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

[prorenataa]

I think I can manage to be an adult about the situation. [ Adrien said, sounding almost prigishly prim, though he was still blushing a bit.

Then she began to shift them around, and really he was enough of an adult that if he had a problem with it he could have stopped her. Instead he moved with her guidance, glad that he'd taken off his boots so he didn't drag footwear onto her bed.

If he was surprised at the way she moved to settle against his chest, he didn't express any tension or concern, merely shifted his arm so she could get comfortable in against his side. That close, she would be able to feel that beneath the jumpsuit he was nothing but hard muscle and bone, any softness from his time on the station had been worn away.

Once she seemed settled, it was just the most natural thing to fold his arm around her shoulders, until his hand rested lightly atop her upper arm. ]

I don't imagine I'm the most comfortable pillow. [ He pointed out. ] This jumpsuit is not made out of the softest of materials.

[bossily]

[He wasn't exactly soft, but that didn't mean he wasn't comfortable. He was in a way that left her reminded of the Doctor, and all the times she had teased him about being a stick insect. With Adrien, she was less reminded of a stick insect and more reminded of a man who had been shaped by work and survival Besides, this way she could hear his heart beat. It was a nice and steady rhythm that calmed her mind and helped her relax.]

I don't care about soft.

[She didn't lift her head, but just nuzzled against him a little more. It was a friendly affection that made her smile. Her arm lazily flopped over him and she tapped a finger against his side. She felt drawn in toward him, toward the idea of just laying close like this. It was an easy sort of affection between friends that felt natural, and the red dust amplifying her want to be near him just increased her affection.]

I care about the fact that you're here, and that we're both adults who can handle sleeping in a tent without it getting weird.

[As tender as this cuddling was, she couldn't resist getting in a little teasing.]