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
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NAVIGATION

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[persevere]

[This is maybe the first time ever she wishes he just knew what she'd been up to, that he'd figured out some way to stalk her some more or whatever. Then she wouldn't have to explain why her life was such a mess.

She types quickly, making more errors and having to fix them than she'd like, but eventually she gets it all out there.]

Bonnie and Damon are dead. Elena's a drug addict. Stefan won't return my phone calls. And my Mom...she wouldn't even know to look for me right away, let alone know where to start.

[poppycock]

( he absolutely has. his desire to keep tabs on any potential enemies, friends, or lovers has not lessened with time; on the contrary. he's wanted to know what paths she has taken in life, as if those precious few details could be taken into his heart and kept, leveraged, shared. it is all he has had of her, and each bite fed him.

but perhaps he has missed reports in the obvious immediacy of his own life. of course, there's plenty chance he has missed something. it's never truly the full story, after all.

his eyes follow the words she types and erases. as they form, a dread starts and curdles in his gut, for he suspects. he suspects and then he knows, at the mention of her mother. this is... this is not the caroline from his time. a handful of months, he calculates in stricken realization. barely any, since...

right before his daughter was born.

he is quiet. not because he doubts what he should do, but because the alternative — the truth — seems inevitable. for one, it will eventually be obvious he is from their future. for another, people have left and come back; he knows this. (he wants to tell her: bonnie and damon are not dead. perhaps he'd leave out that apparently elena succumbs to something worse. and stefan — a flare of envy and longing stills his tongue from the comfort he could give, the comfort he wants her to feel and that he would loathe to offer. stefan is a fool, but he is not so foolish to not return to her, eventually.

and her mother. her mother is what freezes him in true uncertainty, true horror; he will not deal with that blow. not before she need feel it.)

slowly, without knowing what he'll do, he reaches again for the phone. as soon as he begins, the weight of his decision settles. )

You underestimate the lengths those who love you will go for you. Your mother will look for you. So will Elena. ( no matter her troubles, the moment she realizes...

more words choke up his throat; he turns to look at her.

he's here with her now. i'm here with you now, he wants to promise, but what would it truly mean to her? does he have the right to say so, with lies in his intent?

he'll tell her all he can, he thinks. he'll tell her later. )

[persevere]

[She sniffles once, reading the words as they appear, one by one. It's strange to sit here and have Klaus, of all people, console her. There are a lot of things she might expect, for him to want her to rely on him, for him to say something pretty about some aspect of her personality that most people would rather not deal with. He always did have a way of making her pause and consider the things he had to say, even if at first it was only because no one else had ever really said anything like them to her.

But to say she's underestimating her friend? Her Mom? It doesn't come back to him, the way it so often did. Almost everything he said seemed to circle back to something Klaus wanted for himself.

She looks over at him with watery eyes before her arms slip around his neck as she scoots a little closer, resting her cheek against his collarbone. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about him in the time between their last meeting and now, but she swore it felt like she'd missed him.

She just didn't want to admit it.]

I'm glad you're here.

[She whispers it softly because she can't be bothered to type at the moment.]

[poppycock]

( the tears hanging in her eyes shine, deepening the blue of her eyes and the fullness of grief and gratitude in them. the sight of them clenches his heart in his chest, but it's the embrace of her arms that settles him, the press of her body snug against his and her head in the crook of his shoulder that thrums his pulse. he can feel the steady tempo of it thudding after he lifts his hands to press into her back. she is soft, and lovely, and to hold her in his arms is no mean desire; he can do nothing else but answer it. he wants to comfort her. his touches are slow but not hesitant, feeling and pressing into her skin, cradling her as close as she comes with restraint.

he tilts his head towards hers, fighting to keep the chaotic tumult of his wanting and longing and feelings in check, his mind racing and calculating and considering. (he is still selfish. he is still greedy. each inch of him of him wants to take this.

but he also knows how little it will mean if he does so. to her, and to him.)

her whisper sinks into him, melts him to his core; his arm encircles her by the waist closer, but his other slides up her arm to take her wrist, to gently pull her back. ) There is something important for you to hear, ( he murmurs. )

[persevere]

[That's almost never something anyone ever wants to hear. It practically screams of something awful, and Caroline isn't sure how much awful she can take right now. She wants to pretend like she didn't hear it, just ignore whatever stupid thing he thinks she has to know, but she also knows she can't.

Apparently he's not going to let her, anyway.

His fingers brush over her skin before encircling her wrist, silently urging her away. She pulls back slowly, reluctantly, and wipes at her face with her free hand. She doesn't say anything. She just sits there expectantly with a silent sigh, waiting for him to tell her whatever it is he plans.]

[poppycock]

( he cannot, feeling the cool softness of her skin, her hand fit so sweetly in his grasp. he cannot, as their eyes meet, the dread and weariness in hers he would expect to see so prominent and resigned. his hold on her is light, but enduring; he holds her hand in his, knowing the words he speaks will not be the full truth, but they will be the truth.

they will comfort her. ) Bonnie and Damon will not stay dead. Elena will be all right. Stefan... ( how he loathes to admit, knows what it will lead to: ) will come home.

( he lets the words sink in. he lets them sink in for them both, the fear of what he says next rounding his eyes. klaus licks his lips, glances away, his voice roughening with feeling. with worry. ) This place... Caroline. ( he finds her eyes again. ) However it works... Whatever time I was pulled from, was after yours.

[persevere]

[It doesn't comfort her, at least not right away, and the reasoning is a question that's on the tip of her tongue.

How does he know that?

She doesn't even have to ask since afterward, he offers up the answer to her. It would help if that answer made even one lick of sense. Her first reaction is anger, because it seems impossible.]

Are you lying just to make me feel better? You realize that sounds crazy, right?

[But while Klaus was a lot of things, he didn't tend to lie. He didn't need to. And what would he actually gain from telling her that her friends would be okay? It would be cruel to give her false hope, after all, and that wasn't going to win any points with her in the long run.]

You better not be screwing with me.

[poppycock]

( her disbelief and anger are hardly earth-shaking, but still he looks away, frustrated not with her, but with the reality of their situation. of his situation, stuck out of place and time. he hardly has reason to lie; he has no motive to do so about this, and her denial only serves to remind him:

it would not help her. it would also not help him, alone and adrift away from his family and his daughter.

his jaw works and he looks back to her. ) I truly wish I was.

[persevere]

[She's seen a lot in the years since she became a vampire. Supernatural creatures, magic, doppelgangers...it was a lot. There had been the Other Side, an entire parallel dimension, so being here wasn't the craziest part. Time travel was a little out there, but was it really all that outside the realm of things they'd dealt with?

Apparently not.

She lets out an accepting but shuddering breath, followed by a quiet nod. She believes him.]

Thank you for telling me.

[Her friends would be okay. They'd all come home. Elena would get Damon back.

She couldn't help but let the relief wash over her.]