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

get out of my hooooouse!!!!!

[clussy]

(Eddie felt like he had when he drank with Jake except without all the uncomfortable parts of drinking. It was just the light parts. The parts that made his stomach flutter and ripple, that made his heart jump wonderfully. Similarly, Eddie had spent hours daydreaming about his roommate/new bff and... Even gave into that. They might have had a pretty intense cuddle session for both their sake.

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

[deadboywalking]

[Even though Will is sort of hazy-minded, part of him is still surprised when Eddie floats on over to him for hugs. He blinks a couple times before slowly hugging back, nudging his forehead against Eddie's. After a pause, he'll tap, Morse code: U O K A Y?]

>:|

[clussy]

(Oh Will. Accept your fate as a friend of Eddie's. He hugged people just fine without the influence of uh...Whatever the influence was this time.

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?

[deadboywalking]

[Eddie reminds Will vaguely of the one time Lucas's mom's cat had kittens, and there was one that always wanted to be curled up in someone's arms or on their shoulder. Somewhere close and warm and safe. Eddie's a lot like that.

The question gets a slow nod. F E E L W E I R D.]

cw: attached video may induce a heart attack

[clussy]

(Eddie was fiercer than a kitten thank you very much. This kid was at least as vicious as a dog okay. Give him some credit.

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

[deadboywalking]

[Will blinks a couple times, going a little cross-eyed as he tries to look up at where Eddie's Morse coding his forehead. Then he frowns, woozily concerned all of a sudden.

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.

[clussy]

(Eddie's nose wrinkles up at once at the insinuation and he has to cover his mouth before a giggle can escape him. It was funny. Eddie always thought he was a little clueless, but Will has big-eyed and more innocent than Eddie ever was. Then again, Eddie ran with some pretty rough-edged people. No one stayed innocent for long when knowing Richie Tozier.

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

[deadboywalking]

[Will is learning so many new things today. He reaches up, rubbing thoughtfully at his cheek as he watches Eddie reel around, then nods and steps forward.]

I understand. How do you know? [He's going to make it much harder to sign now, hand swinging out to grab onto one of Eddie's, without thinking this time. Before it was -- before Majima had been there. And Majima is nice, he's understanding and kind and has never hurt or yelled at Will. But Will wants to be sure.

They're alone now, though. So Will squeezes Eddie's hand, placidly.]

[clussy]

(It was funny. Eddie had all sorts of friends did all kinds of things children weren't meant to do. Things like smoke and swear like sailors. Being from the fifties really normalized a lot of that, and yet, as Will asked him how he knew, Eddie felt a moment of embarrassment. Would Will think he was lame or stupid for drinking? Jake hadn't been so impressed, but he had been amused at least.

Eddie bites his lip, but before he can properly answer, Will is grabbing his hand and Eddie goes pink. Majima had been there, but then there had been the time where Will had pulled away from him with the music. He stares at their hands, feeling a burning up sensation in his belly. Right. He had been asked a question.

He digs his device out since signing with one hand was next to impossible. Eddie squeezes back and finally shows him his phone.)

I got some vodka I put into some lemonade and drank it a while back. It was kind of fun. Tastes really gross though.

[deadboywalking]

[Perhaps things are different because of...the dust or the position of the moon or. Something. Will is sure there's something. Either way, something in his chest settles when their fingers tangle together.

The explanation makes him scrunch his nose thoughtfully.] how come you drank it if it tasted gross?

okay i had to reply to this before crashing

[clussy]

(His thumb slides idly over the side of Will's hand, and it feels perfectly natural. Were he of sound mind, he might have just shrugged and said that he wanted to see what it was like. That had been true the first time he ever took a sip of alcohol. That was a couple months back.

This time though it wasn't exactly true. This time....

The effect of whatever the hell is going on makes Eddie feel a whole lot more honest. So he's honest.)

Being around certain types of boys sometimes makes me do really stupid things.

#blessed

[deadboywalking]

[Will's already gently confused expression gets even more confused, brow furrowing deeply. He looks genuinely concerned now.]

you mean like...peer pressure? [William, no.]

Re: #blessed

[clussy]

No.

(His answer is immediate and easy.)

i've always been a loser. there's no point in me giving a shit about peer pressure. besides, he wasn't pressuring me to do anything. I actually am 90% sure he thought i was being a dumbass, but I made him laugh so it was worth it.

(Eddie is getting one of those really stupid, tell-tale smiles on his face. He doesn't really know if that's going to make sense to Will, but...)

[deadboywalking]

[Maybe it does make sense -- more sense than Eddie knows. Even if Will doesn't fully understand it. Even if his chest seizes up oddly, an old, dull ache he's gotten used to ignoring flaring under his ribs at the mention of a "he".]

who?

[clussy]

(Eddie had odd turn-overs for denial himself. One moment he didn't think about it at all, what he was implying, like right now. Then the next, he charged into something without giving a damn, even knowing what he was implying.

After recent conversations he had though, he's feeling more bold, more honest, and with Will's hand locked up in his own, it makes him feel brave. Maybe that's why it's easy for him to answer Will then. He gives Will a look, and then after a second, a smile.)

Jake.

(Of course.)

Making boys laugh is nice. I'm not that good at it, but I like it.

[deadboywalking]

[Will watches Eddie for a long, serious moment, turning the question over and over and over in his mind. He almost doesn't ask it. He wants to. He almost doesn't.

He does.]

do you like him?

[clussy]

(And this is where Eddie rolls back over into denial. Not instinctively. More because he is fairly unfamiliar with what it's like to have feelings for another person. It hardly helps that the thing with Jake is still soft, new. Hardly defined, even to Eddie himself, and so he doesn't feel flustered at the question, because he figures Will isn't asking That Question.

He figures he's asking if he likes Jake as a friend, which, of course he does.)

Of course I like him. He's one of the best friends I've made here.

(And there it goes. Eddie doesn't stop to think about how...he..definitely had been talking about Jake in a not-entirely-platonic way. And with some realization of the fact! And yet....

This kid could be a real dumbo sometimes. But they were twelve, so this was barely shocking development.)

[deadboywalking]

[Will isn't positive whether he's relieved or disappointed at this response. It's the logical response. It makes perfect sense.

But he still lets out an inaudible sigh before nodding.] he's really nice, yeah. i'm glad he didn't make fun of you.

[clussy]

(Eddie wasn't exactly sure why he felt so nervous, truthfully. It was creeping under his skin and he felt guilty for some reason he couldn't quite pinpoint. His hand in Will's grip was a little sweaty.)

He's

Yeah
He's special. I dont think Jake would ever make fun of anyone. He's jsut not that kind of guy. he's something else entirely, you know? he's like.

he's worth it to make him laugh and get him smiling. it's like. (Eddie wiggles his free hand around his device, trying to figure a way to express his feelings without Expressing them.)

some boys are just. really.

they're really something else. i dont know how they do it.

[deadboywalking]

they're frustrating.

[Will isn't thinking about anyone in particular nope, nuh-uh, shut up.]

[clussy]

Yeah they are.

(Though Eddie is now looking at Will, both of his brows raised. Yeah no. Sorry bud.)

who are you talking about?

keywords are relevant

[deadboywalking]

[What who what nobody's talking about anything Will widens his eyes in a desperate attempt to look innocent.]

nobody. i'm just talking in general.

[clussy]

bull.

(Eddie considers Will for a long second before casually looking away. A second later.)

for the record i like making you laugh too.

(W O W.)

[deadboywalking]

[Awww, Eddie. That was cute and awkward. Will is going to very hesitantly smile? Is that the proper response?]

you're good at that.

[clussy]

(It wasn't awkward!! Eddie stares at the hesitant smile and he exhales a long, silent sigh of exasperation.)

boys ARE frustrating.

so who frustrates you. we can play the guessing game but there's only three boys here our age so it isn't gonna take me long.