quietplacelogs | 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
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION

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[ Lucas only gets about halfway down her body with the buttons of her jumpsuit, but it's enough for her chest to be exposed to him and for now that'll do - that'll keep his mouth occupied as he bends his head to press kisses against her stomach. ]

Perhaps I'll burn yours. [ His gaze meets hers, eyes dark with want and under any other circumstance, maybe that look would be dangerous, but not now. ] Keep you naked in this room forever...

[ the look could be dangerous and his words creepy, but right now, dorothy doesn't consider them as such. right now, she revels in his intense focus, the depth of his want that's written all over his features. ]

Just get it off. [ she urges, lifting her hips to encourage him doing just that. at the same time, she starts fumbling with his jumpsuit as well, pulling it down one shoulder before kissing him again instead. ]

Easier said than done, Dorothy. [ He sounds a mixture of frustrated (mostly sexually) and amusement from her impatience. It takes a lot of pulling to drag the jumpsuit down her body, a couple of tugs to free them from her feet and she's a lot more naked than he is by the time she's kissing him again. He pulls down his other shoulder while they kiss, but eventually he has to break it so he can focus on leveling the playing field. ]

I'm not going far. [ He promises her as he gets off the bed. Stood up and separated from Dorothy, it's easier for him to remove the rest of the jumpsuit. A moment later, clad in his underwear, he stares from the foot of her bed at Dorothy lying there, his eyes roaming over her body. It's so... perfect, unlike his own, littered with scars. ]

You look... [ There are no words to describe how good Dorothy looks. ]

[ he's staring at her, heat in his eyes and so much else besides and dorothy feels breathless and desperate and mesmerised all at once — because he's looking at her like that, but because she's looking back, too, letting herself not just remember the hard planes of his body, the curve of his muscle, the scars pebbling his skin, but take them all in again.

but looking isn't nearly enough. ]

Yeah - [ she says, voice rough, and then she sits up to reach for him, fingers finding his and pulling him toward her again. she needs him so much closer. his skin against hers. ]

[ Beautiful is what he wants to say, but she always does and if there's anything else she looks right now, it's as turned on as he is.

He allows himself to be pulled, kneeling on the bed and taking the opportunity while she's not lying down to reach around her back and undo her bra. It means their chests can really be against each other when they kiss - again, such a contrast between the two, when Lucas' skin is covered in marks and hers is smooth all over. But Dorothy kisses him like she doesn't care, doesn't care if he's not perfect or deserved every gash he got, if he was a bad man when he received them. She kisses him like she wants to spend the rest of their lives together doing this.

It's not long before his mouth gravitates towards her breasts once they're uncovered, Lucas encouraging to her lie back down so he can press her back down into the mattress, nothing more than his underwear and the fabric of her lace panties keeping them apart now. He licks and sucks at the luckiest tit to get attention first, even grazes his teeth against it a little, her hands pinned to the bed by his own. ]

[ he pins her down, pressing her into the mattress and dorothy moans and arches against him, legs wrapping around his and pulling him closer, slotting their hips together. with nothing but cotton and lace separating them, she can feel the length of him hard between her legs. she can rub herself against it, too, seeking that friction.

god, he feels good.

she moans again when his lips and teeth find her breast; his name this time. with the silence they both live in these days, it sounds startlingly loud in the room and she wants to say it again and again until he's all she knows. ]

[ It does sound loud and almost seems to reverberate through him, but he knows the sound eaters won't come. They're safe here. Whatever they say - whatever sounds they make won't leave this room and silence is the last thing Lucas wants from her now.

His mouth returns to her lips but his fingers seek between her legs, slipping beneath the lace and feeling how ready she feels for him already. Still, he rubs at the wet heat he finds, applying more stimulation than what the weight of his clothed cock gave her moments before. ]

I know what you're going to say... [ Off with the lace too, he imagines, but he likes her like this, locking him in place by her legs, circling her hips for more. ]

[ they're safe here and dorothy feels safe. she feels safe with lucas, held down by him, surrounded by him, so close— and not nearly close enough. not even when he slides a hand between her legs, finding her wet and wanting, prompting her to moan again.

god, but she wants him. ]

Then do it—

[ she needs both of them to be naked. she needs him inside her. she needs him so much closer, and she tries to get him there by digging her heels into his backside, pulling him in. ]

Remember when I made fun of your bedside manner? [ Back when he was dying. Now he feels he ought to make fun of her in bed manners as well. But sensing her desperation, his own not far behind, he hurries to slide the material down her legs before she changes her mind about this (he'd stop if she did, but the way she looks, opens her legs to him and moans gives him the green light to keep going). ]

Later, I want to taste you on my kitchen table. [ Make a meal out of her with his mouth between her legs, but for now, he'll push his own underwear down so he's naked as her, before covering her body with his own, grinding his cock up against where his fingers dipped earlier. Flesh on flesh has never felt this good. ] Dorothy... [ Her name sounds like a whine, like he wants to be inside her now but maybe it's too soon for her. ]

Lucas —

[ it's meant to be chastisement, a response to his commentary, something stern to finally prompt him to take off the rest of her clothes, the rest of his, too. it's meant to be that, but then he talks about tasting her on the table and at the same time, he grinds up against her, his thick cock pressing between her folds. the name comes out as a moan instead and she feels another surge of wetness between her legs.

god, she wants him. she wants to come. she wants — she just wants. so she rolls her hips, rubbing herself against his cock greedily. ]

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