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

[vdova]

No, and no. They're too busy trying to kill us for me to get an answer.

[ She grimaces and stances, fists clenched, feet braced. Natasha is unarmed, but that's not going to stop her. ]

So I say we kill them right back.

[ She glances at Diana as she says it, giving her a small, cold, smile. ]

[monomachy]

[The answer is disappointing, but Diana had expected as much before even asking. Her attempts to get answers had also been unsuccessful, and there was little reason to believe that others like the first man would be more forthcoming. There was something... not quite right about him. He'd only been concerned with trying to kill her, and had made no effort to pause.

She smirks in return, rolling her shoulders to help rid them of the soreness of defense.]

We should try subduing them first. [There isn't much in her tone to say she believes it's possible--not with the way he'd been mindlessly attacking her. But it's worth a try, probably.]

[vdova]

[ There's disagreement mixed with acquiescence in her expression as she glances at Diana, lifting her shoulder in a shrug. ]

Be my guest, [ she says, taking a small step back. ] But I don't think it's going to work.

[monomachy]

[There are more figures beginning to emerge from the dust, most of them seeming to hold some kind of weapon, and her lips pull together into a thin line. If they noticed their accomplice exploding into dust, they don't seem to be fazed by it. Diana doesn't get discouraged very easily, but every one of her muscles still aches and overall it has been a very stressful day.]

You... may be right.

[She says it with disappointment. Though Amazons are a warrior people, she still prefers methods that don't involve killing, when possible. This doesn't seem to be one of those times, though. Even if these creatures aren't human, it's unfortunate.]

It can be quick, at least.