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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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#blessed
you mean like...peer pressure? [William, no.]
Re: #blessed
(His answer is immediate and easy.)
i've always been a loser. there's no point in me giving a shit about peer pressure. besides, he wasn't pressuring me to do anything. I actually am 90% sure he thought i was being a dumbass, but I made him laugh so it was worth it.
(Eddie is getting one of those really stupid, tell-tale smiles on his face. He doesn't really know if that's going to make sense to Will, but...)
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who?
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After recent conversations he had though, he's feeling more bold, more honest, and with Will's hand locked up in his own, it makes him feel brave. Maybe that's why it's easy for him to answer Will then. He gives Will a look, and then after a second, a smile.)
Jake.
(Of course.)
Making boys laugh is nice. I'm not that good at it, but I like it.
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He does.]
do you like him?
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He figures he's asking if he likes Jake as a friend, which, of course he does.)
Of course I like him. He's one of the best friends I've made here.
(And there it goes. Eddie doesn't stop to think about how...he..definitely had been talking about Jake in a not-entirely-platonic way. And with some realization of the fact! And yet....
This kid could be a real dumbo sometimes. But they were twelve, so this was barely shocking development.)
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But he still lets out an inaudible sigh before nodding.] he's really nice, yeah. i'm glad he didn't make fun of you.
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He's
Yeah
He's special. I dont think Jake would ever make fun of anyone. He's jsut not that kind of guy. he's something else entirely, you know? he's like.
he's worth it to make him laugh and get him smiling. it's like. (Eddie wiggles his free hand around his device, trying to figure a way to express his feelings without Expressing them.)
some boys are just. really.
they're really something else. i dont know how they do it.
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[Will isn't thinking about anyone in particular nope, nuh-uh, shut up.]
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(Though Eddie is now looking at Will, both of his brows raised. Yeah no. Sorry bud.)
who are you talking about?
keywords are relevant
nobody. i'm just talking in general.
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(Eddie considers Will for a long second before casually looking away. A second later.)
for the record i like making you laugh too.
(W O W.)
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you're good at that.
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boys ARE frustrating.
so who frustrates you. we can play the guessing game but there's only three boys here our age so it isn't gonna take me long.
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all of them.
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So I'm guessing that includes me then?
(That smile becomes a grin as he looks over at Will.)
why?
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you're just. confusing sometimes.
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(This was...not what he had anticipated. He slows to a stop and guess what, buddy, they're still holding hands so he winds up tightening his grip so that Will had to stop too. Or at least that's the intention.)
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you make me think about things. think about things and feel things.
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That was impossible. It had to be impossible.
Right?)
Care to be a little more specific maybe?
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i think about how
i sometimes want things and i want to do things and say things i'm not supposed to
how i want to act a certain way and feel certain things but it'd make me
it'd make me something i'm scared of being. something i get called a lot, something i don't want to be true but i think it is.
i think it's true because i can't stop it. and i've tried really really hard.
cw: homophobic slur
Oh man.
Eddie might be a little slow on the uptake at times with certain things, but this was something he could relate to a little too well. Something that was so personal he instinctively wanted to flee from Will. But he doesn't. His feet remain rooted into the ground and he found that his throat had begun to close up. There was a massive, massive difference between talking about this with Clara or Max, with friends from home, and...And this.
This which was...maybe..another boy his own age...And Will. The boy he had snuggled up with the first time they met and felt stupid around more times than he could even remember. What if he was wrong though? He could be wrong. He could be and then he would be brutally mortified. But Eddie wasn't so sure he was wrong. He couldn't exactly explain it, but he and Will had been similar since day one.
His hand squeezes abruptly around Will's, and he types out a quick:)
Come on. Follow me.
(They didn't need to have this discussion out in the open. He walks along the sand path with purposeful strides. He wasn't entirely okay with having it in public either. It's enough to make him wonder if he should drop their hands altogether- but he doesn't. He doesn't go very far. Instead, he turns down an enclosed alley where it at least felt a lot more private. As soon as they were relatively deep into the alley, Eddie was gently letting go of Will's hand so that he could tap away on the device with both hands.)
I think maybe you and I are the same. I think I know what you're talking about because I've been going through the same stuff where it never really feels like I'm in my own skin because I'm always trying hard to focus on everything else EXCEPT for that thing about me.
Ive tried real hard too.
But it's impossible to ignore with people like you around and I never know what to do with myself except mostly feel ashamed and stupid and all sorts of other things i cant. that i shouldnt be feeling.
I want things that I'm
I can't have either.
(Eddie's mouth felt dry, and he thinks, should he just be outright about it? He glances out of the alley, as if expecting to see Henry Bowers sneering in at him, the word 'faggot' spitting out of his ugly mug. But Henry Bowers wasn't there. No one was.
Eddie takes a quiet, deep breath in, and his fingers shake a little as he types out ...out...Something vague but extremely telling:)
boys
and then i died :) :)))))
But instead he follows along, into the alley, forehead scrunched and furrowed with anxious confusion, freed hand swinging at his side when Eddie lets it go. He reads the words as they pop up, the splintered sentences that he thinks might mean...he thinks they might...
And they do.
It's not like talking to Kara about it either -- she's sweet and wonderful, but she's also a grown-up (sort of) and a girl and from a time when there are more words for that and people talk about it and are it and it all seems so far off and impossible.
Eddie's different. He's from before even Will is, when the only words for that are sneering, ugly things that get thrown around by Troy at school and his friends and Will's dad. When being that is even more dangerous. Plus Eddie's a kid his age, someone who Will respects on some level, respects the ferocious, defiant way he speaks, respects the unflinching way he faces down the world.
So when Eddie types those last four letters, Will's shoulders go slack, his breath leaves him in a rush and he can't even type a response. He can't say yes or me too or for as long as I can remember. All he can do is nod, helpless and shaky and so, so relieved.]
and then i died immediately after
There was...There was someone else just like him.
Similarly, he had spoken to Clara, also an incredibly kind and wonderful woman. But she too, like Kara, was from a world beyond theirs, a world that was casual and accepting. A world that Eddie could honestly not wrap his mind around. It was an entirely different culture. They could offer their sympathies, but with Will, there was nothing but empathy rooted between them.
He had never in all his life imagined he'd find a boy his age exactly like him. And he knew the eighties weren't all that great either. Richie had been good enough about it when he first told his friend, but Eddie was almost positive it was because they were friends that it hadn't bothered Richie as much as it might have had it been someone else. After all, Richie had stopped talking to him after the night of the red juice, so maybe it did bother him a little.
Then there was just Will. A boy he had felt flustered around and had wanted to pull in and experience on a whole other level. He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to make Will laugh. Will who was soft and good in a way that Eddie just had never really experienced. For all of Eddie's own gentleness, he was covered in barbs and sharp edges.
Eddie finally makes a move. His device gets slipped away and he closes the remaining distance between them. His arms lock around Will in an impossibly tight hug and he buried his face into Will's next. His own shuddery breath leaves him, and his hands grab at fistfuls of Will's shirt.
He wasn't alone. Not anymore.)
i cry and my tears are tiny gay boys
But then Eddie hugs him and it's so good. It's nothing but good. It's like settling into a place he didn't know he was looking for, like a puzzle piece, like the last color added to a painting that makes the rest of it complete. It's so good that Will can't imagine feeling this relieved, this seen and known can be anything wrong.
So he clings on back as tight as he can, chest aching like it's been torn open, raw and tender and free for the first time in his entire life.]
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