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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[kimoyos]

[Shuri hears a male voice. It doesn't sound that much older than her friends back in Wakanda. It puts him roughly at her own age, give or take. Her heart is already racing, but it lurches and drops when she realizes that someone else is involved in this. Running is no longer an option. She turns and moves back toward her attacker and the boy that's trying to help her. He's laying back in the sand and she frowns, making quick work out of crouching at his side. He's bene punched, but will be fine.

Channeling what Nakia or Okoye might do, Shuri picks herself up and places her foot against the man's throat. It isn't in her nature to kill, and she knows her brother wouldn't want her to do it. Her mother wants to keep her safe and would tell her to choose to be gentle. But she knows that T'Challa did not get where he is today by being gentle. Following his heart and remaining passive is what nearly got him killed. A gentle heart makes a kind person, and it is hard for a kind person to survive in these circumstances. Her foot presses more firmly against the man's throat.

Nakia would kill him. But Shuri is not Nakia. ]

Is there a way to restrain him?

[She calls out to the boy, not looking away from her attacker. He's starting to lose the edge of being dazed, and is starting to thrash and ready himself to knock her off balance.]

[eachother]

[ thomas squeezes his eyes shut tight to try and stave off some of the dizziness from being knocked back, lifting his head up almost immediately to make sure the girl is okay despite the fact that his vision is still a bit swimmy. he blinks hard again, pushing himself up onto his elbows, and then over onto his hands and knees. he lifts his head to find the girl standing with her foot at her attacker's throat, and for a moment that seems like enough until the man starts to move again, struggling under the press of her shoe.

it's her question, the sound of her voice again that suddenly reminds him that they're supposed to be quiet. it seems pointless now, though, with all the sound the man is making as he starts to struggle harder, choking to get a breath while simultaneously trying to throw the girl off of him with intent to kill in his eyes.

thomas gets to his feet, stumbling a little as he rushes forward. ]

I don't— I don't know. Who is he, do you know him? Why is he—

[ the man lashes out, then, with unexpected strength, grabbing at the girl's ankle as he sits up, possibly in an attempt to throw her down. ]

[kimoyos]

You think this is my fault?

[She tries stomping her foot as her ankle is grabbed, and digs in with her other foot so she won't be knocked off balance that easily. Her foot against his throat presses harder, this time with the intent of cutting off his air supply. It's done in a stomp that she fears might painfully crush the windpipe, and she looks over to Thomas with a wild fear in her eyes.]

I woke up here and this colonizer thought he would just attack me!

[And she's really offended by that. But more than that, she's afraid. And it's her fear that enables her attacker to catch her off guard. He grips hold of her ankle tighter and pulls, and she goes falling back. He rolls over to hover over her, hands going to her throat. Shuri has to scramble to press both hands against him to keep him at bay.]

[eachother]

[ thomas doesn't necessarily think any of this is her fault. he doesn't even know her, for one, nor does he recognize the man trapped beneath the heavy press of her foot, but all he'd intended to gain in his messy questioning was a little bit of clarity in what the hell is going on. even if it's raining, this isn't the place for a fight of any kind, and with the red dust on top of everything else, well... it sets thomas a little on edge.

there isn't time to think, though. there's no time to weigh sides, though thomas isn't really sure that much is necessary from what he's seen already. and what she says? i woke up here. it catches thomas' attention.

she's a new arrival, just like he was a while ago. confused, just like he was. scared, just like he was. he can see it in her eyes. thomas' lips part as if he's about to say something, his hands lifting at his sides almost like he means to reach out towards her, but before he can say anything, before he can extend a hand to her, the man pinned under her foot knocks her off balance.

instinct drives him forward without even thinking the moment the girl hits the ground, and while he's quick, thomas is not fast enough to keep him from getting his hands around her throat for a good, solid few seconds before he barrels into him with his shoulder, sending him tumbling off of her, and thomas with him.

the two of them roll, one over the other a few times, and by the time they stop, thomas is pinned with one arm under his back, and his other hand pressed firmly under the man's chin, shoving his head back as far as he can so at least, if he starts to throw his fists, he won't see where he's throwing them. if he can throw off his weight, then maybe he can get to the small knife (used to cut fishing line) strapped to his ankle.

thomas turns his head slightly to look at the girl, grits his teeth against the sand and the dust in his mouth, and manages just three words. ]

Run. Stay quiet.