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

[byanyother_name]

[If the original intent wasn't for Carpet to develop to this extent of personality and self-awareness, that's...more excusable, at least. Still careless, but at least not as gross an act of negligence or cruelty.

There was a time when Kurama wouldn't have cared but those days were past.

The easy acceptance of Carpet's reaction to his ability is...kind of soothing. It's not a reaction he expects to be common, honestly, but it's nice to be not only believed but met with interest instead of anger at the intrusion.]

No, not a genie. It's a little bit complicated, though, since I'm actually several things that don't usually overlap. The mind-reading ability is something I received when I became...a minor death god, basically?

[gimmesometassel]

[A God? He's..... Allah? Admittedly, Carpet's grasp on religion is shaky at best, but that's the only God he knows of.

Have a headtilt of confusion. Allah is supposed to be all-knowing and all-powerful, right? He's like everyone's Master, from what Carpet understands of the situation. Even normal humans. So if that's so, then why would he be brought here by surprise and trapped just like everyone else?]

[byanyother_name]

[Oh dear. Right, cultural differences. Kurama shakes his head a little and tinkers around on his phone. He's not going to go into comparative religion. But he can give Carpet a flow chart based on the more monotheistic system his current employment is loosely based on.]

No, where I come from, there are greater and lesser gods. But it's more or less like this:

God/Allah
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Angel/Greater servant
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Composer/Lesser servant <-----Me
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Reaper/Least servant
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Human

[gimmesometassel]

[Oh..... Oh! So it's like a pantheon! That's simple! There's one big god and more smaller gods, who probably serve him--and then even smaller ones that serve those! And then there are humans, who serve all of the gods--and he's not on the chart, but he would be one step below the humans, and he serves them! It makes sense now--and moreover, being right in the middle like that is very impressive, in Carpet's (lack of) eyes.]

You must be really important!

[byanyother_name]

[That's probably close enough; Kurama is also simplifying a little, but Carpet doesn't need the entire ridiculous bureaucratic org chart. He just needs the main concepts.

The enthusiastic reaction to Kurama's own place in it all is unexpectedly cute. It's not actually untrue, he supposes, given that he is meant to be his world's first Composer...]

If I were home doing my job, yes. Here I'm just another member of the community.

[gimmesometassel]

You can't do your job here too? What do composers do?

[The mental images conjured up as he muses over it are, quite naturally, musical in nature--Kurama coaxing a soft, soulful melody out of a nay, or weaving something sweet and sinuous with an oud's strings. Isn't singing Allah's praises a form of worship, too?]

[byanyother_name]

[It's a very reasonable misunderstanding. Kurama himself isn't entirely sure why there are so many sound-based terms to this whole thing. He taps his chin lightly as he considers how to explain this.]

...Some worlds are being menaced by creatures called Noise, that feed on negative emotion and will breed until they destroy everything. The job of a Composer is to run what is called the 'Reaper's Game', where the souls of the dead destroy Noise and work at tasks set to them. If they win the game, they can be returned to life.

[gimmesometassel]

[Carpet pictures what sort of creature the Noise might be--perhaps a mass of horrible sounds given shape, vague and indistinct like the shimmer of a heat mirage, like some massive sleek hunting hound, with heavy fangs and scythe-like claws. Just being near it must be agonizing--the screech of metal against metal, the howling shriek of a savage sandstorm's winds, the sound of shattering glass, the overpowering roar of the Cave of Wonders collapsing on itself, the crunch of breaking bone, a woman's scream.....

He wonders if Noise is even here, on this world. Would Sound Eaters fear them? Would they hunt them? Is that why they're here? Maybe the silence they enforce actually helps to keep Noise at bay. Maybe if Kurama ran his game here..... maybe his game would destroy all the Noise and the Sound Eaters wouldn't need to be here anymore.

.....Or maybe he's thinking far too literally.]

How do people win? Do they compete to see who can destroy the most noise?