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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[purpose]

[ Fleetingly, she thinks of Finn and the sand that had whipped around them that fateful day on Jakku, clinging onto one another in their harried bid for survival. This time, she isn't wrenching her fingers away, wary of human contact; her fingers curl harder into Steve's wrist when he doesn't immediately comply, partially tempted to drag him away before he can invite the rabid woman twisting and contorting unnaturally on the ground to set her sights on him.

There isn't any need to, in the end, when he shakes from that daze as if he were trapped in a reverie. She knows that look with an intimate familiarity from having emerged from bloodlust herself, puzzled and dazed by how the violence had overtaken her until there was only the shrieking in her veins and the pounding of righteous fury at her temples. His nausea is her own in these moments, but the only comfort she can extend to him is the insistent pull of her hands as she takes off without warning in the direction he's specified.

The feral woman has already risen to her hands and feet to leap after them, but it's with a sliver of space between her outstretched hand and the scratchy material of Rey's tunic. Her leg bends behind her to kick at the body, sending her hurtling just a few inches away, but the opening is all they need to clamor into the building.

She shoves Steve first to ensure his safety, and then comes tumbling in after him. There isn't any guarantee that the woman won't invent a path for herself, pounding relentlessly at the door with her sputtering and hissing, but Rey ignores the rattling as she flattens her back to the squeaking door. ]

She isn't real, [ she says between panting breaths, now that they're alone and relatively safe. It sounds like a consolation, but Rey knows very little in the art of comforting anyone, herself included. ] That's what the others said. She's not human.

[ And, even if he'd slammed her head harder into the ground, he wouldn't be a killer. Not even in the loosest definition of the word. ]