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
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[prorenataa]

[ She has one hell of a shove, he will definitely give her that. It takes Adrien a couple of those precious seconds to shake his off the blow and reorient himself before he's jumping back up and into the fray.

While he can appreciate that she appears to be moving to try to incapacitate her victim, he's not inclined to be as peaceful about the situation. Darting around, so as to avoid her punches, he comes in from behind and delivers a blow to the back of the dust man's neck, easily snapping his spine.

The body explodes into a shower of rust dust and falls. Which might mean that Adrien had better hope he doesn't end up on the receiving end of one of Raven's incoming punches! ]

[personify]

[She does wind up punching Adrien right in the face, but it's his luck that in dusting the man, Raven falls backward midstrike which pulls a lot of the force away from the strike. And it's lucky for her she's got a cat like grace, twisting backward in such a way that she winds up landing not flat on her back, but with a handstand and then back onto her feet.]

[prorenataa]

[ It still hurts!

Reeling back from the blow, he covers his face even as he grunts out his disapproval of getting socked with a fist. Hand over his nose, she's getting a bit of a glare, even though it was his own damn fault for dusting (pun intended) her original target.

The glare is tempered slightly with an expression of approval for the artful way she flips out of what might have been a fall for anyone else. Still, he's holding his position and lifting an eyebrow in an unspoken,

'We done throwing punches for the moment?' ]

[personify]

[The indignant look he's giving her as he holds tight over his nose, elicits an almost instinctual response. It reminds her so much of Charles, she can't help the returning eyeroll and long suffering look. She hadn't meant to do it!]

We should keep moving! [Raven shouts to carry through the wind to his ears.]

[prorenataa]

[ Eyerolls and long suffering looks are universal language and Adrien's left briefly wondering what he's done this time to earn them???

Before he can think to ask, she's yelling at him about keeping on the move and he knows she's not wrong. Standing in the middle of these streets just seems to draw more of the dust people to them, which would be a curious thing to explore were it not also incredibly dangerous.

Glancing around, he points off behind her left shoulder. ]

I was headed that way!

[personify]

[It's just his fault for having that face, Raven can't help herself! She turns to where he points and starts off in that direction.] Alright then, let's go! There's got to be some shelter somewhere!

[prorenataa]

What? And leave our friendly welcoming committee? [ He sounds almost serious when he says that, looks serious as well, but that gives way to a rueful acknowledgement of her point and he quickly falls in behind her. ]

I honestly thought they'd have cake at least.

[personify]

I prefer pie. [Raven is exhausted, but she can still manage the joke. Moving slows and she points.] I think there's a house or building over there! [Assuming he'll follow suit, she starts to run towards it.]

[prorenataa]

[ Least they get into a pie vs cake debate, Adrien focused on her latter statement. ]

Let's hope either no one is home or if they are, they don't mind uninvited guests.

[ He breaks into a jog in an attempt to keep up with her while still keeping an eye out to ensure nothing comes up behind either of them. ]

[personify]

[She she reaches the door she finds it unlocked and quickly barrels inside. Raven spares a quick look around to be sure they aren't running into another fight inside the home. But no, it appears to be empty.

Once he's in she'll quickly close the door and look around for something to barricade it.] Where are we? Do you know?

[prorenataa]

[ He had the same thought and was already moving across the floor towards a busted up sofa. No good for sitting but it looked solid enough to act as a barricade. ]

Not a fucking clue. [ He responded to her question. ] Which makes this entire situation somewhat amusing, or at least exciting.

[ He gave the sofa a nudge and yep, it was heavy. ] Can you help me with this?

[personify]

[There's a glare as she looks at him, moving forward to help him with the couch. Raven's stronger than her frame might suggest. Not anything remarkable but enough to be somewhat surprising.] You think this is amusing and exciting? Really? There might be something wrong with you. Perhaps I shouldn't be barricading myself in here with you.

[prorenataa]

I can safely assure you there is a lot wrong with me. [ Adrien agreed and he didn't sound particular apologetic or embarassed by the statement. ]

I can also safely assure that, unlike whatever is going on with those creatures out there, I'm not currently a lethal threat.

[personify]

[That did make her laugh, despite the horrific shit happening outside. Stepping away from the boarded up door, Raven started to have a look around. It is a home. Or maybe it was once, anyway. It didn't look like it had been lived in in years. Red dust layered over everything.] That's fair enough. At least you aren't trying to kill me. I'll have to take that as comfort.