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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.
OOC
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wildcard
Riley is not entirely human... or doesn't appear to be anyway. Not with his fluffy long silver tail and matching triangular ears on the top of his head.
He is completely at home in the kitchen, stirring pots or chopping vegetables. It's as he's setting plates on the island that he spots Rey. Riley offers her a small smile and pulls out his device in order to communicate with her.]
I figured after the rough couple of days we could all do with a good meal.
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That's what captures her attention initially, after her nose has led her to the kitchen area. The second is his appearance, though Rey's stare doesn't linger for more than a handful of seconds — out of both civility and a lack of surprise. Jakku had come with its own variety of alien life and culture, after all; curious as she is, and as lacking as her etiquette is, she knows it's not exactly tasteful to start a conversation with "what are you".
Unfortunately, that aforementioned lacking etiquette prevents her from much in the way of a greeting. She's nothing if not straightforward, and it shows when she takes his attempts to communicate with her as an invitation into the kitchen, hovering near the plates he's already started to prepare.
Her own fingers fumble for the device, curiosity flitting across her expression. ]
You made this for all of us?
[ Generosity isn't a trait she's encountered much, and though it boggles a bit, she won't look a gift horse in the mouth. After another second, her inquisitiveness gets the better of her again, question firing off before he has time to answer the first. ]
What are they?
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But Riley's learned that food is always a good way to get to know someone and suspects that anyone who had come in on the night of the storm was still trying to come to grips with what had happened. If any of them are like him than they have no idea what Earth foods are like either. Which ones might be safe to eat or not.
So even though he's only been here a few weeks himself, Riley is putting together all of his knowledge and expertise to make sure that they have something they know is good. That's both tasty and healthy. There might be a lot of food but it isn't only for two people.
He smiles at her question.]
That's right. Cooking is the one thing I'm good at.
[Which he's more than willing to share with the rest of the house.]
Well, I'm not from this planet so I created everything myself. This has an animal called rabbit used as the meat along with a few vegetables, spices and broth. Then I used some leafy greens and different vegetables to make a lighter dish. This is just rice and you can mix it with a soup called Cream of Mushroom that's pretty good or eat it plain.
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[ It's an absent observation, a confession she doesn't put much thought into. Veg-meat stored away in old rations hadn't qualified as anything so rich as meat, but the very notion makes her mouth water as she hovers, eyes darting from dish to dish.
She doesn't dare to touch, not yet; though permission has been given, she won't risk presuming to take without an idea of how much he's willing to share. How much they can share, at that, when Finn and Poe need to have their own fill.
Rey settles for seating herself instead, fiddling with utensils she's never had reason to use before. ]
What planet are you from?
[ One she's never heard of, she's assuming; none of the stories travelers had told her included tales of men with fluffy tails. ]