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
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[blacksky]

[Elektra stares at him in disbelief. She's used to people assuming the worst from her, but she hasn't even done anything to earn that impression yet.]

Of course they're the "they." I'm not going to punish the locals for being surrounded by monsters who want us all dead. That would make me a monster, wouldn't it?

[danzan]

[ Logan just assumes the worst automatically, really. Even more so now that he believes he's caused the end of the world with his failure.

Remembering the place he'd woken up in before the storm, how everything was broken down and destroyed... it reminds him too much of the Sentinel War. ]

I don't know what makes a monster. [ Whatever it is, he thinks maybe he'd make the cut. ]

You read the information pack on the device yet? About the shit that goes down here.

Sound Eaters hear you breathe from God knows how far away. Don't think you can make it into their nest and live.

[blacksky]

Please. Everyone knows what makes a monster. I might be one, mind you, but I'm not heartless enough to cut down some scared women and children to feel better about myself and the situation I've found myself in. That's what cowards do and I know I'm not one of those.

[Just so they're clear on that. She shrugs off the rest. She could explain she can slow her heart and lungs down to a crawl, but where's the fun in that? A girl needs to have secrets.] I did some reading. That does pose a serious problem in my plans to murder them for wanting to murder me. I'll have to give how I'm going to kill them serious thought. I do appreciate your concern though. It was very gentlemanly of you to point out the deadly flaws in my plan.

[danzan]

[ Oh, God. The attitude makes him want to roll his eyes, but in his fatigue Logan only ends up slumping his shoulders just a bit. He'd pinch the space between his brows, but that seems like something Elektra'd find satisfaction in. ]

Thanks. [ Maybe the sarcasm travels fine even in text form. He doesn't know. ]

I hope you're not the obsessive type.

[blacksky]

[She definitely would since annoying people is half of her life. Case in point, sharing the truth only after she ranted about something that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She can only hold a grudge against what she perceives to be mindless animals for so long.]

Only when it comes to death cults. Otherwise I'm actually quite easy going. What about you or am I the only one sharing today?

[danzan]

[ Uhhh...

Even without typing it out Logan's face pretty much spells that out. He presses his lips together, letting them curve down into a frown. ]

I can be.

But I don't act on impossible shit.

[blacksky]

[She narrows her eyes curiously.] So what is possible here? What are you going to do with your time?

[danzan]

Resource gathering. Figuring defence strategies.

[ He'd shrug if he weren't working so hard to type. ] Understanding this place and how different it is from home.

And protecting the kids. I guess.

[blacksky]

[Those are all practical goals. Once her ego stops being so wounded she thinks that's likely the best use of her time. She keeps that to herself for now.] You guess? I don't think that's something you can guess on.

[She's poked enough. There's something she's actually curious about.] Did you pick that house on purpose?

[danzan]

I didn't know we were allowed to pick.

[ He doesn't try to defend himself about the hesitation -- the uncertainty with whether he can keep the children safe or not. It's not something he's sure he can do, but he hasn't been sure of a lot of things since the War broke out back home. ]

But it's OK.

Kids are better than adults by miles. Less bullshit to wade through.