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

[personify]

I learned them over time. Out of necessity. These things, whatever they are, aren't the first who've wanted to kill me for no good reason. [Does she sound bitter? Well, that's because she is.]

What about you? Where did you learn your 'moves'?

[poppycock]

( well, he doesn't know if he's ever wanted to be killed for 'no good reason' but he sympathizes with the plight. of course there was the exception of his father.

regardless, he digests her answer. so she's a survivor, backed into a corner. )

My moves are a bit more complicated, but I suppose there are learned. Or inherited, as it were. ( depending on how you look at it. ) Is there a reason you've inspired such hostility before? ( did he sense the bitterness? is he maybe poking the bear to get an honest answer? maybe. )

[personify]

[She turns to just stare at him, even in this storm with the threat of another slew of strange men coming to attack them, Raven finds the time to give him a withering look and a slight eyeroll before leaning into him to stage whisper.] I don't know if you've noticed... but I'm blue.

[The 'idiot' is implied, but it's good-natured... ish.]

[poppycock]

( ​​​​klaus stops as well and turns to face her, utterly unmoved by her answer and her attitude. of course, she has a point, and of course, there would be no reason for her to expect she's anywhere within the realm of reason: her own world, for instance. he certainly didn't. after a pause in which he stares blankly at her with a touch of amusement, he responds airily, ) Well, yes, I obviously see that, ( he gestures to said skin ) but how do I know you’re not from a planet of blue people?

( ​​​​he tilts his head to the side with a smirk. ) I’ve seen odder things here today. ( he takes a few steps towards her. ) Quite frankly, you're not in Kansas anymore.

[personify]

Well, for clarity's sake I grew up in New York. I'm a mutant. Not an alien.[Does he not know what those are? Where is he from? It honestly doesn't even occur to her that his world, his Earth, would and could be any different than hers. Or that they might be anywhere other than Earth now. Although his comment has planted that bug into her brain now.] Normal people I'm used to aren't so kind to people like me. But nothing like this. Whatever it is that's attacking us. [She half wonders if they are even real.]

[poppycock]

( a mutant. he considers the word and all its possible meanings. he considers her, new york-born, obviously from earth (an earth); he files away each bit of information. it's only when she admits her confusion — confusion he certainly shares — that the amusement he feels begins to melt away.

despite his flippant attitude, he is not blind nor unaffected. on the contrary, if there's anything he considers serious at the moment...

perhaps being targeted so might strike a chord as well. naturally he has always considered such things human affairs, but—

firmly, he says, ) I'm not normal, ( he pauses, just so, before admitting with due sincerity ) and I empathize: nothing like this has ever attacked me either.

I'm Klaus.

[personify]

[She hadn't really said it expecting him to feel sorry for her, but there's no taking it back now. It's fairly obvious without him saying so that he isn't normal, it had been apparent in his rescue of her. When he loses the sarcasm and air of superiority at least for that moment, his admittance tugs at her in turn. It's good to know that wherever she is right now that she's not entirely alone. And having that someone be slightly abrasive and self-important is actually oddly familiar, bordering on comforting.

Raven nods once. There's no need to go into details on either of their sides and the oppression suffered, especially here when they had other concerns. But they understand one another.] Raven.

[poppycock]

( klaus nods once as well, content with their understanding. it was not something he was seeking, but it is something to have it — particularly with someone who may be fighting by your side. (her petulant attitude hardly put him off either; he does have quite a petulant sister he happens to adore.) ) Well then, Raven. Let's find shelter, or perhaps something else that wants to kill us. ( not that he's hoping for the latter, but he's not exactly dreading it either.

the violence has been therapeutic. )

[personify]

Agreed. Hopefully once this storm clears we'll be able to figure out where it is we are. And more importantly why we've been brought here. [Raven could do without the violence, so she's definitely hoping for the shelter rather than the attackers. But she'll deal with whatever comes.]


[[ooc: figure we can fade there? :) ]]