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
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[poppycock]

( he's barely closed the door behind them and given the insides a once-over before the child is determined to pick up the thread of their conversation. the quiet, short moment of listening to the sounds of the building and scenting its space is cut short, but klaus is ever still hyperaware of his surroundings, considering his cargo.

(no one, he thinks with some surety, is here.)

klaus' charmed amusement perseveres; in return, what he'd like to comment is that this child certainly has imagination.

with a hand again of angus' shoulder, he leads him deeper inside. perhaps there's a towel and some running water to clean up and refresh. ) Well, clearly I'm right in front of you. Unless you have imagined me, ( he teases. more reassuringly: ) I assure you I am quite real. I was human, once.

work ate me :(

[iloveyousirs]

[Angus allows himself to be led, taking in the various surroundings. There's beds arranged in each room where beds probably shouldn't be, and various belongings scattered around the house. There's no people, though, and Angus wonders if the house is long abandoned or if there are other people here who might just be out in the storm still.

Eventually, there's a bathroom, with towels slung over a ring. Angus uses one, hoping he's not overstepping his bounds here, but he doesn't want to stay soaking wet forever!]

My grandpa always said my imagination was so big it'd get me killed one day, sir! But he died first before something like that could happen!

I don't think I have imagined you, though, but how did you start out human and transform into something else? Did a wizard cast a spell on you? Is it something harmful? Because I can try to undo it if you'd like!

[yeah, he's not that powerful, but Angus McDonald will always talk a big game.]

work eats me every week :(

[poppycock]

( klaus pulls in a short breath when angus mentions his loss, even if the boy seems to gloss right over it. he's never been rich with patriarchal, loving family members, but he can certainly grasp their importance. especially now, in endeavoring to be one for his daughter.

klaus settles into a seat against an old bathtub, reaching for a towel himself.

the least he should do in this boy's presence is clean the blood off his face. ) Well, I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather, and I appreciate the offer, but I'm quite happy the way I am. ( he smiles, but it doesn't quite his eyes.

perhaps not happy, but he wouldn't want to be different. he is who he was made to be. who he's chosen to be.

he lies, and doesn't, all at once: ) It means I can help people like you, who might need it.

You see, when I was a child, my mother cast a spell to protect her children, and it gave us powers, to protect ourselves.