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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.
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It's with aching shoulders and dirty hands that a tired, dishevelled Jake returns to the house that evening. It's on the walk back that the idea starts to nest: he's looking forward to seeing Eddie.
Once it's there, the thought sticks, injecting a second wind into his steps. Jake sometimes returns with the more interesting stories on days he confesses to ditching work and wandering off the paths, but Eddie usually returns with treats and smelling of fresh greenery, an improvement on what a person smells like after a day rolling in sand. Eddie's become a fixture, someone he expects to see at home, someone he wants to see. After the past few months of death and disappearances in Reims alone, that's invaluable. And today that eagerness is kicked up a notch.
It must have been a long day for him, too. How are things at the greenhouse? It suddenly hits him he should've asked, and a little peevishness at himself wells up. He should've thought of that sooner. Is Eddie going to be all right getting home? The town might be relatively quiet again in the aftermath of the storm and the attacks, but Jake knows how he feels about the dust--it's a concern they both have, that it's doing things to their bodies, and the thought of Eddie walking home in it brings on a wave of misgiving.
Maybe if he's quick about it...
Swinging around to the greenhouse to accompany Eddie home is a case of poor timing on his part. He misses Eddie by minutes, and as such he isn't home when Eddie's calling for him.
But not being in the same vicinity doesn't stop Jake from seeking him out another way, however.]
( Eddie. Are you okay? )
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It dawns on Eddie that he was home a little early from work. Jake often worked long, exhausting hours that sometimes worried Eddie. He was just a kid, after all, and should he really be spending his days hauling sand? Eddie had compiled things before to soothe any of the aches in Jake after work, though there wasn't too many supplies around for him to fall back on.
Maybe Jake was at work still.
Eddie relaxes at the thought, leaving the house entirely. They could walk home together. It would be nice. He knew the paths were probably a real nightmare right now to be working on, and that's enough to make him go a little faster. It's half way to where Jake was probably working that he hears Jake's voice in his head.
He comes to a stop, staring around, as if expecting to see Jake right there.)
(I'm okay. I'm looking for you, though. Where are you?)
(....There was definitely a quiet whine in his voice.)
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( Me, too. )
[It comes with a tinge of distractedness. It's an odd quirk of this psychic business, that he can be in such a hurry to see the physical person that he gets distracted in from the actual connection with their mind.]
( I mean, I'm looking for you, too. I went by the greenhouse but you weren't there so I'm heading back. Where are you? )
[Two ships passing in the night...]
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(Even through the mental connection, Eddie's tone was a bit strained. More than the affectionate drive to see Jake, he felt this odd urge to just open his mouth and let absolutely everything fall out that's been filling up inside of him as of late. The things he had spoken to Max and Clara about. The things he was worried that had pushed Richie away.
Eddie takes off at a run, and he clears ground quickly. For someone who spent most of his life being convinced he was terribly sick, Eddie was one hell of a runner.
By the time he gets home, he feels even more frantic. Not quite to a concerning degree, but his heart was in his throat. He kicks his shoes off at the front door and moves for his room. He doesn't even need to make it all the way there before seeing Jake finally. Relief floods him, and Eddie says nothing at all. He just walks right at Jake, plowing directly into him and throwing his arms up and around Jake's neck, walking against him to get Jake moving backwards. Nope. Time to cuddle, dude. Destination? Eddie's room.)
(That was stupid. You should have let me know you were coming to get me. I would have waited.)
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[The urge to flop down on any soft surface that will support him is present once he steps through the door, but it's surpassed by a different, more pressing urge that keeps him wired and on his feet. Some voice tells him he can't sit down until he sees Eddie.
Be restless all you want is something Eddie had said to him once, and he takes that to heart now, circling the house idly while he waits. He could get cleaned up but--it honestly doesn't cross his mind. He's still in the exact same condition when he hears light footsteps pattering on the floor and then--
Oof, he's being simultaneously body slammed and choked by one Eddie Kaspbrak. He couldn't mind less. Laughing, he follows Eddie step for step, like some bizarre ballroom waltz.]
( Right back at you. )
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Welcome to loving Eddie Kaspbrak. He's choked Bill out a few times, especially because the height difference.
In speaking of height difference...)
(You're getting taller than me, what the hell?)
(To be fair, Jake had already been a little taller than Eddie- who wasn't? But now...Eddie slides back to look at Jake, sulking fully because he had to tip his head a little to look at him now.
Yet. At the same time, he begrudgingly and...with an odd sense to be particularly honest...admits:)
(I like it.)
(They could probably talk normally, considering they were in the house, but speaking like this always felt a little more private. It made Eddie feel special. He slides his hands off of Jake. Or rather, slides a hand off of him. The other finds Jake's hand and he tangles their fingers together so that he could walk them a bit more properly into his room.)
(Next time we can let each other know.)
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( Am I? I guess you do look shorter. My dad always did say I'd grow like a weed. )
[Most boys might complain they're being outgrown, but Eddie's not like most boys.]
( I'd share it if I could. )
[He looks down at the tickling brush of fingers entwining with his own. Eddie does things like that, he's found in the time since meeting him.
The physical affection's always been comfortable and low pressure like much of their friendship, but he's extra glad to have that point of contact tonight. The warmth makes up for the chill of hauling around cold sand all day. He squeezes Eddie's hand lightly.]
( Are you sure you're okay? I just got this feeling like I needed to see you. )
[And when Jake gets one of those feelings, it's usually not a good thing.]
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(Excuse you. I don't LOOK shorter. You're just. Higher up. Maybe I'm growing too, Jake. But slower.)
(Normally he wouldn't really like the height difference, normally such a comment would make him insecure. But coming from Jake, looking up at him, it just made Eddie feel giddy.
The returning squeeze has Eddie pushing back up against Jake for another hug. He wonders how tall Jake had to get before he could rest his head against Jake's chest just by standing.
But he's lifting his head up to stare at Jake a second later. He looks oddly touched, and when he speaks, his voice is hesitant and surprised.)
(Really? You felt that way?)
(Normally it was Eddie who was hankering to find Jake. Or to touch him or- anything really. For Jake to admit as much back? It's enough to make Eddie go a little red.)
(I got the same feeling too. I almost cried it was so bad.)
(Or strong, rather. He reaches a hand up and rubs his thumb over a patch of dirt on Jake's cheek, being careful with the cleanup.)
(You're handsome.)
(Eddie has literally no idea what drives him to say that and his eyes instantly widen. He withdraws a hand and looks a bit like he had been shocked by something. He clears his throat vocally before slipping past Jake, grabbing at his hand again to lead them to his room.)
(I'm okay though. Are you?)
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( Yeah. ) [There's a curl of bemusement to it. He interprets Eddie's surprise as being related to the cause of the feeling, not the mutual aspect of it, and he puckers his brow.] ( That's weird. Why would we both feel that at the same time? I didn't send that on my end. )
[His first thought is something to do with their psychic connection, but if Eddie hadn't meant to and he hadn't meant to...?
His thoughtful gaze refocuses as he spots movement coming toward his face. Eddie's hand, lifting to touch his cheek. He'd have asked if he has something on his face until Eddie goes and says that. Now he's really bemused and his eyes widen for a different reason--unexpected surprise versus the guilt of a Freudian slip.
Handsome. Handsome? He'd definitely said "handsome." That's not your usual friendly neighborhood compliment. Not from a boy in the middle of stroking your face and looking into your eyes and looking embarrassed to have said it.
That's...
Ah.
Once the thought settles into place like a building block in the foundation of a house, it's a wonder the house didn't come crashing down without it. Or maybe it was there the whole time and he just hadn't though to look at it more closely. He follows willingly enough, but he doesn't really hear what Eddie's saying.]
Oh, thanks.
[You know, about the... the compliment.]
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He does look at Jake about the question though, a little confused too. Now that Jake put more attention on it, Eddie did have to admit that it was a little weird.)
(I don't really know. I felt like I got hit by a train of Jake-feelings though all at once?)
(Which sounded ridiculous said out loud, but it was the most accurate way of putting it that he could think of anyway. Twelve year old boys were not exactly known poets, and Eddie certainly was no Ben.
Even though Jake doesn't really respond in any sort of way beyond a simple 'thanks', Eddie is aware enough of himself to realize he had nudged his toe over a line of some sort. Nerves open themselves up inside of him and he shivers a little.
Eddie forces himself away from Jake and wraps his arms instead around his own stomach. He approaches his bed and sits on it above the blankets, crossing his legs together.)
Sorry. Ignore that. I don't know why I said that.
(Because it's true. A voice- his own voice- murmured in his head and Eddie really couldn't figure out whether or not he had thought that out loud to Jake or not. He bites at his tongue and stares at Jake, feeling heat pricking his cheeks.
All he could really think of was Richie's silence and the way he had started looking awkward around Eddie. What if that began to happen with Jake all because of a stupid slip of the tongue? He nearly swallows his tongue whole and leans back against the wall behind him.
Eddie's barely graceful though, and so as he tries to think of a solution to his problem, he just winds up blurting out the first thing to come to mind.)
Please don't start ignoring me.
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He doesn't really know why, either, but he has Eddie-feelings to match. And it feels wrong when the source of them turns away from him. Suddenly and unexpectedly, it pains Jake to think Eddie's uncomfortable in his presence in any way; next to that thought, any questions raised by the compliment barely make a dent.
Frowning absently, he follows.]
I'm going to get your bed dirty.
[An announcement, right before Jake invites himself to sit on the edge of the bed with the other boy. He's still frowning when Eddie tells him to ignore what he'd heard, and then in the same breath, contradicts himself with a hasty request that has the ring of honest emotion behind it.]
Why would I do that?
[It's impossible to see himself doing that; his tone is disbelieving.]