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

[justbeingknife]

[ He shook his head. ]

I'm fine. All this red stuff's just dust from from the storm. What about you and Yuuri? You both holed up okay?

[ The whole reason he was still out, actually -- checking on a few others. ]

[poodlemom]

Yes, we're both safe. Already here when it started, so we simply bunkered down. [a good thing to have installed heavy, sturdy locks on the doors and windows. He'd still kept the lights on bright, hoping to draw attention of anybody needing shelter. Without combat experiences, he's useless out in the thick of it, but being a light in the darkness was something he could do. He continues to wave away the dust in the air, some catching in his throat to choke a cough or two from him. He clears up to ask]

Please, have a water. It seems to settle the dust, in my experience... [he needs some, that's for certain, he kept a store of fresh water bottles in the main hall for students. It's easy to reach for one and toss it to Majima]

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima didn't so much catch it as snatch it out of the air with his hand; depth perception or no, he always seemed to have a sort of instinctive sense for movement and space -- probably one reason he did so well at dance. ]

Thanks.

[ He wasn't feeling particularly thirsty, but Victor's reasoning seemed sound. He unscrewed the cap and took a brief swallow. ]

Mind if I stick around for a bit? Figure I'll pop back out once the wind dies down a little. Tough to see where you're even goin'.

[poodlemom]

I insist you stay! Going back out there is just asking for trouble... [Victor was staying by the door, hoping to be useful to people needing shelter, but the lock is certainly closed tight in the meantime. He couldn't deal with one of those fiends himself, that's for certain.]

[justbeingknife]

[ He bowed his head slightly in response; seemed only right. ]

Well, hell. 'Preciate it.

...But in that case, you got a towel or somethin'? Rather not get dust all over your nice floor.

[ And Majima had gotten to appreciate just how nice they kept this place. Hard not to, once you got more serious about lessons. ]

[poodlemom]

Haa, a little mess is better than you being hurt. Let me grab one... [he has a few set aside for the dance sessions, the upper room could get quite warm in the midday sun with the windows open. Victor flutters to get some, handing one to Majima to clean up with and tossing the other on the floor and shuffling it around with a foot. Clearly, Victor is the master of cleaning....]

[justbeingknife]

[ That was some dedication, all right. Majima cleaned himself off the best he could, leaving streaks of powdered red on the towel. ]

...Hey, Victor. Mind if I ask ya somethin'?

[poodlemom]

Certainly, ask away. [he's a little weary, but he's always weary here, so what's the difference?]

[justbeingknife]

Think you'll ever take up the locals on their offer? Or did ya already?

[poodlemom]

No way! I'm getting the hell out of here, Yuuri and I both! [Victor can actually yell about this, right now! He's been wanting to, naturally a very loud person to be stuck here.]

I hope you are, too!

[justbeingknife]

Yeah?

[ Majima wasn't taken aback by the shouting; far from it, something about the set of his shoulders relaxed. ]

Ha, you kiddin'? With all the shit I gotta do back home, no way I'm gonna stick around here. Besides, sittin' still ain't my specialty.

[poodlemom]

[Victor seems relieved, as well. He's always been pretty good with wearing a mask of coolness or covering up his problems by diving further into his sport. The confident look he has in response is genuine, self assured as anybody could be.]

We'll all get back home. Don't slack on me, okay? I'd worry about leaving you behind. [he'll put his hand out between them, wanting to shake on it. Hold him to it.]

shall we leave it there?

[justbeingknife]

[ Well, this was a pleasant surprise. Victor had the sort of sangfroid that had led Majima to believe he'd be all right even hanging around for the long term.

Majima took his hand. ]

You got yourself a deal.