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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
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
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Expecting the same mindless violence, her eyes harden as her hands finally fall away to sink into the ground, but the blow never arrives. Quickly, it registers that he means to help her, a rare kindness that has been too few and far between in her life. Survival of the fittest had been Jakku's way, an unspoken agreement between most scavengers; a week away from that unforgiving environment hasn't diminished her expectations, but that makes his act of compassion that more powerfully appreciated when what he's done for her clicks.
Not trusting her voice, she nods, coughing out dust as she falls back. The nauseating crunch of bone ringing in her ears makes her stomach twist and turn, but she doesn't peel her eyes from the sight, even as she remembers the stench of blood and the shrill screams puncturing the air as she'd seen men torn to shreds by razor-clawed creatures. ( Even as she remembers how she'd once felt like a monster, prowling around Kylo Ren with a lust for blood singing in her veins, until the earth cracked around them and brought her back to herself. ) ]
Come on! [ Impatience seeps through her voice, and as tentative as she is to establish tactile contact after so many years deprived of it, her slender fingers curve around Steve's wrist to pull him back from where the woman writhes and shrieks, bleeding out red dust. ] I won't leave you behind.
[ Not even at the risk of her own safety, regardless of whether the man in front of her wants to play the hero and sacrifice himself for her. She tugs again as the woman starts to rise to her knees, squeezing her eyes shut and sending her careening into an invisible building with an invisible shove, chest heaving with the adrenaline and suspense of it all. ]
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Hurry!
[ the body curls up on itself, the sounds inhumane and feral, and steve almost yells out for the girl again. they're not going to have time, if the woman gets up again, steve doesn't know if he'll be able to swing at her, looking at her face. still, he prepares for it just in case, a sick, twisted sense of understanding settling somewhere under his ribs. he doesn't know what will happen, if the girl takes too long. he doesn't think he can reach forward and pull her away without risking them both. the only thing he can think of is to keep the attention of the crazy woman and hopefully, pleadingly give the girl enough time to get up.
that's when the hand wraps around his wrist, and her voice breaks through his trance. steve blinks, looking to her - i won't leave you behind - and then the woman, slowly rising to her knees. thats when the body careens off and that's when it all feels a bit like it comes crashing down and steve suddenly feels like maybe playing the hero isn't the best idea. ]
Right, yeah- [ he drops one hand from his bat, letting her grip around its wrist tug him away as his eyes hover on the body for just a second or two, stumbling over the dust as they walk, before he turns to join her. ] C'mon, this way! [ he motions off towards a nearby building, just needing to get out of the open, glancing back over his shoulder to see if the woman is following as they run off. ]
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There isn't any need to, in the end, when he shakes from that daze as if he were trapped in a reverie. She knows that look with an intimate familiarity from having emerged from bloodlust herself, puzzled and dazed by how the violence had overtaken her until there was only the shrieking in her veins and the pounding of righteous fury at her temples. His nausea is her own in these moments, but the only comfort she can extend to him is the insistent pull of her hands as she takes off without warning in the direction he's specified.
The feral woman has already risen to her hands and feet to leap after them, but it's with a sliver of space between her outstretched hand and the scratchy material of Rey's tunic. Her leg bends behind her to kick at the body, sending her hurtling just a few inches away, but the opening is all they need to clamor into the building.
She shoves Steve first to ensure his safety, and then comes tumbling in after him. There isn't any guarantee that the woman won't invent a path for herself, pounding relentlessly at the door with her sputtering and hissing, but Rey ignores the rattling as she flattens her back to the squeaking door. ]
She isn't real, [ she says between panting breaths, now that they're alone and relatively safe. It sounds like a consolation, but Rey knows very little in the art of comforting anyone, herself included. ] That's what the others said. She's not human.
[ And, even if he'd slammed her head harder into the ground, he wouldn't be a killer. Not even in the loosest definition of the word. ]