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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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arrives ten years late with y'all's favorite starbucks orders
She holds Arya carefully in her arms, close against her to keep from jostling her too much, and she flies her to the clinic, her face twisted in worry. When she lands, she makes sure Arya is settled before looking for one of her... teammates? coworkers? She runs across Noël first and taps him on the shoulder, holding up a message on her phone.]
I just brought Arya in. She's been hurt. Can you look at her?
/sluuuuuuuurp
--Oh. She's brought them a person. A very unhappy looking person, probably an extremely reluctant patient, if them having to be literally carried inside is any indication. Noël gives Arya a slightly skeptical look, before nodding and gesturing to the nearest free examining table for Kara to set her down.
He shows both of them his device, though he's fairly confident he already knows the cause, even without taking a look at any of the actual injuries themselves yet.]
What happened?
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There's a lot of blood on her clothes. She's more worried about the clothes than the wounds though. They were clothes from home and she's not about to part with them.] I was fighting in the storm. A few of them grazed me. It's not as bad as it looks.
[HONEST!]
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[Kara folds her arms then, gesturing for Noël to get a move on. LOOK A WORRIED SUPERGIRL IS NOT A PATIENT SUPERGIRL.]
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[And her shoulder is just the one he sees first, good god. Noël studiously ignores Kara's impatient fussing as he soaks a gauze pad with disinfectant and gets to work cleaning Arya's wounds. He doesn't expect her to hold still, but squirming around too much definitely won't be good for her ribs if those got cracked or something.]
Try not to move too much, this'll hurt.
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When the disinfectant hits the gash on her shoulder Arya can't hide the pain, letting out a surprised cry and hiss.] Fuck-! [Such a lady, this one.]
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It'll only hurt for a second. [is she lying? maybe. She doesn't know! but she sure sounds genuine.]
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[It's just meant to be a scolding--but honestly, knowing the strength of her will based purely off what she was about to do to herself? He can't help the way the tone slides into an unspoken "Aren't you too good to whine, too strong for this to even faze you? Shouldn't this pain be nothing to you?"
Either way, it doesn't take long to clean the open wounds. And once that's done, he's free to reach for a gaudily candy cane-striped cane instead, with a snowflake engraved on the flat metal head.]
Neige apaisante.
[A quick gesture over Arya's head with it, and a small, fluffy white cloud forms. It starts snowing--but the touch of the snowflakes carries a cool, gentle tingle of healing magic as they fall. You may get a little chilled, Arya, but those wounds and cracked ribs ought to get fixed right up in a couple minutes.]