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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[voidmage]

[Good thing or she would have slid right off. Behind them, the lock slides to the side so that it will keep out the bad men who are out in the storm - it makes a quiet click even though she doesn't even move.

El rests her chin on her arm so that she can see the rest of the house as they move further into it.

And it isn't as if she knows where to go either so she just vaguely motions to the kitchen when he looks back at her. Shrugging to indicate that his guess is as good as hers of where to go.]

[danzan]

[ Though he heard the sound of the lock turning, Logan chooses not to ask about it. It's either a figment of his imagination or something else entirely -- and besides, what matters is that he gets this girl someplace to fix her up, and he goes to the kitchen just as she indicated.

Walking to the nearest chair, he lowers himself enough for her to get off him and sit down. Once that's done, he makes a gesture to her coat with his hand before jerking his thumb over his shoulder. That's gotta go.

It's been years since he's had to patch anyone up -- it's been years since Logan was at war and it was necessary -- but he likes to think he won't be presented with anything too awful. ]

[voidmage]

[Probably for the best at the moment. She wouldn't say anything about it anyway because El's not supposed to use her powers in front of other people. But she's already quickly learning that not everyone here is like her friends - people without abilities.

El lets go of his neck and plops down in the chair, even more tired than she had been. Yet doesn't miss it when he motions to the coat and signals for her to get rid of it.

So she leans forward to tug off the damp and dust caked clothing, setting it on the table. Thankfully the coat was thick and prevented the knife from going too deep.]

[danzan]

[ Without the layer of the coat in the way, the smell of blood on skin is far stronger than the scent of the coppery dust was. He crinkles his nose in response to it, then makes a brief lifting motion with his hands on the hem of his shirt to expose part of his belly. He doesn't need her to take it off -- he just needs to see the wound.

He takes his attention off her, though, to find some utensils in the kitchen. He fills a bowl with water and sets that on the table by the chair, then disappears to find a cloth, a rag -- anything, really, in this house that he can use to gently wash the dirt and blood away.

Logan returns as soon as he finds what looks to be a jumpsuit. It smells clean to him, despite not being worn for a few weeks, so he pulls a single claw out of his hand as he walks to cut part of it off to use as a rag. The remaining cloth is put on the table for later, and Logan dips the small piece in the water before bending to clean the girl's wound.

He'll look up, though, before doing it, waiting for her go signal -- if she's okay with this. ]

[voidmage]

[She lifts the shirt just enough that the wound is visible and other than the blood smeared around it, is relatively clean. Only a small hint of the red dust to be found it was mostly covered by cloth while roaming around outside.

El watches as he moves around the house, carefully taking note of every action so one day she can do it herself. When he disappears, her eyes remain focused on the doorway he went into.

Then he's back with some kind of clothing and her eyes widen when a shiny metal claw extends from his hand.

Please hold while El processes this information.]

[danzan]

[ Logan's brow raises in response to her stare.

He's following her line of sight to the space between his knuckles, though, and understands mutants must not be commonplace here. So to appease her, he lets the blade come out again, but only half an inch forward -- anything longer would be more tempting to touch.

The look on his face is a quick you satisfied?, and then he dips his head and sets to work gently washing the blood and dust away from her skin. ]

[voidmage]

[El has seen a lot of strange things lately but a man with metal knives in his hands is a new one. But he doesn't seem to want to use them on her or threaten them with her.

Once given the chance to see it again, El is slightly satsified but also more curious. Wondering if a bad man did that to him too.

She sits still while he cleans the wound and her gaze is still focused in on his knuckle. More curious than wary now.

Only when he's done for the moment does El touch his hand where the blade had come from then pulls on the sleeve of her shirt until three boxy numbers appear - 011, tattooed onto her skin of her left arm. Points to the numbers and then to herself, indicating that that's who she is. Eleven.]

[danzan]

[ The numbers surprise him. They don't look like a personal tattoo, not in the least, and that's made even worse by the fact she's a kid. Immediately his mind drifts to experiments and weapons and abuse, but...

He nods his head. Eleven. All right.

He spits in his hand and mixes it with the dust on his body and writes 'Logan' on the table. Points to himself after.

Then -- a moment. Under that, he writes 'Weapon X'. It's not something he enjoys introducing himself as, but supposing the girl comes from a similar background, he's thinking it might have some effect on her.

He cuts the jumpsuit up again, this time into long strips. He uses those to wrap them around her midsection, firm but not too tight. ]

[voidmage]

[If she knew what he was thinking, El would tell him that's exactly right. Well, once she knew what abuse was. For now they'll just both have to keep their thoughts to themselves until they can talk.

She does the same and writes 'El' on the table as well. That he doesn't have to call her the full name if he doesn't want to. It would be preferred on her part as well.

As curious as she is about the second thing he writes, she can't ask about it. Though guesses that maybe bad men gave him that metal claw.

So she simply waits until after he's bandaged her up to touch his hand again in the same spot and point to 'Weapon X'.]

[danzan]

[ Logan's about ready to put the things away when El's hand fingers brush over where his middle claw had come out. He catches her gaze, then moves from that to what she points out on the table, and nods his head. She's absolutely right.

The claws themselves hadn't come from bad people, but the metal had. In Logan's mind, that certainly counts.

Gently moving his hand away from hers, he lets his claws come out -- all three of them now, but only about half an inch from his hands so she can see. He touches the tip of his finger to the end of one, nicking himself, and then shows her the wound.

And how it closes on its own.

Logan smiles wearily.

Someone who couldn't get hurt with claws that could cut through anything? He's a weapon, indeed. ]