A C H Y. U?
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The question gets a slow nod. F E E L W E I R D.]
cw: attached video may induce a heart attack
He knows the feeling. He taps out: R E D J U I C E W E I R D.
Except it felt more, somehow. Eddie lets go of Will and looks at him properly. One hand goes up to fix Will's hair, pushing it a little bit away from the top of his eyes. He smiles at Will then, tapping on his forehead: H U G G I N G F E E L S N I C E.)
what a terrifying video wow how dare
W E D R U N K Is this what being drunk feels like?? He didn't even drink anything, he thought! Maybe it was that weird sugary Mexican Coke Majima gave him that one time??]
WE DRUNK. big mood, will.
He quick taps against Will but this time on his soft cheek. T R U S T M E. N O T D R U N K.
He backs away from Will, and then holds out a hand as if to say watch. Then Eddie proceeds to stumble around silently, wobbling his head back and forth. Instead of morse code, he signs:)
Drunk makes you clumsy and stupid. It definitely makes you affectionate too, but it feels... a lot less aware. This feels like all I can think about is hugging onto someone.
(He stops his little act and moves back to Will. He didn't want to be far from him for long. His fingers knot together, and he stares at Will, wanting desperately to hold one of his hands. But Will has pulled away from him before.)
we been drinking, watermelon
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okay i had to reply to this before crashing
#blessed
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cw: homophobic slur
and then i died :) :)))))
and then i died immediately after
i cry and my tears are tiny gay boys
oops
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Was that Eddie?
Mike just watches him for a moment, wondering what he's up to before crouching down next to him, hopefully in a way that won't startle him, but it's hard to get a person's attention when you can't call out their name first... unless it's raining. ]
Hey. Whatcha doing?
[ He has no idea how painful his face might be to look at now Richie is gone, having no idea said person is no longer here. He'll just smile brightly at Eddie though, in a good mood with Eleven back. ]
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He's so focused on his task that he really doesn't notice anyone approaching him. So of course he nearly jumps when the device comes out of no where. He almost drops his jar in the process but manages not to. He rests his hand over his heart, catching his breath, before looking up to see who it was.
When his eyes catch on Mike's face...Well.
It certainly is painful. He missed his best friend enough that for one awful aching minute, he prayed that this was just Richie. Richie without his glasses, Richie having learned how to brush his hair out. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. Richie and Mike might have identical faces, but they had completely different mannerisms and expressions.
Eddie's eyes sting for a second and he quickly stares down at the dust and carefully picks some more up. He has to gather himself before properly responding. Eventually, he sets his jar down quietly before finally responding to Mike:)
I want to gather samples of the red dust. If anyone knows how to really use a telescope I want to see if we can start studying it maybe. Who knows what this shit is doing to our insides? And maybe they'll find something. I don't know.
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[ Then he switches to his device: ] That's a good idea. I wish Mr. Clarke was here. That's my science teacher, he's really cool. This might be the first thing he can't explain at first but I think he'd be into finding out answers.
You've been keeping yourself busy? [ Mike gets the need to do that. You'd go crazy in this place if you didn't. ]
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He gives a little smile. He didn't really have any teachers from back home he could think of that would of helped or anything.)
He sounds really cool. I dont know if we got any scientists around here to help out but there's always people coming in and out of this place so it's worth saving. I'm gonna try and collect it from different places and events. See if there's differences.
Eeyup. (He gives the jar of dust a pointed shake as if to say, 'See?')
i feel like im already doing more with myself than back when i had to waste time at school all the time. what about you, fight club pres?
(Eddie smirks a teeeensy bit at that.)
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He sees your smirk, Eddie, and raises you one of his own. ]
It's a demanding job but the club is constantly growing and doing well, I think. [ Such an official answer, but he is president, after all. ]
Richie was calling me "Mr. President" which was kinda funny. How is he anyway? I haven't seen him in ages.
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That's good. Do you really like the shit getting beat out of you? (He's always had to wonder that a little.
Eddie's smirk is quick to fade. He sometimes does actually try not to be so obvious with his emotions, but there's a rapidly approaching cloud that falls over his expression and he's bowing his head, gathering up some more sand. Maybe a little rude to cut away from the conversation, but he needs a second.
Truthfully, hearing it from Mike probably sucked the most if only because he looked so much like Richie. Finally though, he gets back to his device.)
He vanished a while ago. (He decidedly does not look at Mike while typing this out. It felt particularly...awkward...considering.)
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I go to fight club so I'm less of a target to be beaten the shit out of than back home.
[ Something's wrong - that much is obvious from Eddie's face when he reads over Mike's mention of Richie. He frowns at the bad news before reaching out to clutch Eddie's shoulder. There's no point saying sorry, is there? Sorry won't bring Richie back. But the hand gesture is to let Eddie know Mike is around if he needs anything. ]