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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
From your mods:
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Why did that man turn to dust? That...that is not natural!
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They're just attacking everyone, I don't know why!
[Another comes and Arya pushes Shuri out of it's way and dives herself to the right to avoid the oncoming mace being wailed at her head. And then she's up again in a flash dagger out and getting in quickly before the man can get another swing around, throat slit. It takes longer for this one to dust as he claws at its own throat.]
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[Shuri's disgusted with anyone who would attack in these conditions. But hearing nothing in this place makes sense, because it seems so far removed from everything she knows. Which explains why she's so surprised when she's shoved to the side and Arya attacks again, making her stare at just how flawlessly the other girl can kill. The dusty display makes her gulp, and she stares at Arya for a second before nodding and continuing to run.
By the time they reach a place of safety, she's nearly gasping for air. Her side aches, and she presses a hand to it.]
You're just as skilled as any of the Dora Milaje. Where did you learn to fight that way?
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I was trained by faceless assassins. [You know, the usual.] There are some homes this way. If you'll follow me.