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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Comments

[rakuyo]

Are you afraid to meet such a fate, Sir Majima?

[justbeingknife]

What, of dyin'? Nah.

[ The answer was almost lackadaisical; it was only when Majima took one of the bar stools to sit down and set his elbows up on the counter that his sigh suggested it wasn't, quite. ]

Ain't been afraid of that for a while now. Not everyday someone drops that as a casual conversation starter, though. So why do ya ask?

[rakuyo]

I no longer wish to ask questions, for we are but ants, Sir Majima. [how's that for a casual conversation? Maria speaks with such matter of fact authority that it's clear her mind is long made up on what she says. Whether it be a belief or a conviction, she is certain of it.]

Our pain, our joy, our struggles... they matter not to cosmic machinations, too large to comprehend. [she shrugs back on her coat and reaches for her hat, fitting it on her head with care. With a turn, Mari lifts from her chair and straightens her clothing.]

Hold onto your fear, if you are comforted by it. If it gives meaning when there otherwise is none.

[justbeingknife]

[ If this was film noir, this would be the part where the mysterious woman who blew into the office left. Either way, it looked like the mysterious woman was about to leave.

So Majima stood. ]

Don't really know how. But I figure I can find my own meaning. Headin' back out there?

[rakuyo]

The hunt goes on and I shall rejoin it. [drive, duty, a sense of purpose.... Maria knows them to be ultimately pointless endeavors, but will continue to indulge. When faced with the knowledge she has, it is better to shrink back, take comfort in what you can.]

You have my uttermost gratitude, it shan't be forgotten. [he tips her hat one more time before taking her leave, her steps even and steadier than when she entered]