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

[gotyourselfapilot]

You had to do what you had to. But at least with being here and with some help, this room won't be so bad.

[ Rey probably didn't need the help with setting up the family room in anyway she wanted. But if she would want it, there was help that would be easy to get. Poe thinks about the extra curtains and blankets he had gathered with Jan the first couple of days of being here. They went looting a house several minutes away from the community. When he noticed that she had gone, he gathered what wasn't needed in the garage, but left what she had already put up.

Poe gives a nod at the confirmation but he wouldn't further question Rey on that topic. ]

Some of them do, but not in the way of how we look. Others can bend in certain ways and move in certain ways that only a very flexible creature would be able to. There's some that seemed that would be able to blend in the forest, looking as if they were made out of leaves. The people that were attacking everyone when they died turned into sand. A new occurrence from what I've seen.

[ He looks concerned while pressing his lips together. Everything sounded really maddening and if they had been somewhere else, it could have been seen as hallucinations. Poe didn't quite believe his own words even if they were real. ]

[purpose]

[ You had to do what you had to do draws a surprised glance from Rey, but she stays mute on the subject. He had known of her when they had met, after all; she can only assume that Finn had told Poe more than she had originally assumed.

Tempting as it is to probe him further, the topic at hand deters her quickly. Her eyebrows pinch in bewilderment and concern, glancing to the area behind Poe's shoulder as she thinks about her encounters. Somehow, knowing her assailant hadn't been human is a comfort after having witnessed the sickening crunch of the woman's bones and her pained thrashing, almost inhuman in its movements. ]

Is that common? [ After a moment, she clarifies: ] Facing those things here.

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ He very much knew of her. The one perviously here only told him a few things. It could have been Finn or more likely BB-8 that could have told him more about Niima Outpost. He had only heard of the name and some man named Plutt that had ran it. But not the full detail until he was reunited with his droid and whatever Finn may have told him. Poe's constantly on the move, their base on D'Qar had been temporary. They could have been sought out at any given moment from the First Order if they weren't careful. He's used to sleeping very little or even in x-wing's in hyperspace. You did what you had to do.

The attackers were very real. Poe had gotten stabbed in the hand through his palm but had Akira heal him. They weren't human as he had witness one turning to dust after he watched a woman beat one to sand. Later he would be doing the same with a bat, but he couldn't bring himself to really beat on any that didn't have weapons. ]

Those things were different. This was the first time I encountered something as that here. It may not happen again but we can be more prepared if it does. Their weapons were real but they vanished as soon as they had turned to dust.

[ It's weird to think that maybe the red dust was being manipulated in some way. ]

[purpose]

It almost sounds like a story.

[ The type scavengers would use to terrorize young children into behaving, no doubt. Jakku's entertainment had only ever consisted of mythical tales and what could be spun out of words, or whatever one could get their grubby fingers on through trade and scouring, but so many had come with a grain of truth when she'd encountered the figures involved.

Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca, Han Solo — every fable she'd grown up on had been, at its core, true.

More's the point, she wouldn't doubt Poe, regardless of how far-fetched it sounds. Finn trusts him, BB-8 trusts him, General Organa trusts him; by extension, so does Rey, concerned as she is about the place they've both landed in. ]

Are you sure we're safe here?

[ The house, she means, but she leaves it open to interpretation. ]

[gotyourselfapilot]

It does, doesn't it? I could tell better ones.

[ He's heard quite a few stories that he could tell Rey if she only asked. Even if she wanted to know more about Luke Skywalker, before she encountered him. Poe rubs an arm knowing that her journey to see him didn't turn out the way they had hoped. Lor San Tekka had been right about not everything hinges on Luke. Perhaps the balance of the galaxy would be on them. Poe wasn't truly sure if he was ready for that. Was anyone truly?

The stories he could tell while being here would still seem maddening. Poe wasn't sure how to truthfully feel about that. But knowing that telling a story about escaping the Finalizer and stealing a TIE fighter had saved him from Jakku's heat and earned him some water that he desperately needed. ]

It's as safe as it will get. I've been here a short few months so far. I haven't moved from the house, I know others who took on their own homes. I enjoy being around people. Helps fill in a connection or a void, the company can be really good too. Even though it's dangerous out there, you find ways to adapt. While growing up I learned pathfinder skills too, how to stay quiet.

[ Not just flying but that's what he did the most anyway. ]

[purpose]

Then you'll have to tell me someday.

[ Of these other stories he could tell. She's nothing if not curious, inquisitive nearly to a fault now that she's begun to experience a world beyond Jakku, and she views it for the opening it is to relate, to connect, to someone General Organa and Finn alike regard as important.

As for communing with strangers, she keeps tight-lipped. Poe, it would seem, is more used to seeking out company — a sociable creature. Fifteen years in relative isolation and solitude hasn't made her equipped to reside with strangers without looking over her shoulder, skeptical and wary, and — above all else — slow to trust.]

I'm glad to have you and Finn here.

[ By strange coincidence, but she won't look a gift bantha in the mouth. She can't say the same for others in the house when they're merely strangers to her, but it's a sincere sentiment all the same. Her lips curve, an attempt at a faint smile, before she gets back to the matter at hand.]

Have you built traps around the house?

[gotyourselfapilot]

What story would you want to hear?

[ Poe could start from anywhere. If Rey wanted a more specific story he could tell her. Maybe both her and Finn at the same time if they haven't heard it already.

In order to gain trust in anyone, he needed to be a tad bit open towards strangers. But even trust can be thin as ice that was ready to break and crack under their feet. Poe constantly questioned motives of others. If he could find people that were willing to band together during the right time and situation, he might be able to find new friends or people to trust. ]

Me too. Even though it would be better if we weren't. But there could be a moment of peace here given the situation. As much as it's annoying to stay silent and on your toes almost all the other time. There is a life here. It's just a matter of how you make it.

[ Poe's been learning to deal with not being able to talk. It was hard for him constantly. Sometimes he would get misunderstood and it was okay, he just re-explained himself in those times. ]

I never thought about creating traps around the house. If you think they will be necessary I wouldn't mind helping you set them up. It's probably not a bad idea.

[purpose]

I don't know. Something happier.

[ Something happier than war, than a community whose safety hinges on silence. Dismal stories have their purpose and their lessons, but she's had enough of grim outcomes and disappointing discoveries. ]

We were living on our toes back in our own world. It doesn't feel so different here when you think about it that way.

[ But they have each other, regardless, and Rey will latch onto that familiarity and grip it tightly. ]

I'll scavenge supplies for the traps, then. It shouldn't be too difficult.