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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[kimoyos]

[She gave a little jump when he spoke up, and she realized that she wasn't alone. Being in a house full of strangers was unique in a way that Shuri both enjoyed and felt uncomfortable with. She missed Wakanda and her family, but also treasured the chance to get to do things without a watchful eye hovering over her.

The only reason she was up so early was that she had plans of getting to the hospital to try and gain some equipment to use. Being called out on being up early made her make a tch sound that was more amused than exasperated, and she gave him a confident grin.]

Just because I am young does not mean I like to sleep in.

[The early bird catches the worm and all that.

Instead of just standing to speak with him she went to look for a cup and some water. She wasn't about to assume that the tea he was making was for her, although she did give it a curious glance.]

[stealyoursoul]

I just got used to it being in a military operation.

[Whenever it felt like Leo finally got a chance to rest, there would be another issue to take care of. He glances at her one more time to assess her soul. No moving shadow, which meant she was pure. That was good. Leo would have hated to think someone so young had done something terrible in her past.]

Would you like any tea? There's-- [He opens up the cabinet and selects the ones he'd seen earlier.] --black, green, and Earl Grey.

[kimoyos]

[She tried to sneak looking him over, judging whether or not he looked like a military man. She notices him glancing at her and arches an eyebrow, but says nothing. Instead, she goes over to stand beside him so she can peer into the cabinet as well.]

I can make my own tea.

[It's said with a stubborn sense of kindness, an independent teenager that doesn't like people trying to take care of her. Smiling at him, she reaches over to take the black tea and holds it up for him to see. She isn't intentionally trying to be difficult. ]

But I would not say no if you want to wait on me, military man.

[stealyoursoul]

[Leo shrugs when Shuri says she can make her own tea as if say, 'Suit yourself.' There's a twitch to the corner of his mouth at what she says next, like he's someone who doesn't smile all that often.

He curiously doesn't grab anything for himself. The kettle is starting to boil by now, so he goes over, and turns it off. Foregoing any oven mitts, he just grabs the hot metal, and pours a cup of hot water. He may not drink, but he likes the feeling of warmth on his hands. It gives him a sense of normalcy, many days spent waking up to Henry and Emily Flynn having an early breakfast before starting their day.]

My name is Leo. Leo Flynn.

[kimoyos]

[His introduction makes her wryly smile, but that look vanishes when she notices that he's just grabbed metal that's been heated. Her eyes go wide and she makes a sound close to disbelief, rushing over to take the kettle out of his hands by the handle.]

Did your mother not teach you not to play with fire, Leo Flynn?

[It's not actual fire, but a heated kettle is as good as playing with it. And Shuri is concerned.]

[stealyoursoul]

[Leo grins and holds up his hand. There's not even a red mark to show for his troubles. Perhaps he shouldn't have worried the girl like that, but he sometimes he grows careless. It's easy to do when nothing can hurt him.]

The woman who took me in knew that I can't ever be injured by normal means. My powers don't allow it.

[Not entirely true as the scar that runs through his left eyebrow will attest to, but it's like looking at the smallest chip in a marble statue. He's never had a mark last otherwise.]