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

[danzan]

[ Words surprise him, and Logan's a little too fresh from the kill to react to them with more than a rraarrg! at first. But he catches himself, claws retracting in an attempt to show he means no harm through his actions, and tries not to suspect the worst of the man.

If this guy isn't trying to attack him, then he should be fine for now (Logan is aware this is an incredibly low standard of distinguishing between people, but it's all he can afford in the middle of this panic scenario). ]

You need shelter? [ Anyone who would have "offered to help" must know some fighting, but Logan's got to make sure first. ]

[kiljoy]

I think we all do. I was going to ask you the same thing.

[Surely he would have noticed a man with retractable claws before, right? He glances up, examining his face. Nope, never seen him before. Another newcomer?]

[danzan]

[ Another newcomer indeed, though Logan's barely figured that out. He's too busy thinking about the shit he has to do in this storm. ]

I'm staying out to help. [ Hell, standing around here is already wasting his time, so he goes ahead to: ] You need to go somewhere, I'll take you to shelter. Yes or no?

[kiljoy]

[Well, that's far too altruistic for Kilgrave. But on balance, is it safer to have the man with clawed hands on his side in this storm or go off on his own? A no-brainer, that one. He nods.]

Yes. Let's find shelter.

[And unlike the newcomer, he knows this town. Even with low visibility, Kilgrave has an idea of where the nearest shelter is and he turns that way accordingly, glancing back to see if the stranger will follow.]

[danzan]

[ And Logan does follow. He stays behind the other man for the most part, on high alert with his claws unsheathed.

It's just more convenient, especially when his head turns sharply and he's suddenly disappearing into the mess of rain and dust. If the guy wonders what it is he's doing, the distinct sound of metal piercing flesh and Logan's own snarling might be enough, muffled as it is around all the noise.

He returns, though, and flicks off the blood-dust that'd covered his knuckles when he sunk his claws into them. ]

You know where you're going?

[kiljoy]

[Well, he was right about this guy being a convenient guard. Kilgrave glances at his blood-flecked hands but doesn't comment, yet.]

Course I do. What's your name, by the way? So I can thank you later.

[They've turned down another street and they're heading for Kilgrave's house. It's not the only shelter around but it belongs to him so it's his preferred choice.]

[danzan]

Logan. [ And he leaves it at that.

He's not here looking for appreciation, and he's not here looking for conversation. The guy's welcome to continue talking, but Logan's too preoccupied with eliminating threats before they come up to attack.

And the ones that do attack, well. Logan takes every hit before stabbing his claws through them. He makes it look easy, probably, but human assailants are a thousand times easier than any fucking Sentinels. ]

[kiljoy]

Kilgrave.

[He'll introduce himself in return at least before Logan deals with another attacker. And when he's done with that, Kilgrave indicates those lethal-looking claws.]

How'd you get the claws?

[No trying to be polite or dance around the subject here. He's simply curious.]

[danzan]

[ A blunt question receives a blunt answer in turn: ] Born with them.

[ There's a muted thudding sound, and then something wet not unlike a hospital bag being pierced. ]