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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[flyguy]

[The look would bother him if he hadn't seen the consequences that come after such looks. He's bearing those scars already. He doesn't fear looks anymore. It is the fuel he's craving for a confrontation though. Kind of hard to fight a guy who mopes 24/7.

He returns it with an hard face.]

You know that's the least of what I want to do to you.

[Is there a day he's going to look at Bucky and not see the man choking the life out of his mother? He has to have hope and assume so, but it's not today. His hands flex and—]

But you're right. I lost my cool. [A pause.] I'm working on it. Not hating your guts isn't as easy as turning off a light. There's no switch to flip. I can't snap my fingers and just make it happen.

[lednikovyy]

[ If there was a switch like that, Bucky would have found it by now. It might quiet the voice in the back of his head that reminds him that he's a monster whenever he tries to forget. This is just his life now. He's easy to hate and he deserves it. Hell, he'd told Steve he probably wasn't worth all of this. ]

No kidding. You want to hit me? Do it. Don't pull innocent people into it.

[flyguy]

[Tony looks away struggling to keep his own anger back. The urge to do something is strong. Idly he holds up his hand, off hand wrapping around the wrist. Around the watch there.]

If I hit you I’m not going to be able to stop.

[It’s an admittance that pulls all the wind out of him. Because that’s not him. He’s killed people, but they’ve always been in his way, wouldn’t stay down. The last time he was angry like this he was rushing off to the Middle East left and right to destroy weapons that were his.

... He looks back at Bucky.]

They’re kids, not soufflés. I promise losing a race won’t damage their fragile egos. They lose five a day to me.

[Let children win? Please, psh. But anyway... He rolls his shoulders and drops his hands, shoving them into his pockets where the tech on his wrist can’t hurt anyone.]

But message received. You’ll beat me like Sunday school if I take any more digs at your surprisingly chaste emotions. Anything else?

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky almost snorts, barely catches himself. There's nothing chaste about him. There hasn't been in a long time. He hadn't even wanted to play with the kids. He'd done it because Stark had goaded him into it and sure, he'd enjoyed it. Kids remind him of who he was before the War, not just before he was the Winter Soldier. In some ways, he'd been just as naive as Steve had been back then and he'd give a lot to have his worries boiled back down to his sisters and mother and Steve and making sure they were all fed and warm. Those worries seem simple compared to what he has to contend with now.

He starts to type something, deletes it, bends to pick up his rabbits and shakes his head. What does he say to that? There's nothing he can do to fix any of this. He can't even fix himself, so he just turns to go.

Stark knows where to find him if he changes his mind. It's not like Bucky can't take a few dozen punches. It's the very least he could do. ]

[flyguy]

[It’s not until Bucky’s been out of sight for a bit that Tony turns and throws a punch at the wall, stopping a few inches before contact. The rage that covers his face isn’t close to what Bucky saw. So much for keeping his feelings to himself. Using children? Really? This isn’t working. He won’t say he can’t do this, he dislikes saying he can’t do anything. But, like everything else here, he needs to be able to tolerate Barnes by yesterday.

It’s hard to make sure a man makes it home in one piece when you want to pulverize the life out of him every time you see his face. New plan: he’s calling Kara.

Also he probably should have mentioned now that the kids have played with Bucky they’ll seek him out. So. Welcome to his hell Barnes.]