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
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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[monomachy]

For her part, Diana is more than happy to spend her time with the children. It's... a nice change from the station, at least. Besides that, she'd been the only child to ever exist on Themyscira--sometimes, she feels she has more in common with the kids than people who are the equivalent of her own age. Still, she shakes her head.

No, I was more likely to run away from my teachers than be one. But I did gain a little experience teaching after I left. A friend of mine started a school, and needed some help.

Now that she thinks about it, she'd gained a little experience in a lot of things since being dragged away from Themyscira.

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky shakes his head with a little smile. She could be one of the more experienced teachers if she has any experience at all. At the very least, they've been smart or lucky enough not to assign jobs like that to him or any of the other people who seem completely unable to do it. ]

I wasn't the best student, myself. I was always getting into trouble or my friend was getting me into it.

[monomachy]

[That is a feeling Diana understands well, and it's hard not to laugh out loud. She actually presses a hand to her mouth to stop herself, with a firm mental reminder that any kind of noise is unacceptable. Even the children are silent most of the time, and she can't be less disciplined than her students.]

I was an only child for a long time.

[Forever, really, but she's learned that it's sort of difficult to explain.]

So I was good at making my own trouble.

[lednikovyy]

maybe it's an only child thing. I had three sisters I had to try to be a good example for. not sure how much I succeeded since the trouble found me, anyway.

[ Not that he hadn't found his own trouble, but he'd say a good half of it was Steve's trouble that he'd been dragged into. He'd always regretted none of it, but his mother hadn't exactly been thrilled about the bruises. ]

they were all good. I got into enough trouble for all of us.

[monomachy]

I had plenty of good examples to learn from, I just ignored them until I was older.

[Looking up to the warriors of the Legion didn't mean she was particularly good at following their example--especially when it came to self-discipline. Antiope had taken her to task more than once for being too eager to learn and forgetting her place. Even a princess needed to follow orders if she were to be a true Amazon.]

It sounds as if you had an exciting childhood.

[lednikovyy]

[ It feels like several lifetimes ago, but Bucky guesses it was exciting when he was living it. So many things have changed that the memories seem mundane now, but mundanity is something he craves a little. He doesn't want to be bored, but he wouldn't mind some cookie cutter aspects of life that he's been sorely lacking in being on the run. ]

it wasn't too dull. I grew up in Brooklyn. where are you from?

[monomachy]

[Brooklyn. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but she can't put her finger on why. So she shakes her head briefly.]

Where is that?

[And an answer, a moment later:]

I'm from Themyscira.

[lednikovyy]

New York. in the US.

[ She's not the first person to ask, not even the first person to name a place he doesn't know and he knows world geography better than your average guy. All the different worlds people seem to be from just keep adding to that list. ]

where's Themyscira?

[monomachy]

[Her face lights up--New York, of course. She remembers Steve talking about New York, and how he'd like her to go there after the war. The memory hurts, but not as much as it might have months ago. There's less pain, more fondness. It's... nice to be able to think of him without only the ache in her heart for company.

Diana has to think a moment, remembering the maps she'd seen, the path Steve had said he thought they took through the sea.]

In the Mediterranean, I think.

[lednikovyy]

I'll have to go some time if we find a way out of this place.
what's it like?

[ Bucky's been staying further north in Europe. Colder climates make it easier to pile on layers and hide his face and arm. The warmer it gets, the more suspect long sleeves and gloves and hats tend to get, but he can't say he doesn't want to see other places like that. ]

[monomachy]

[Diana smiles to herself, but holds back saying that he could never visit it, since it's hidden. Maybe because she isn't sure she could find it herself. Instead, a soft, nostalgic expression takes her face.]

Beautiful. The city is exquisite, all marble and stone. But outside the city is where the true treasures lie. Fields of grass and wildflowers, cliffs taller than any building that give a perfect dive into the ocean. And the beaches are covered in the softest sand. [A brief pause, and she adds:] Someone I knew once called it "Paradise Island," and he was there for hardly a day.

[Thinking of Steve does make her see more of the reality of the island, and she can't help but continue.]

But it was isolated. Before the day I left, the only people to set foot on the island were those born on it. And before me, no one ever left. My people do not take kindly to strangers.

[lednikovyy]

Sounds like someplace I know.

[ He doesn't expect Wakanda to welcome too many strangers, either. Bucky's incredibly lucky to have been welcome there. ]

I guess I shouldn't go looking, though, if they don't want to be bothered. What made you leave such a beautiful place?