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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[warfares]

[ And just like that the tension snaps. Except that rather than an explosive display he merely steps back off the ladder, landing with a muted thump on the soft earth.

He pulls himself up to his full height, shoulders pulling back as he stretches. Controlled, again. Composed.

He bends to gather up the toolbox and its spilled contents. ]

( I'll send someone to finish the job. )

[ Given that that person is Margo, house seven can expect to enjoy glitch-y wiring and malfunctions in the future. ]

[purpose]

[ Something close to disappointment curdles in her stomach, now than an outlet for her frustration has been torn away from her. Her stomach drops out from beneath her, but she ignores it with a grimace. ]

( Running like usual. I shouldn't have expected anything else from you. )

[ Childish and spiteful, she can't resist having the final say, taking her leave of him on her own terms. Rey won't be the one that has to face a turned back if she can help it, certain she wouldn't be able to stomach the sight of someone else walking away from her — leaving her behind, once again — without crumbling. ]

( Stay away from this house. )

[ And with that, she turns before the moisture in her eyes has a chance to dampen her cheeks further, stomping a path back into the house in question. ]