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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
MOD LOG #3
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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[ how come these guys got swords out of nowhere and tetora has to work to get his own back? tetora swings at the woman running up to majima, diverting her attention to himself as he pummels her face in until she explodes into a cloud of dust. they're drenched now, head to toe, with red dust mucked up by the water sluicing down their bodies. this will feel disgusting soon, tetora knows. as soon as the rain clears and they're back to their self-imposed silence, it'll feel like a dream again.
at least they got a good fucking run out of it. tetora's back hits majima's and their shoulder blades skid against each other through the wet cloth. tossing his head back, tetora calls out to the older man. ]
It's been a pleasure.
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Don't talk like this's gonna be the last time.
[ God, if it was, what a fucking downer. The last one on Majima's side went down, gushing red dust out of the side of his neck. Only when the figure fell to its knees did it disintegrate, just like the rest.
Majima wiped his blade clean on his suit jacket; rain ran down the cutting edge. ]
Gonna head back?
we could probably wrap up
[ he's not interested in the ifs or possiblys that comes with his own statement. he counts on this being a one-off, certainly, because tetora knows how flimsy luck can be when it's assumed to apply to whatever situation presents itself needing it. that said, he'll be sad if he's proven right, too. this has been so much fun. ]