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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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it was an age ago, and there is nothing he conceivably would do, nothing caroline would assuredly want anyone to do, despite the bitterness and suffering laced into her words.
but he cannot help but know it, stuck between his ire and caring and disgust: a quiet acknowledgement. at that time, he wouldn't have done anything. in fact, he's done more or less the same, or worse, dozens of times over. yet the idea of damon's fangs in her neck, using her as nothing more than a toy...
his fingers flex at her arm and he says nothing for a long spell, his expression inscrutable but for the dark shadows in his eyes. )
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Don't even go there.
[She doesn't want his pity, his anger, his desire for revenge on her behalf. She wants it in the past where it belongs. There were very few that could do anything like that to her ever again, and one of them was standing in front of her, pissed that it had happened at all. There was something to be said for that, at least.
Still, she realizes belatedly that it sounds like she's judging him, and for once? That's not the intent here. They both know he's done the same and worse. Right now, that's not the point.]
It's not worth it.
[There was also nothing to be done about it, so expending emotional effort on it was dumb.
Also sometimes unavoidable, as proven in this moment, but something she liked to stay away from as much as possible.]
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perhaps it's not worth it, for all that has evolved and changed, after whatever acceptance she has crafted for it. certainly if damon showed up tomorrow, it would be out of even his best interest to do so. (and he has done the same. that — that retaliation would be for her.
for him.
he understands it's hardly his place.)
klaus shifts on his feet, parts his lips on a breath, and looks down after the link of their touch is severed; after the line is drawn.
still, he will not promise nor agree to either of those things, because truth be told he can't. he does not want to. those calculations of what should be done, what she wants, are sound. more than that, he understands. but —
she is worth it, and the anger simmering in his heart is volatile and righteous. even if he will not ever lift a finger, he cannot agree because of that. )
Come on, ( is all he says, and ducks into the nearest room.
it's an empty hospital room, but there is an adjoining bathroom. he walks inside and tries the faucet. it sputters once, but water flows. )
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Besides, there's nothing to be done. Not anymore.
He moves through the closest doorway, and she follows after him, taking a look around the room's haggard features. Water pours from the faucet after a little coaxing, and while she's soaked to the bone from the rain, this will help them get the dust and blood off their skin, at least.
Their clothes? Not so much.]
Do you think those things will get inside, too?
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klaus leaves the running sink to her devices, walking into the bathroom doorway to instead keep watch. he'd like to get cleaned up as much as anybody, but it's a luxury he'll afford to her, at the moment. he stares out into the furious storm beyond the windows as she tidies herself. ) If they do, I suppose we'll have to fight them off. ( said with a glance of unworried challenge. )
For now, I think it would be prudent to recuperate. ( if there's a sly note in his voice, it's because he would prefer if caroline did, at present. he's not particularly willing to continue on indefinitely besides: he's already been given the 411 by newt, he's had his share of battles, and he doesn't see what else he could possibly gain from another venture.
he does see something he could lose. )