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

[sparke]

[ the affirmation that he has enjoyed the kiss as much as she has is written all over his features. it’s in the warmth of his gaze, the smile pulling at his lips — and in the way his grip on her has tightened, in the way he is still holding on. he feels warm and pleased but not nearly satisfied and after a long look at her, he leans in again for another kiss, deeper still than the last. ]

[monomachy]

[In his face, she sees a reflection of her own delight, and her grin is smothered by his next kiss. The hand at his head urges him on, her other holding firm at his waist. But this still isn't enough, and she can't continue to bring herself to question why.

They aren't so far from the house she's taken residence in, and in this, Amazonian ideas aren't so different from men's. She moves the hand at his waist to grab his belt, and takes a step backwards, tugging him with her. Reluctantly, she breaks the kiss and jerks her head in the general direction of the house, cocking an eyebrow.]

[sparke]

[ her hand in his belt is an effective means to get him to follow her, but it also brings to mind other things entirely — of her hand undoing said belt, of losing the jumpsuit and everything else, of taking hers off her, too.

he nods, quick enough that his eagerness should be obvious, and he takes another step and then another, staying in her space and moving the two of them closer to the house. it's probably hers. maybe it isn't. so long as there's a room, thor finds he doesn't much care. ]

[monomachy]

[Her thoughts travel along the same path as his, and she doesn't wait to see if anyone else is around before shoving open the door and all but pulling him inside. She pulls him in for another kiss, continuing to walk backwards towards her room. This is more than a physical comfort, somehow; she feels as if a part of her that had inexplicably gone missing has returned just because she's near him. And after what she's been through over the past few days, it's a welcome feeling.]

[sparke]

[ thor has had to face a great many losses recently and being with her doesn't return any of what he's lost to him, but being with her, kissing her and following her as she walks backward, that eases the pain of it. it eases the weight of responsibility, too, lifting it from his shoulders for the time being. he wants to drown in the kiss and he wants to be so much closer to her. without breaking the kiss, he seeks more contact, letting his hands explore the curve of her hip, her waist, her breasts beneath the jumpsuit. ]

i'm so sorry, i don't know what happened to this tag

[monomachy]

[It feels as if her flesh is on fire, and the jumpsuit is too close, too confining. Her back hits the right door, and she reaches behind her in one swift motion for the knob, turning it and all but sending them tumbling to the floor. Now that they're inside, safely soundproofed, she lets herself give a low laugh, joyous and slightly amazed. She can't say, really, how they came to be here, but she can't find it in herself to care. A foot goes out to push the door closed, her hands now busy roaming just as much as his.]

no worries at all

[sparke]

[ she laughs and thor forget that they are not meant to make sound, he forgets to worry about soundproofing or noise or anything else but drinking in that sound, but making her let out a million more — laughter and sounds of another kind entirely. so he nuzzles at her jaw and lets his lips move to her throat, following a kiss there up by a gentle scrape of teeth. ]

[monomachy]

[A sigh, and she tilts her head back and closes her eyes so she can memorize the way his lips feel against her neck. Finally, her hands find the front of his jumpsuit, and she doesn't hesitate with the buttons. One or two of them might end up on the floor instead of staying on the garment, popped off in her haste, but that's a problem for later. For now, all she cares about is feeling as much of his skin as she can, all she wants is to slake this inexplicable thirst and make herself feel complete again.]