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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in 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
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Nothing I can't handle.
[ given half a moment of thought, he thinks better off that flippant comment. Stark hasn't exactly been the easiest to deal with, but he really hasn't given Bucky any real trouble, just grief. ]
I've managed not to punch him. He's managed not to punch me. I don't think we have to worry.
[ that's not to say Bucky hasn't wanted to punch him. There's even a part of him that wanted to get punched for a minute there, caught between his guilt and misguided notion that letting Stark hit him might give him the upper hand for a little while. He recognizes that it's not the healthiest approach, but he can't entirely promise himself he won't try again. ]
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There hasn't been much he could do for Bucky until very recently, unless you count indirect ways like taking out the remains of Hydra, which he would've done regardless. Barring that, all he's really had is worry, and no small amount of regrets. It's stuck, like the guilt and the grief.
Still, he can keep those to himself, and keep an eye on things in the meantime. ]
Well, it's good to see you. [ He'd been prepared to wait much longer than this. He wipes some of the water from his face. ] Looks like things are calming down out here, wherever the hell that is.
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A part of Bucky still wants to run and hide what he is now from Steve, but he's not going to do that. Maybe the braver thing to do is admit that a part of him really needs Steve to heal, even when he's not sure he deserves it. ]
It's good to see you, too, buddy.
[ And he means it as much as he ever has, voice not quite as even as he might have liked, so naturally he changes the topic as quickly as he can. ]
Have they told you what this place is? We're going to have to be silent once the rain stops.
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He shakes his head at the question, frowning again as he glances around them. ]
Why, what happens when the rain stops?
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[ That sounds incredibly stupid when he says it out loud. He'd been dubious at first, himself, but he's seen what footage they have now. ]
You can't punch them.
[ There's just a hint of a smile in his eyes. Maybe it's not entirely appropriate, but it's nice to have a minute here with Steve that's only a little life-or-death. It's been a while. ]
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The gallows humor isn't unfamiliar between them, from long before the army, and that'd had its own special brand. There were plenty of times Steve would crack a joke when he hardly had the air in his lungs to spare for it just to get the worried look off Bucky's face. ]
Why not? [ It's the only possible answer to that challenge, a little bit of sounds fake in the slight lift of his eyebrow in return, but it's an honest question, too. ]
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[ Really, how else is he supposed to answer that? He's really missed Steve these past few years on the run. In the years before that, he hadn't known to miss his, but after his memories started coming back, it had been like a hole in his chest--a reminder that Steve is the closest thing to family Bucky has left in the world. There's not a dangerous situation he can imagine that wouldn't be vastly improved by Steve's presence. ]
Also the natives here don't respond well to anyone making noise because it puts them at risk. As long as we're stuck here, we have to at least pretend to play by their rules. They would be pretty upset that we're even talking in the rain. We need to get you one of their little cell phones so that I'm not the only one who sucks at typing on it.
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[ It's good-natured, and Steve's grateful for how easy it is to fall into the familiarity of it, just as he was on the quinjet. But there's still a line between his eyebrows as he pulls a somewhat searching gaze from Bucky to look around them, the buildings he could barely see before in the storm, processing what Bucky's saying and that he's . . . well, not in Kansas anymore. Again.
Steve looks back at him. ]
You got someplace where you can catch me up?
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You can come back to my place and get cleaned up and tell you what I know. Then we can get you in touch with the natives.
Try not to track too much sand in. We can't exactly vacuum here.