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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[paragon]

[ He almost raises a hand to forestall her speaking, but she catches herself before he can even lift it halfway, drops it again to reach into the pocket of his jumpsuit. There's some fleeting disappointment that she had, despite his near gesture. He doesn't like not knowing his limits, how hard he can push back against them, so the silence is somewhat suffocating in that way. They've certainly been told, but that's not the same as knowing for himself.

But more than that, he wants to hear her voice. The easy intimacy of the way they speak to each other, if only so he knows it's still there. ]

Haven't tried. You don't snore, do you?

[vdova]

Not that I've ever been told. I guess this will be finding out the hard way.

[ She smiles at him — and doesn't really want to be alone, at that moment. The realization that any noise will get her killed, even in a house, regardless of what it is chills her. He's a familiar comfort. She wants him near.

She moves to the side, just enough to give him room in her little nest. It's an invitation, one he doesn't have to take if he doesn't want to. But she wants him to. ]

[paragon]

[ He wants to. Feels it keenly, actually, but that doesn't strike him as so strange. He knows about missing the people closest to him. He's never been stupid enough not to be grateful for her, had worked hard to have her at his side in the first place. He's not embarrassed now to have felt the loss of it, or to have the relief show on his face. It would be a hard and thankless job keeping it from her anyway.

The blanket shifts slightly under his hand as he sets it down briefly preceding the rest of him. He meets her eyes, then glances down at the book in front of her without really seeing it. ]

I had a dream before I woke up here, but I don't think it was really a dream.

[vdova]

[ Her gaze becomes inscrutable, following his gaze down to the book, and she watches him for a second or two. ]

Coney Island?

[ She doesn't even need to think about what he's referring to — there's no point in thinking that he could mean anything else. She'd had a dream with him in it, about his past. The red dust that covered everything here had been there too. It was all too much to be a coincidence — this was a pattern.

Their hands are close together, a hair's breadth from touching. ]

[paragon]

[ He has to look away from her book to type his message, but when he's done he meets her eyes, watches her write her own. He nods after reading it a second or two too late, reluctant to break the contact, loathe to move from where they're so close to touching, but what he wants to say is slightly longer than those two words. ]

I remember thinking you belonged there.