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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[clussy]

(In a far off future that Eddie has seen, he's married to some overwhelming woman who looks and acts just like his mother. A woman he doesn't love, a woman he can scarcely stand up to and who makes his hypochondria so much worse by keeping it in his bed, close to his psyche. In that far off future, he's miserable and alone in ways that he had never known were possible. That future that had sat so wrong on his shoulders months ago, that he hadn't been able to understand fully because back then, he hadn't been honest with who he was.

It's almost as bad as his horrid grave, forgotten and abandoned by so-called friends. Bled out and vacantly staring at the walls of the home of their childhood tormentor.

That future left no room for boys who would smile at Eddie in a way that Ben would smile at Beverly. In that future, there was no love that had ever been burned for him nor love he had ever set alight himself.

This is the very first time in his entire life that Eddie has pressed open that part of himself and let some light inside. The first time that he chose to make this a Good Thing and not just something disgusting and awful. Kissing Will wasn't sinful. Nothing that felt so light and warm could ever be wrong, and it hit him in the gut.

It wasn't a thought that would stay forever. No. But it was the makings of an idea that would eventually, in his distant future, settle itself over his shoulders and make itself at home there if he had the chance to grow into this boy who would let himself love who he wanted. If he let himself be loved in return by the people he desperately wanted to love him.

Will grabs his hands and there's this violent sort of pull inside of Eddie. A rightness fills him up and he didn't feel a lick of awkwardness or wrong-doing. His face broke out into one of the most honest smiles he has ever given, and he neatly slides their fingers together.

Home is where you go to die. Home is where you couldn't tell the difference between your mother's arms around your neck from the chain around your ankle.

Was it so?

Because right then, Eddie thought maybe he had always been wrong. Home was the inviting space between Will's fingers and the warmth flourishing over his face. Home was where he felt safest tucked up against Jake's chest after a particularly bad nightmare, or where Clara's fingers slid through his hair to neaten it out. Home didn't need to be his grave. It could be...Everything. His entire chest felt shaky with emotion, and he could feel his eyes start to water and then all at once, shamefully, he could feel the tears spill over. But he was still smiling, beaming even, and he drops his head forward against Will's shoulder, just letting himself exist for once without some looming shape of guilt hanging over him.)