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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
MOD LOG #3
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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vanessa feels it as the rabbit does, the last of her lingering concerns seemingly gone and it takes a moment when he beckons her over for vanessa to react.
she's quickly beside him again, hand reaching to touch the rabbit, fingers resting lightly on the top of its head. she looks back up at logan, moving to take the rabbit into her own hands.
it tries to squirm as vanessa moves it but she has her hands carefully placed, practiced in keeping rabbits from moving, and her fingers work on soothing it again. it's a false sense of security, a few seconds of peace, and her gaze is still on logan as the snap comes.
the rabbit lays motionless now in her hands, and there's a very brief, easily missable sadness for the loss of the rabbits life, before she lifts it in her hands from her lap. it'll be better than what has been stored in her house at least, and she assumes his own too )
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It's a mix of the animal connection and his own personal feelings that have his lips parting -- his mouth opening as if to say no or why or God. But he says none of these things, instead looking at the lifeless body in her hands with his lips pressed tight together.
Logan's brows furrow, but he understands. And he lifts his gaze from the rabbit to look at her, nodding his head. Taking it in his own hands, he thinks about making stew for the children in his house. If he'd lived alone he wouldn't have even considered taking it, but having smaller mouths to feed makes everything different.
He sits there in the grass, his thumb gently stroking the curve of the rabbit's eye before shutting it. The other eye follows.
Logan mourns, but at least the animal didn't die in pain. ]
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but only briefly. he doesn't seem to condemn her, taking the rabbit with understanding. where food was scarce here, particularly meat, it seemed prudent to take what they could. if they didn't have it the creatures likely would instead.
she rests her hand on his arm before moving to stand. they probably should get that rabbit inside )