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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.
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Arya take a look around for anything that she can use to sop up the blood to get a better look at the wound coming out her back. Ultimately she settles on a blanket over top of a couch. And she's been her long enough to know about sinks and that she can get water there. So she gets a bowl and fills it up before rushing back to Maria's side.] This will sting. But I'm sure you know that.
[She's a warrior, after all. Arya dampens up the blanket and then starts to attempt to clean it out as best she could. As gently as she could.]
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She tends to the holes in her stomach herself, rummaging through pockets until she pulled a glove back with glass shards in the leather. She had a veil on her? It had broken in the skirmishing, clearly, but there may be some blood left. Reaching into the pocket, her gloves reemerge with a smattering of strange blood, darker and somehow ominous seeming than Maria's own. Huffing, perhaps hesitating only a second, she reaches to her gut and placed the blood to her wounds.
Healing blood, even a small amount, could work miracles. She breathed in to feel the wounds seal. It was what she'd hoped and yet she still felt the desire to curse over it. Maria will stay silent, it would be improper to have an outburst, after all.]
... again, I thank you sincerely, young miss.
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It does occur to her that her young companion had been slashed at as well... on the leg, Maria thinks? She's trying not to be too foggy, keeping composure is of uttermost importance to her.]
Have you been injured? I may find yet another few drops in my coat, if you are in need. [the last of her veils had broken, clearly, but the liquid worked like magic to recover wounds.]
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If Arya does not flinch away, Maria will bend to spread the blood over her wound. If it makes contact, it's the same effect as it had on the older woman. A strange rush of energy in the body, it may even go to Arya's head for a moment, a sudden and yet short intoxication. The wound would be left completely healed, as if it never occurred at all.]
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