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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] 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
From your mods:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

NAVIGATION



gimmesometassel: (Acting Normal)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-04-03 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Carpet blows past the murderous mob hard and fast, violently knocking aside any who try to attack or hold them there. As soon as they clear their assailants' range, he surges upwards, heading for the nearest flat rooftop he can find. There's no way any of them could follow them up here, right?

Considering how hasty their departure was, he comes to a stop surprisingly gently, floating down to settle flat on the roof. For the moment, he's still once more, as though he'd never been moving at all. It's only polite to let Natasha catch her breath and get her bearings, right?]
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[personal profile] vdova 2018-04-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as he's slowed down, Natasha steps onto the roof, settling down to literally (and figuratively) catch her breath. It's still raining up here, but there's less of that red dust, and she takes a second to survey the area below. The city can't really be called that anymore. From what Natasha can see, it's dilapidated and ruined, much like the city she'd stepped out into before waking up here. It's difficult to see through the red haze, but Natasha can make out more of the violent offenders, stalking through the storm like wolves.

Her brow furrows, and she's all but forgotten that she's not up here alone — that she got up here somehow. But the idea that a flying carpet even exists is — well. It'll take her a second to wrap her head around it. ]


What the hell is going on?
gimmesometassel: (Dejected)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-04-05 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[The rainstorm was so sudden, Carpet hadn't even had a chance to go put his device somewhere safe at home; he really hopes all the water won't ruin it! Otherwise, a whole lot of people are going to be struggling to communicate. He starts typing as carefully as he can, trying not to get dusty mud all over the screen, and gently nudges Natasha's arm with the device to offer it to her; by now, he's risen into the air to more or less match her height, even if he is drooping unhappily and completely waterlogged.]

Scary people are showing up all over town attacking people. You can't even talk to them because they just want to kill everyone.