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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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[ She's not the first person to ask, not even the first person to name a place he doesn't know and he knows world geography better than your average guy. All the different worlds people seem to be from just keep adding to that list. ]
where's Themyscira?
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Diana has to think a moment, remembering the maps she'd seen, the path Steve had said he thought they took through the sea.]
In the Mediterranean, I think.
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what's it like?
[ Bucky's been staying further north in Europe. Colder climates make it easier to pile on layers and hide his face and arm. The warmer it gets, the more suspect long sleeves and gloves and hats tend to get, but he can't say he doesn't want to see other places like that. ]
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Beautiful. The city is exquisite, all marble and stone. But outside the city is where the true treasures lie. Fields of grass and wildflowers, cliffs taller than any building that give a perfect dive into the ocean. And the beaches are covered in the softest sand. [A brief pause, and she adds:] Someone I knew once called it "Paradise Island," and he was there for hardly a day.
[Thinking of Steve does make her see more of the reality of the island, and she can't help but continue.]
But it was isolated. Before the day I left, the only people to set foot on the island were those born on it. And before me, no one ever left. My people do not take kindly to strangers.
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[ He doesn't expect Wakanda to welcome too many strangers, either. Bucky's incredibly lucky to have been welcome there. ]
I guess I shouldn't go looking, though, if they don't want to be bothered. What made you leave such a beautiful place?