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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[clussy]

(Praise Jesus.

When Logan says that he's staying in the garage, Eddie's face tenses up. He almost looks....It's hard to tell whether he looks more mad or upset, but his mouth tightens into a thin line, and then a second later he's staring down at his feet and forcing himself to relax. It wasn't like it was closed-off to whoever was coming in. People were allowed to stay there. Of course they were.

He shouldn't be such a little kid about something so dumb as a room. He sniffs and looks back up at Logan.)

Okay. Just take care of it. That's where Richie was. (So Logan had to be good about it. Not that...a garage could really be destroyed but. Whatever.

He gives a nod.)

There's a library here. Not all the books are in great condition. There's classes to go to, which are kinda interesting. If you're looking for booze, my friend Majima's got a bar. So that's an option.

[danzan]

[ Richie. There's a level of reverence in the way that Eddie speaks, so Logan doesn't even try to be difficult about it. ] Yeah, got it. [ Acquiesce sounds easy; he wonders if this Richie kid died or something, but given the steely quality to the kid's expression, that doesn't seem like a topic Logan should ever breach, really. ]

Not really lookin' for beer when I got nothing to pay for it. [ And sure, he gets the barter system. But the difficulty of figuring out how much things are worth and a distinct lack of anything to trade means Logan's realised what bits of his lifestyle are necessary and what aren't.

Maybe if there's another storm he'll want to drink for the idea of it. Since, you know, he can't get drunk. ]

But thanks, kid. Think I'll check the library out tomorrow. [ Because he's exhausted in more ways than one.

Logan finishes the last glass of water before putting it in the sink, back leaning against the counter. ] You've been here a while, huh.

That storm [ he makes a brief jerk of his head in the direction of the front door ] is that normal here?

[clussy]

(There was a lot about Richie that resulted in the sensitive reaction. Death was only a part of it. At least Logan seems to understand just fine to take care. A wise decision of Logan not to breach.)

Not really any money here. (Eddie gives a small shrug. He got on just fine with trading things.) Everyone wants something so it's usually easy enough to get whatever. Majima is pretty awesome. He'd probably be willing to figure something out with you.

(Majima might hand off stuff to Eddie no problem, but that didn't mean Eddie was going to take advantage of Majima's kindness and hand it off to whoever.

He does smile a little at being thanked, and his body relaxes a fraction of an inch. Eddie did like to be helpful.)

I hope you find something fun to read.

(He watches Logan move with careful eyes, before giving a small nod.)

No, it's not, but a lot of weird stuff happens with the dust. It seems to kind of be the source of- well. Everything. Or at least it feels that way. Careful about ingesting it. Kind of obvious, yeah, but really. If you see that shit, you should try and cover your mouth if you can.

[danzan]

[ Ingesting it, huh. Logan's pretty sure he must've swallowed some of it in the middle of the storm, but he didn't worry half as much as he felt he should have, in hindsight. The regeneration often meant that things along those lines were barely any threats to his health. ]

What happens when you eat it?

[clussy]

Well. I don't know about literally eating it, but I got a bunch of it in my eyes and mouth this one time? And I started - well. It felt like I no longer had a mouth or a face.

(It had been...really awful, to put it lightly. He even reaches his hands up to gingerly touch the corner of his mouth, as if wanting to prove to himself that yes, it was still there.)

I was thrown into an asthma attack. But people helped me. Water usually helps a lot. It took away everything. But then the next time when the dust came out, and it got around on everyone, we all lost the ability to see colors. Well. Except one person. One person for everyone was still colorful. So I guess it changes- but it definitely does something.

[danzan]

[ Logan takes all of this with a flat expression, but that's because he doesn't understand. And unlike most people, when he doesn't understand he tends not to mull on things -- accepting that he's an idiot means that when shit like this goes down, it's best for him to just roll with the punches. ]

Okay. [ It's... really ominous to think about, but Logan's just going to nod and commiserate. ] Sounds like shit.

Adding the dust serial killer monsters out there, [ he jabs his thumb in the direction of the front door ] I can't argue with you.

But thanks. I'd say I'll try to keep away from it, but it feels like we don't really get a say in that.