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

[personify]

[Now you've made Mystique feel bad, Eddie. She didn't mean to make him think that his friends might be dead. She does look apologetic as he types back. Her life has gone one direction thus far, so cynicism has wrapped itself around her like a glove. But she doesn't have it in her at this point in her life to stomp on the hopes of a child. She's not passed that level of heartless just yet.] I'm sure they're okay. You're probably right. [She'll try to believe that too. At least for the moment. When she's alone again to ponder it all, who's to say how she'll feel.]

His daughter? What's she like, I don't know her. [It's hardly a surprise that Logan would have one. These things were bound to happen and he's been around for quite some time too.]

[clussy]

(It was all right. Eddie did at least know that even dead people could usually come to these kinds of worlds. It was a weird situation to be in, truthfully, and Eddie tried to remind himself that nothing at all was set in stone. Unfortunately, he himself was a bit of a pessimist.) I hope. I know death isn't really certain. I've met people in this world and the one before who had died before coming to the new worlds. It's really weird.

(That might be for both their sake that he explains that. If a reality-warping clown-demon could come through, then certainly one lost child could as well.)

She's

(Eddie pauses, contemplating Mystique. Then he starts up again.)

Sorry. I know that a lot of you guys go through stuff. i try and be cautious about who i talk about things with.

She apparently spent a load of time in some lab because she was a mutant. She was my age about and she didnt know a whole lot about the world because of how she was raised, but she had a really good heart. First thing she ever told me was that she protected me. When I first showed up in a world I freeeaked out and she instantly wanted to take care of me.

(His expression gentles, and God, he did miss Laura. She was one of the best friends he had ever had.)

she was a lot like her daddy though. Including how her powers worked.

[personify]

[Eddie may notice a slowly seething rage building in Raven's yellow eyes as she reads further and further along his message about Logan's daughter. What happened to her. The lab. Experiments. It reminds her painfully of Trask and Stryker. The things she saw that she nearly murdered a man in cold blood over. A decision that she still thinks on now and wonders on. Could she have still made that choice and avoided the terrible future? If anyone deserved death it was men like him.

And men and women who experimented on mutants. And children? Her jaw is tight.] I hope they paid for what they did to her.

[clussy]

(It was obvious how much this bothered Mystique, and Eddie couldn't exactly blame her. If he knew her better, he might of reached a hand out to grab one of her's to comfort her. But he doesn't, and so he can only give her an earnest look.)

I hope so too every day. it's fucked what people want to do to others who are different. especially when they're just little kids. i'll never understand why everyone wants to hurt us so bad.

(They're small and brittle. Even Laura with all the power of a mutant inside of her was still small and fragile in her own way. Maybe not physically...But Eddie knew that there were ravines of mental scarring all throughout her.)

I'm sorry. For what it's worth, while I was getting to know her, we had a LOT of fun to make up for both our pasts. And I think she was starting to be really happy. She mostly kept me safe but I promise I was trying to keep her safe too

[personify]

Then I thank you for that. And I'm sorry for whatever happened to you too. [She's aware that non-mutants had there own share of problems. But her familiarity is with the cruelty inflicted on those like her. That had been her soul focus for two decades, but that didn't mean she didn't care. Even if she sometimes acted indifferent to most non-mutants. If this boy could befriend someone like Laura and didn't shy away from Raven herself. Then he was worth defending too.]

Do you feel safe here...?

[clussy]

It's all right. (For as shitty as everything that had happened to him was, he was surprisingly sturdy against it. Mostly because he felt like he was a little more safe here. At least for the most part. He tried hard to not think that IT was lurking around, even though he was pretty sure IT might have showed up. But he can't tell.

But he understood that mutants had rough lives by default. He knew that wasn't fair either. Her question has him staring up and he gives a small shrug.)

I feel a lot safer here than i did back home.

(This place was very far from perfect or some kind of paradise. But there were good people here and that, Eddie thought, counted for a lot.)

[personify]

[He felt safer here? What must his home have been like if some post-apocalyptic world where you couldn't talk was better?] There are some things about this place that I do like too. The people. That I can walk around looking like this without fear. I don't have to hide. Or pretend to be someone else just to avoid cruelty.

[clussy]

Have you faced a lot? (It's a gently asked question, even though that doesn't translate so well through text. He can only imagine when you're blue life isn't always kind. Hell, he wasn't weird looking at all- just tiny- and he still got the absolute shit for it.)

I havent met anyone here who would judge someone for being blue or anything. people here are nice. for the most part anyway

[personify]

[She nods, curtly. There is a lot she could say, so much pain stacked up from her childhood all the way through adulthood. But most of it she holds so tightly to her chest she's unlikely to ever tell anyone, least of all someone she's just met. Even if Eddie seems to be a nice kid. Her parents leaving her for dead, living on the streets for years, friends murdered and experimented on... her son, whom she thought had died only to find him alive and forced into a fighting ring.] I've faced my fair share.

But in some ways I'm lucky. I can hide a lot easier than some mutants. Since I can look like anyone. [To put a solid point on that fact she does more than make it look like she's wearing clothes. Scales ripple and Eddie is suddenly faced with a blonde woman, with pale skin, and blue eyes.]