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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[danzan]

[ His smile gets a little wider at that, a little less miserable. ] Yeah, I'm just trying to be nice.

[ Typically touch that hasn't been warned for would have Logan pulling his hand back. It's something about mistrust and trauma brought about by violence, that sort of thing. But tonight he's been feeling off to begin with, and so Logan spares a momentary glance at Raven's hand where it's close to his own, then returns the fleeting touch in the careful brush of his knuckles against hers.

They're all right. ]

[personify]

[There's release of tension when his fingers brush her knuckles, returning her touch. She peaks up at him after staring down at their hands for perhaps too long. Her smile is turning more teasing now.] So you agree?! You think I'm trouble. How. Dare. You.

[danzan]

If you disagree, your self-awareness is shit.

[ Both his brows lift while he gives her a shrug. ]

Saying "how dare you" doesn't make me any less right.

[personify]

[She's grinning now, playfully smacking him on the shoulder. Truthfully, Raven barely knows Logan, but something is making her feel at ease with him. Enough to tease and joke around, to feel comfortable enough to touch him at all.] As though you aren't trouble too. Please.

[danzan]

Yeah, but unlike you, I own it.

[ Man, it's a good thing his jumpsuit muffles little smacks like that. ]

Trouble ain't bad in small doses. Something like that.

[personify]

Fair enough. I'll work on trying to own it then. [How she's meant to do that she's no idea. But she'll do her best. She looks to his house a moment.] Settling in? The house I'm in all that was left was the living room. [Not much for privacy. Which isn't great for her, when she typically preferred to keep to herself on any other night except this one it seems.]

[danzan]

I stay in the garage. Nothing there but floor and wall.

[ He'd shrug, but it seems unnecessary, what with him typing everything. ] Least you have furniture, huh?

[ At least he's assuming she has furniture. ]

[personify]

I've got a couch. It's nothing to write home about though. Kind of lumpy, but it will do.

But I've slept in worse places. [She hasn't always had a home, after all.] You could probably find something to sleep on if you actually looked. Or do you like sleeping on cement?

[danzan]

[ His head cocks to the side in the minimalistic version of a shrug. ] I've slept on worse places than cement, too.

Don't ask for much. Seems stupid to expect anything from this hellhole.

[ His finger hovers over his screen as if he were about to type something, but he thinks better of it. Logan's face is pretty easy to read; the change in topic is palpable in the shift of his brows, the relaxing around his mouth. ]

I'll knit you a pillow.

[personify]

I don't expect much from any place. Still, I think you're overselling how much of a burden it'd be to find a bed. A cot, at least. [She's just going to shake her head at you. Honestly.]

[The offer he gives her, the way he shifts topics. Yeah, that wouldn't have been lost on even the most oblivious of people. It's nearly as startling as the offer itself. What might have he been about to say? Raven cocks her head.]

You knit?

[danzan]

I'm crap at it, don't worry. [ Like her image of him is "soiled", or something. Logan resists the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Job assignment. I made a pot holder.

[personify]

[Her image of him is confused to begin with, so the idea of him knitting only adds to that confusion. There's a smile on her lips, the mild flirtation fighting it's way back to the surface.] Well, if you ever do graduate to pillows, yes, be sure to send one my way.

[danzan]

I will.

[ Raven might think it nonsense, but Logan's already making a memo in his head. Mostly he thinks it's her smile that cemented it for him. ]

Got any colour prefs?

[personify]

[If he does make her own, she'll probably be touched although she'll try to hide it with a joke, no doubt.] How about yellow?

[danzan]

[ He takes a moment to look at her face, and then lets out a little huff. ]

Like your eyes?

[personify]

Oh, so you've noticed? [She's teasing, fighting the urge to laugh.] I just like the color too.

[danzan]

Wow. Thought you'd be more into blue.

[personify]

[Raven is giving him a withering look now. Honestly, why are you grilling her over this?] It's just a pillow, Logan. It's not life or death if I choose incorrectly. Unless this decision also leads to some terrible fate I don't know about? I just picked a random color I happened to like!

Make it whatever color you want and I'm sure it will be fine.

[danzan]

[ Now it's his turn to try not to laugh. ]

I was teasing.

[personify]

[Oh. She glowers a bit, reaching out to give him the most gentle of shoves. The action is more because she finds herself wanting to touch him than that she's actually upset with him. Her frustration fizzles quickly with the laughter in his eyes.] Oh, well I can't tell that when you're messaging me!

[danzan]

I know.

[ Logan will admit he's a little surprised by the shove, but it's really not that bad. He likes the friendliness. He likes that she feels he's someone she can be friendly with, or... something along those lines. ]

I'll see what I can do. Yellow pillow.

[personify]

I hate not being able to talk. [It's incredibly frustrating. But despite the miscommunication, it seems to be going well enough with Logan. It's strange, really. She doesn't know him well. But he's the only person here she's got any connection to at all.

She only has what she remembers of him in that kitchen. What he'd said about her future. What she might become. And then later when she pulled him out of the river and he hadn't remembered a thing.] Yellow pillow. I'll hold you to it.

[danzan]

[ He's already taking note of it in his head.

But besides that, he taps a quick note on his device at her. ] You should learn the sign language.

[personify]

[Reading it, Raven glances up at him. She should that's true enough.] I will. I'm pretty good with languages.

Are you going to learn it?

[danzan]

Yep.

[ It's one of the first things he decided when he found out it was a thing. ]

I can't type.

[ As evidenced by the single index finger tapping at the screen. Come on, Raven. ]