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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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Logan makes a brief scooting motion with his hand so he can sit without squishing the poor carpet (yeah, he's aware he's a carpet, but when you start thinking of him as a living thing...), then gives a pat to his thigh to indicate the carpet can sit on him again if he wants to. He pulls his own device out of his pocket, then looks between it and the carpet's with furrowed brows.
Sending the carpet a look, his head tilts back and to the side in something like disbelief.
He can't possibly type, can he? ]
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Well, then. Carpet splits his free tassel into "fingers" and starts typing--a little slowly and clumsily, and he has to fix a few mistakes from hitting the wrong letters, but typing nonetheless.]
My name is Fuwa-chan.
[Carpet sets the device down so it can be read; with both tassels free now, the other one splits as well, and he starts signing so that Logan's device can scan and translate the gestures. That should be a good enough demonstration, right? It's what Master actually wanted to know?]
Nice to meet you.
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Logan just watched him type.
His own device lights up when the carpet -- Fuwa-chan? Jesus, Japanese? -- starts to sign, and he slowly dips his head to take the words on the screen in.
Then looks back up. Fuwa-chan can... see him, can't he?
To be fair, it doesn't take too long for Logan to regain his composure, but the sight is definitely jarring. Every time he thinks he's seen it all, the universe throws shit like a sentient carpet at him.
He types, but it's slow-going, so he settles with a simple: ] I'm Logan. Why you smart?
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Magic!
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Logan frowns, pulling his head back a little to get a good look at Fuwa-chan, fingertips briefly tracing a pattern written on his... uh. Body? ]
You been like this a long time?
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I don't know exactly how long? But I've been alive for thousands of years!
[Get off his lawn, you damn whippersnappers!]no subject
What did you do?
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[An apt emotion, considering the ten thousand years of forced isolation, and what kind of life a slave that isn't even human might be expected to lead.]
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Were your masters good to you?
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[Ran away and took the lamp with him, because Genie didn't deserve to be left with bad people like those, either. Sometimes there were even more than the two of them, too; he's had escaped slaves as masters before.]
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Logan's hand ruffles briefly over Fuwa-chan's fabric again in what is most definitely an affectionate stroke. ]
That's good you ran away from the bad ones.
You fly pretty fast?
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Really fast! But not as fast as Supergirl. She beat me when we raced.
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[ Logan's not going to bother wondering why this is the most normal conversation he's had since coming here. He pats the carpet where he'd seen the nod happening, assuming that's a good estimate for where his head is.
Damn it, it's just like having a dog. Except the dog is sentient and probably smarter than he is. ]
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[Forgive how awkward that message probably looks on your device, Logan, he's trying to finger-spell a word he's only heard verbally before. Not only is there not a sign for it, he doesn't even know how to spell it.]
She looks like a human but she's not one. She has pale skin and hair and a red cape and blue clothes. She can fly too!
[So it's just like having Teddy?]no subject
[ If anyone expects anything even remotely resembling eloquence from him, they'll be sorely disappointed. Logan's just thinking something along the lines of mutant superhero, and that's all he really needs to know. ]
I'll keep a look out for her. [ Smiling slightly, he gave the signing tassel a pat. Fuwa was working harder than he probably ought to. ] She sounds like some friends I used to have, too.
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[Carpet nestles contentedly against Logan's chest; the man's thoughts about Supergirl probably aren't too far from the truth, to be honest. He's more curious about Master's friends--if they're like Supergirl, they must be nice people too!]
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[ Logan has got both arms at either of Fuwa's sides, holding his device out to hold with two hands. In his mind he thinks about Fuwa sitting on his lap with his back to Logan's chest, and weird enough, he feels paternal about it all. ]
Patient, kind, and strong.
I wanted to be like them.
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[Carpet nuzzles back into Logan's chest. There's no hesitation to the answer at all, even though they've just met; after all, Master is Master. And Master can't help but be Good, right? That's all he needs to know to have utter faith in him, whether anyone else would consider it warranted or not.]
i think we can end it hereabouts?? whether w/ this tag or your next one??
That he hasn't known Fuwa for long doesn't matter. If it did, Logan wouldn't have ended up here: seated, hand settled gently on the side of Fuwa that isn't pressed to his chest.
He smiles despite himself. It creaks around the edges (in motion, not sound) because it's been a while since he's gotten to do it.
He's grateful. But he feels that wrapping his arms around Fuwa and carefully keeping him in a loose hold is a better representation of that than any typed message could be. ]