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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[danzan]

I know.

[ Logan will admit he's a little surprised by the shove, but it's really not that bad. He likes the friendliness. He likes that she feels he's someone she can be friendly with, or... something along those lines. ]

I'll see what I can do. Yellow pillow.

[personify]

I hate not being able to talk. [It's incredibly frustrating. But despite the miscommunication, it seems to be going well enough with Logan. It's strange, really. She doesn't know him well. But he's the only person here she's got any connection to at all.

She only has what she remembers of him in that kitchen. What he'd said about her future. What she might become. And then later when she pulled him out of the river and he hadn't remembered a thing.] Yellow pillow. I'll hold you to it.

[danzan]

[ He's already taking note of it in his head.

But besides that, he taps a quick note on his device at her. ] You should learn the sign language.

[personify]

[Reading it, Raven glances up at him. She should that's true enough.] I will. I'm pretty good with languages.

Are you going to learn it?

[danzan]

Yep.

[ It's one of the first things he decided when he found out it was a thing. ]

I can't type.

[ As evidenced by the single index finger tapping at the screen. Come on, Raven. ]

[personify]

[She did notice that. His old man typing skills weren't lost on her. She might not be from an era of cell phones, but she's adaptable and had taken to the devices well enough.

Still, sign language would be quicker.] Know anyone who could teach me too?

[danzan]

There're classes on Sundays, but I've got a guy at work tutoring me. [ His shoulders slump a bit in the quietest version of a sigh. ]

I figure the locals won't mind if you ask.

[personify]

Then I'm sure I'll find someone to help me. Native or otherwise. [She's starting to feel the press of awkwardness of standing out here in front of his house. Despite her still present desire to just be close to him.] I can leave. If you'd like to go to sleep on your cement floor. I know it's getting late.

[danzan]

[ He could sleep. It's true. And he has half a mind to, but not to leave her alone. ]

I can walk you home.

[ Not really because she needs his protection, but as the only connection to home he has, Logan feels a bit of a duty.

He pockets his device and shrugs, holding his hand out. ]

[personify]

[There's clear surprise as she looks at the hand being offered to her. Give her a moment, Logan. This is the first time anyone has ever offered to walk her home in her entire forty nine years of life.]

Okay. If you like. [Raven would like it too, but that it's his idea rather than hers makes it easier to justify taking that hand within hers.]

[danzan]

[ He wouldn't ask if he didn't want to, but he knows Raven must have figured at least that much about him. So he holds her hand, and they walk, and he's perfectly fine not typing all the while. Logan expects to be led to where Raven lives, and so lets his gaze alternate between the sandpaths at their feet to the woman at his side for cues. ]

[personify]

[And she'll lead him toward House Two where she's staying, giving him a light tug at each turn they need to make. She doesn't mind the silence, the lack of texting. It's nice to just be in his company and it's sated the strange feeling that had overcome her.

Once they reach the door to her house, she'll turn to look over at him with a shrug. Here they are. Her place.]

[danzan]

[ When they stop and she looks at him, he nods in return. Even smiles a bit, giving her hand a little squeeze.

This is fine, he thinks. She's going to be okay.

Ask Logan if he understands the sudden protective feeling in his chest and he won't be able to explain it, but the whole "feeling lonely" aspect of tonight had been strange, anyway.

At least Raven isn't the worst company he's had.

He lets her hand go, touching the hinges to her door and then taking the oil brush to make it slick. Logan's aware she can probably do that herself, but it seems like a fitting last thing to do, having walked her all the way back.

Good night, he mouths, sure that Raven, of all people, would be able to read his lips without issue. ]

[personify]

[He's pretty decent company too, even if Raven can't quite figure him out. She's glad he's here, stuck in this place with her. But for the record, she's finding herself growing pretty protective of him too. Sure, he can handle himself in a fight, but that didn't mean he didn't need protecting.

Watching him handle the door, there's a curious look on her face, considering him. He's a sweetheart, she's realizing, underneath all the layers of gruffness. She nods back to him, mouthing 'night' right back before heading inside and slowly closing the door behind her. Whatever need had been tugging at her all night finally felt sated, so when she gets to the living room she's got no problems drifting off to sleep.]