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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[danzan]

[ As much as Logan doesn't expect the hug, he feels more relieved than he would have felt without it. He's stiff for all of two seconds before he ends up relaxing, and as weird as the man might smell (like a thunderstorm, a little bit), Logan dips his head and rests his chin on a broad shoulder.

He doesn't know every many people who can rival him in height and bulk, but this is one of those moments he doesn't mind being proven wrong.

Turning his head enough to scent at the man's jaw is pretty much Logan's equivalent of hugging a stranger back, but it's better than skewering him for coming out of literally nowhere. ]

[sparke]

[ thor isn't quite sure why he's hugging this man, why he's still holding on instead of stepping back, letting go, maybe apologising -- he isn't quite sure, but it probably has something to do with how the warmth of the embrace and their proximity eases something in his chest, makes some of the worry easier to bear.

it might have something to do with having thought that the man looked a little lonely, too. that he's not pushing thor away makes thor think maybe he'd been right about that assessment. he wants to help. ]

[danzan]

[ It's a good thing Logan's so simple, because a hug on its own already does wonders for him. Eventually his face just shifts to press into the guy's shoulder, and the arms that hung so loosely at his sides move to clutch at the sides of the man's jumpsuit at his waist. Logan doesn't hug back yet -- that stubbornness as far as affectionate touches go is the only difficult thing about this whole scenario -- but he could fall asleep like this, wrapped up in someone's embrace instead of sleeping with a pillow at his front and back to emulate it.

And he's so tired. Not just from the storm the other day, but from the circumstances that he thinks brought him here in the first place.

Lips to the man's shoulder, Logan mouths a 'thank you'. He doesn't know if he'll be able to decipher the motions, but hopes for the best. ]

[sparke]

[ thor would not mind it if logan fell asleep against him. he doesn't know where he'd bring logan, but he thinks he could pick him up and carry him somewhere comfortable. perhaps his own bed because that is the only one he knows here, but that would probably be even stranger than all this. though if logan needed the sleep -- well.

but logan remains awake and there's some movement of lips against thor's shoulder. he can't make out the words, but taking them to be a lack of protest, he tightens his hold around logan fractionally, pulling him in. it's nice, is all. logan is solid and warm and both tall and strong enough that thor can lean against him a little. ]

[danzan]

[ Jesus fucking Christ, he feels like a kid again. But it's not a bad thing -- when he was a kid, it was pretty much the only time he knew for a fact he was safe. That while things were hard, they were going to be okay.

His father hugged him firm like this, bringing little Jimmy into his chest to hide him from the big bad world. Logan thinks there's something horribly wrong with him to find that same comfort from a stranger, but as weird as the guy's scent is, Logan's seventh animal sense tells him that this is someone without a bad bone in his body.

So... okay. Logan's arms wrap back around him. The grip might start out weak, but that's because he's building up the admittedly embarrassing guts needed to tighten it.

Maybe feeling weak and wanting to be held isn't so bad. The noise in Logan's head has disappeared, and he huffs something that could be a fraction of a laugh into the man's shoulder. ]

[sparke]

[ thor isn't anyone's father and he isn't feeling overly paternal, but he is feeling protective. he doesn't know where it comes from; this man feels plenty solid in a way that hints at serious muscle and a knowledge on how to use them, and yet thor wants to make sure that he's all right. that he's being taken care of, that he's warm and safe and comfortable.

so he keeps holding on, pressing his smile against the crown of logan's hair when he feels logan's arms wrapping around him and holding on more and more tightly.

in response, he squeezes logan warmly. ]

[danzan]

[ All right, guy.

Logan's going to hug back for real now.

His arms wrap properly around him and he makes some kind of huffy exhalation muffled into his shoulder, but it's evolved from a hug to a sort of cling -- because he needed this, in more ways than one, and it's really messed up that it took getting to this god forsaken place to get it.

He shakes a bit while he holds on, but his fingers curl into fists into the fabric on the man's back as if to steady himself.

And very slowly, his spirit gets back to its feet while Logan pretends this guy gives a damn about him. ]

[sparke]

[ thor does give a damn. thor gives more of a damn that he reasonably should, given that he doesn't know this man at all and now they're holding on to each other like their lives might depend on it, like they can draw strength from each other.

that's how it feels to thor, though, and he lets out a little sigh, soft and pleased, when logan hugs back properly, holding on just as much as thor is.

they'll have to let go eventually, but thor isn't quite willing to do so yet. ]

[danzan]

[ Neither is Logan, and he's glad the man's not trying to, nor does he seem to give off a scent of apprehension of discomfort. Weird enough, though, he doesn't want this to be a one-off thing -- maybe not the hugging specifically, per se, but being around someone who radiates the kindness that this man does. He doesn't get a lot of kind people in his life. Though it's not something he'd admit out loud, it makes him want to keep everyone who is.

He pulls back, but only enough so he can tap at the man's chest to get him to look down at it. He'll write 'L-O-G-A-N' there with a fingertip, one letter at a time, done in a such a way that the other man will be able to read the shapes his finger makes from his position.

He smiles a little wearily, but points to himself with a nod. That's him. ]

[sparke]

[ thor is a little disappointed when logan draws back — except he doesn't draw away and the momentary sliver of dread in thor's chest eases again.

logan. a good name, that. a good idea, too, and so thor copies it, writing on logan's lower arm: T-H-O-R. he gathers the meaning will be clear. his name, in return for logan's. ]

this can work as a closing if you'd like!!

[danzan]

[ That being said (or rather, done), Logan nods his head in some promise he'll remember. He'd smile, but worries he'll look like he's cringing, so he presses his face into Thor's chest instead.

At some point he's going to step back a bit, to pull Thor along with him so they can sit in front of his house and lean against each other like that instead of stand around like idiots. Logan doesn't find conversation all that important, not when what matters is the fact that Thor is so close.

A little selfishly, he's going to make sure his scent sticks on Thor after. Press his face and cheek into his shoulder and neck -- all the places that matter. Logan wants Thor's scent to stick on him, too. It's a nice reminder that at least for once he wasn't alone. ]