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

[ferrokinetic]

[ he doesn't have to tell her twice! lorna's only too happy to take shelter from the storm, slipping in through the open door and standing inside dripping like a drowned cat. under normal circumstances she might cross to the kitchen to squeeze the red water from her green hair, or peel off some of her clothes.

right now though, it seems like a good idea just to wait. it's his house, after all. ]

Thanks.

[kiljoy]

[And now she's dripping water and mud all over his floor. He didn't think of that. That needs dealing with immediately, Kilgrave gesturing for her to follow him through to the kitchen.]

You look like a drowned rat. Come dry yourself off.

[There's a sink at least, she can use that.]

[ferrokinetic]

Right.

[ she nods, worn-out now that the immediate threat has passed. using her powers a lot in a short space of time is still tiring. ]

At least it's not blood.

[ it just looks like it!! sorry about your floor, man. dripping her way into the kitchen, she sheds her jacket and slings it over a chair, turns on the faucet and sticks her head underneath until the water runs clear instead of rusty red. ]

Did you wake up here? [ called out over her shoulder as she turns off the faucet, squeezing out her hair into the sink. ] You're lucky you were inside.

[kiljoy]

No. I've been here for some time. How did you get here?

[He's watching her with a critical eye as she washes out her hair, leaning against the counter. Where are all these people coming from? This isn't at all like the previous arrivals.]

[ferrokinetic]

[ well, if that's not the question of the hour, she doesn't know what is. straightening up with a shrug, she lets her hair fall damp to her shoulders. ]

Wasn't convinced I was really here at all until I ran across you. [ not that the presence of another person makes it any less likely to be a telepathic construct. just a little more complicated. she crosses her arms and looks off to one side, in thought. ]

I woke up choking on that dust. I was in some town square, with palm trees. Then...everything went black and it was like I got pulled. Out of there.

[ this is among the weirder things that have happened to her, she has to admit. ]

Woke up in the street where you found me. [ speaking of which. ] You locked the door?

[kiljoy]

[He frowns at her story. So she woke up somewhere else and then got pulled here? That's weird. Anyway... He shakes his head.]

Don't have a lock. Keys make noise and that's strictly forbidden except when it's raining. So you're saying you got pulled twice? Once to a town square, then here?

[Curiouser and curiouser.]

[ferrokinetic]

[ her eyebrows lift, temporarily surprised out of her own wonderings. ]

Keys make too much noise? [ this is what happens when you miss reset room orientation. but his questions draw her back to the debriefing at hand, and she nods again. ]

I saw a sign for Lima. I'm guessing this isn't Peru.

[ unless peru is suddenly chock full of skinny white dudes. ]

[kiljoy]

Everything makes too much noise.

[Sadly for all of them. And Peru? He leans forward, quirking an eyebrow at her. Is she serious?]

No, this is France. Bonjour. [His French is limited to say the least. But he shrugs, offering a small smile.] You've come a long way? Where were you before? You know, back home.

[ferrokinetic]

Guess I'm not going to practice my Spanish.

[ his french makes her offer her own smile back. neither are languages she's overly familiar with. jesus though, france? it might as well be lima for as far as she is from home. ]

Yeah,, I'd say so. I was in Atlanta before this. [ although. given the way she left things back home... she tilts her head from side to side, as if to suggest "six of one, half a dozen of the other." her situation there isn't great either. ] Not that I'm complaining about the chance to lay low.

[kiljoy]

[Atlanta. She has come a long way. Then again, they all have. But now he's more intrigued by the fact that she was laying low.]

What, you were in hiding back in Atlanta?

[If so, green hair seems an unwise idea. Far too distinctive.]

[ferrokinetic]

[ his question gives her pause. there's nostalgia there, but regret too. ]

For a long time, yeah.

[ then, she seems to shake off whatever mood was threatening to settle over her. she looks around the kitchen, approving. ]

Not sure whether this is an improvement or not yet.

[ she adds that last with a conspiratorial smile like, who could think this was better, right? ]

[kiljoy]

[He smiles back, going along with the joke.] Well, I've been to Atlanta and granted, it is a shit-tip, but I think Reims might just surpass it. What were you hiding from?

[Was it something like the Sound Eaters? Or something else?]