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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
From your mods:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

NAVIGATION

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Firstly, wasn't sure if this should go here or at Lamar's ending, so I apologize if this is the wrong place.

Secondly, one of Kylo Ren's abilities would enable to mentally extract information from a person. So, should Lamar be captured and should he be able to have a crack at him, is there anything he would be able to learn from him?

Hi! That comment is for the group to do whatever they want with. Plot, get together, thread - just so it's at the top there for everyone to see. As to your question, if your team decides to capture him then ask that again and we'll give you that information! :D

so... what are we thinking? i know mal expressed interest in having kylo ren extract information from lamar via mind reading, which sound like a great idea imo, but what's the end result here? capture, death, injury + escape? personally, thomas probably wouldn't be all YEAH LET'S KILL HIM unless it was revealed that he's done a bunch of fucked up irredeemable shit, but it's obviously majority rules here.

there's also the option of capture/imprisonment since i thiiink there's a jail being built? or it has been built? idk idk

gimmie your thoughts, team wtf do we do with this guy

hi! not a question but i just wanted to point out the subject line says log #3 and the cut text says log #2!

Arriving in style

[Waking up in a room she wasn't expecting to be in was a very jarring and abrupt turn from what she'd been doing before, and finding herself back into a very much human body was... thoroughly, completely, and inconsolably disappointing, to say the least. There was nothing to do in the situation but push forward though, so it's with a heavy heart that she steps forward out of the room she'd found herself in, though not without poking around uselessly for a bit first. She'd reached the point of just not giving a fuck from how disappointed and upset she was, so hey, whatever, here she was, what could possibly happen to her next!!

When she steps out of the room, she finds herself in Berlin, Germany. At least, she was pretty sure it was supposed to be Berlin, what with some of the signs saying as much, and the extensive amounts of German on the other signs she saw. But the place was... run down, ruined, abandoned. Jupiter's confused, extensively so, but she barely has time to process what she's seeing before she's shoved unceremoniously forward, and finds herself opening her eyes into yet a new location.

She inhales the red dust and coughs, the taste of copper coating her tongue and her throat and causing her to make a pathetic attempt at clearing out her throat and spitting out what had gotten into her mouth in disgust. Jupiter takes off her jacket and awkwardly attempts to tie the sleeves around her mouth and nose to cover up from the dust, catching eyes with the mysterious figure that seems to have ended up alongside her as she turned around at the sound of shuffling. She didn't recognize the person, but it was still a relief to see another face — ]

Hello?

[Jupiter calls out, voice muffled by the fabric. She barely has time to register what's happening before the figure strikes out against her with a knife, slashing at her arm and causing a deep cut. She yells in pain and stumbles back away from the figure, hoping to god (or the devil, she'll take either) that she was fast enough to run away from this person, to find help, to find anything — ]

Help!

The Sight of Lightning
(girls only, unless you want it to be one sided on your characters end!)

[Great. More dust. Awesome. This time now that she was more prepared (and thoroughly jacketless, thanks guys, she liked that jacket!), Jupiter had instead wrapped a more appropriately sized cloth around her mouth and nose, a makeshift mask to keep the dust out of her lungs. The muffling of her voice wouldn't be nearly as much of a problem now that she apparently couldn't talk anyways, so...

Lost in her thoughts and looking down at her device, she doesn't notice that she's running headfirst into another person, and it's with no shortage of surprise she hits the ground with a thud, device skittering away a foot or so as she stared up at the person in front of her, dazed and confused.

Embarrassed, Jupiter scrambles to her feet and grabs her communicator, texting out to the other person as quick as she can.]

shit sorry!!!

I think at the very least he can be imprisoned and interrogated and then possibly his ultimate fate can be decided dependant upon what is learned. For one thing, if he's working with others he could he used to potentially draw them out right?

And, yes. We have this jail let's use it!

Majima would want to capture Lamar and get whatever info they can out of him for sure. He'd be more on the 'get that info now' side than tossing him in a cell and waiting a bit first -- I mean what if the dude tries to kill himself or someone murders him to keep him from talking, that would totally suck...

He'd be all up for mind reading, but whatever happens he'll want to snap a photo of lamar for safekeeping; I mean dude is supposed to be super old, so this 20something obviously doesn't match the description.

He's ambivalent about jail, so if that's the best option available he'll roll with that.

+1 to the need for information, alex would advocate to keep him alive until they can extract what they can, and then execute him

he also has empathic abilities/his dark magic lets him inflict fear and terror on others, so this can also be used for interrogation if needed

Arriving in Style
Content warnings: Blood, gore, excessive violence

[When Maria awoke from her nightmare, she opened a door and walked into an unfamiliar city. Buildings made of metal stood rigid into the sky, half crumbling and overtaken with ruin. It was unlike the architecture she knew, if in a familiar kind of disrepair. Seeing a sign, she read New York, USA. Her eyes blinked and she felt herself losing consciousness, opening her eyes to a blur and further darkness. One more waking dream, before the final dissolution of her being, perhaps? Would she ever find rest?

Waking again, she was standing in the dusty rain of Reims, another place she did not know. She doesn't breathe in deep, sensing the unclear air, worried it was like that of old Yharnam and poisoned with ashen blood. Her clothing was her hunter's garb, still stained with dried blood and the glistening, silver viscera of the clocktower's patients. She pulled her cravat up, over her mouth, an attempt to filter the dust before it could catch in her lungs. Her hat brim leaked water as the rain pooled there, but kept it largely clear of her face.

A sudden strike of pain took her by surprise, but awoke her senses. She felt the length of a knife blade pierce through her jacket and into the flesh of her back. Before it could be pulled free, she spun around to face her attacker, who lost grip and left the weapon lodged in her shoulder. Without hesitation, she struck the man assailing her hard and fast with a closed fist. The blow landed square on the neck, choking a scream of anguish in his throat, and she didn't let up. Tackling and crawling over top him, she closed one gloved palm under his chin, further choking him against the ground. The other hand drew back and then down, repeatedly punching him, stinging her with each blow as she felt the knife jostle. The blood pouring out spurs her on, however, making her hit harder and harder.

Without intervention, she won't stop until the man's face is caved around her knuckles and turned to dust.]

The Sight of Lightning

[Sheltered inside the next day, wherever that may be, Maria is looking over the others. It felt like she had been secluded for many lifetimes, so the suddenly bustle of life is strange and nostalgic. The fearful looking ones draw her attention quickest and even if they have a stoic look on their face, she knows that's not the place to look for signs of anxiety. Standing, Maria felt compelled to talk to someone who caught her eye, to comfort them. She is over six foot tall with striking silver hair and a porcelain perfect face. She's an intimidating figure to have approaching, stopping close to ask quietly, the room they're in relatively proofed for quiet sounds]

Your hands, do they shake against your will? [the question is spoken unexpectedly soft and melodic, tinged with a mysterious kind of European accent. Her tone is concern and genuine, at that. With care, she reaches for the hands she sees quivering. Taking them in hers, her palms are warm, but rough with callouses. She touches gently at first, but if there is pressure put against her, she met it as one might meet the grip of a person in great pain. Her expression is steady, perhaps distant, but her manner is compassionate.]

Be still, you are safe under my watch. [she sounds certain, stating this as a matter of fact. She's not the type to fall for fits of fancy or romantic notions, but the desire to protect and serve is strong in Maria. The simple holding of hands for comfort is a greater sign of affection than she would show most.]

Edited (whoops missed details on the second prompt) 2018-03-27 02:22 (UTC)

Arriving in Style #1 (new babes)

[Kara's out in the dust and the rain, red mud caking under her feet, her cape stuck to her back. Rivulets of red run on the sidewalks and the grass where the sandpaths aren't. It looks like blood, and she doesn't want to think about that, and as the rain pours down, she finds it difficult to see that anymore. She's almost grateful in a way.

This storm is awful, and Kara trudges through Reims, trying to orient herself with landmarks - the fountain, the houses, the highest tower of Town Hall, and in the distance, the hospital. Her head jerks when she hears a scream, and then she's running, splashing through the red mud in a blur of motion just as an attacker is closing in on someone Kara doesn't recognize, but they aren't in a jumpsuit.

New arrivals weren't even supposed to be coming here today. That doesn't matter now. Instead, Kara's screaming, turning the attention of the attacker on herself.]

Hey! Stop right there!

Arriving in Style #2 (oldbies)

[It's chaos, nothing more. The storm has rained down chaos and pain, attackers coming out of the shadows in broad daylight, masking their own sounds with the sounds of the downpour around them. Kara's hair is matted, clinging to her neck, as she whips around, trying to stare into the rain, willing herself to see more than she can, to run in whatever direction of help she needs. There's a figure, darting through the rain, and she takes off for them, not sure if they're a friend or an attacker.

When she reaches them, she grabs their arm, whipping them around. Oh thank God, it's someone she knows. She takes a deep breath.]

What are you doing out in this right now??

The Sight of Lightning (open)

[Kara's been cleaning, trying to repair the damage the storm and the dust had done, including cleaning up the concentrated piles of dusts where bodies had fallen. It's a miserable job, but someone has to do it, right? She's dedicated to the task, carrying sandbags to help the sandpath techs repair and doing whatever she can. She doesn't really take the time to notice the filters of red dust still in the air.

She barely even stops working to eat, which is saying something with her appetite. So when it's finally dark and she starts to trudge back to her apartment, exhausted and sweaty and a mess, there's a weird sensation of longing that swoops through her. At first, she thinks, heck, it might just be longing for her bed, or pot stickers (oh Rao, pot stickers), but there's something more to it than that. Something stronger than that, and she stops on the path to her house, one hand on her heart, almost like she's looking for someone.

It takes her a hot second to figure out who that someone is, but if your character runs into her, they might get to hear the sudden gushing truths escaping Kara about Faith. Oopsie poopsie~

(feel free to catch her before she's Full Besotted if your character just needs an A+ hug from Supergirl ok)]

CR Roulette (locked to Arya-forward dated to 3/31?? ish??)

[the sand's still wet from the previous day's rain (a blissfully quiet summer storm in the spring, unlike the storm before it, and lacking in dust and murder), and Kara is flying around the perimeter in the morning, patrolling the city. Near the bridges, leading out of the community, is a set of footprints - clear as day in the sand even from pretty high up. The weirdest part, to Kara, is that they're pointed out. She's pretty sure there's no trips planned outside of Reims, so what would anyone be leaving for? That's way too dangerous.

When she lands to investigate it, Arya's there too, staring at the footprints, and when Kara gets closer, she can see, compared to her own, and compared to Arya's, these footprints are huge. Arya's the only familiar face there, so Kara's quick to turn to her and sign:]

What the hell?

Wildcard

[if none of this fits your fancy, there's always these options to start things off:
- see her patrolling! mornings and nights, up in the sky!
- see her lifting impossibly heavy things while cleaning!
- Kara (not Supergirl) is usually out and about on most days and will always stop for a chat bc she's intent on Knowing Everyone and the journalist in her keeps very impeccable notes!
- Both her inbox and movie nights posts are things too.
- See her in sign language class? Or at the clinic sometimes? Or the cemetery?
- IF YOU have any other ideas, bring them on!! Or hit me up at

hailandwellmet!]

Arriving in Style - Fight Fight:

[ He has way more experience with shit like this then he'd like to admit too. Being one place in one breath and then somewhere entirely new in the next. Adrien had time to recognize that he had been taken without Courser and that his cuff had fallen off en route.

Usually an indicator that he'd made a jump away from his usual point of origin. Adrien had no time to really consider it, as he stepped outside long enough to catch sight of utter devastation, and a sign reading Mexico City, before everything went dark again.

Consciousness came a little more slowly the second time, the stinging sensation of particles sandblasting his face and hands chasing him towards awareness. He opened his eyes and almost immediately shut them as the dust irritated them, he was taking a breath to curse when a booted foot suddenly slammed into his gut, sending him rolling.

An attack was something he could deal with and as he felt the shift in air currents indicating that foot coming towards his abdomen a second time, Adrien curled like a pillbug and grabbed at the ankle, yanking his assailant off their feet.

Buying himself time to get to his feet, he bounced upwards and peered at the man who attacked him. He didn't recognize the face or anything about the man, except for the fact that he had gotten quickly to his feet as well. Adrien held up a hand, wanting to ask what the foxtrot but again, before he could draw a breath the guy was one him and the attacks were being delivered with deadly intent.

The doctor managed to kick his opponent back again, giving the man a warning look. He really didn't want to introduce himself to a new ... whatever ... with a murder but when the man pulled out a wicked looking knife, Adrien gave up on playing fairly.

This time when the man closed on him, the doctor engaged with moves to kill. He was easily holding his own against the one man, knife or no knife, but seemed to be unaware of the other two coming out of the dust to join the fray. That wasn't particularly sporting; especially the maul axe in the hands of the one.]

Arriving in Style - Medical Aid:

[ Now that there didn't seem to be anyone immediately trying to kill him, Adrien made his way through the streets trying to get his bearings.

He wasn't looking for any injuries, however he wasn't going to ignore them either if someone looked like they needed a quick patch job. At least he'd had one of his first aid kits on him when he'd gotten yanked to ... wherever the hell he was now. ]

You want to get that patched before the next boogeyman comes out of the shadows?

Team Twelve and the Bridge:

[ As he stood at the edge of the bridge, having been made aware of what was expected of him, Adrien looked down over the edge of the bank and then up and down the river.

By his count there were multiple bridges. So why were they bothering with blocking up all of them? Just blow this one up, right? ]

Wildcard:

[ Got an idea for something that doesn't fit one of these prompts? Let me know or just throw it at me! ]

— feel free to pm this journal or contact via

provenance if you want to plot or ask a question!
— here are klaus' permissions if you'd like to take a peek.

Edited, thank you for letting us know!

[ There was the gleam of aluminum and a thud as Majima's bat contacted the back of her assailant's head. The man with the knife staggered to the side, leaving Majima free to gesture towards Jupiter. Better get out of here before that dude decided to get frisky again...

He didn't know this girl from a local, but with the dust storm in full force, it was safe for no one outside as far as he was concerned. He could barely see ten feet in front of him, and he was actually familiar with these streets. ]

C'mon! We gotta head for somewhere safe!

( as this is the second time in less than twenty-four hours that klaus has been caught at a disadvantage and abducted against his considerable will (the first go-around thanks to a particularly pesky witch he thought long-gone) he doesn't quite have the temperament for whatever wretched inconvenience he's been subjected to now.

of course, one must wonder what the first detour to an uncharacteristically empty and quiet jakarta was all about before he was subsequently attacked from behind and then came to in a billowing cloud of irritating and blinding red dust, but he digresses —

his current predicament is pushing himself to his feet, disoriented and oddly, worryingly sick to his stomach. being an immortal vampire and werewolf hybrid normally saves him from all ills, for one. for another, whoever did this has either been incredibly lucky or incredibly powerful, and klaus is eager to know which before he tears the unfortunate soul apart. regardless, the nausea mingles with a prickling of fear and rage up into his throat. he takes his time rising, in part to find steadiness in his limbs, but mostly to consider his surroundings amidst the blowing winds and streaks of crimson that fill his nose with rust and his coat his tongue in copper.

what he can tell is the path he is on is narrow and soft with sand. he straightens and lifts a hand to shield the whipping score of dust from his eyes and spots the looming shape of a building in front of him. before he is attacked, yet again, from behind. )

Edited 2018-03-27 02:14 (UTC)

i. Arrival

[When Raven wakes, she's alone. This is hardly unusual for her, but this isn't where she'd been. She's certain she'd fallen asleep in her old room at the Xavier mansion, left just the way she'd left it twenty years prior. Charles ever hopeful she might return one day.

But this room is something different. It's harsh. She gets up and looks around. Raven doesn't dare announce her presence in case she's been taken captive. Why let them know she's awake? This theory leaves her nearly as quickly as it forms as the door isn't locked. No one is on the other side. She keeps walking and then she's outside. Raven gets out of sight for a moment and changes shape to look human, blonde and unassuming. It's a city, but not one she recognizes. Raven's walks forward up a set of steps. No one is out here either. But her vision focuses on a large imposing tower at the center of the stairs she's walking up. It's beautiful but everything about this has her nerves on edge. Just as she reaches the top of the steps a red dust seems to come from all sides. Her hand goes to her face to cover it, but the dust gets up her nose and the taste of something metallic like blood hits her tongue.

She barely has the time to register that she's no longer in the same place before someone unknown is tackling her from behind. Crying out in surprise, more of the dust enters her mouth and she spits it out. Her instincts take over, turning to fight whomever is on top of her.

All her concentration and strength is needed for this fight, so there are no more disguises, no hiding what she is. The blue woman launches herself at her the man she shoves off her, letting out a cross between and battle cry and a growl. Raven doesn't want to kill. It's not a line she's ever crossed, not since she nearly murdered Trask. After that moment she's never allowed herself to reach that point again, no matter how much she hated someone. And she doesn't mean to reach that point now.

But they keep coming. One person out of the dust, then another, and another. She doesn't know them and they aren't saying anything. There's no slurs, no hate in their eyes, just the determination that its clear they mean to kill her. She knocks out one, but another manages to grab hold of her by the neck as she kicks off a another coming at her from the front.]

ii. Lightning

[Stuck and under constant fear of death by some unknown force. Raven is not ready to accept her fate in this place. There must be something they can do! She's been given a job, which she's no intention of ever doing. Sand path technician? Not happening. She's staying in the House 2 family room. It is more than a little lacking in privacy, which isn't a great situation for Raven, who's not much of a people person.

But something seems to come over her that night, sitting and sulking on her couch, she feels lighter. Maybe being here isn't so bad? Maybe she might make some friends? Maybe she could find someone to care for? Or let someone care for her? All she knows is that she really wants some companionship. An uncharacteristic smile graces her blue lips and Raven sets out, happily greeting any of her roommates before going for a stroll around the city. It seems like a glorious night for a walk.

[[ooc: I'm open to Raven being uncharacteristically friendly to your character, also protective of kids (especially mutant/powered ones!) she comes across, or generally flirty (adults only), but if you want to do anything else just PM me or hit me up at

owemeoneperogi]]

iii. The Case of the Missing Food Crates! Closed to Jupiter

[She will have to blame sheer boredom for agreeing to help find these missing food crates. Honestly she'd much prefer to keep to herself than do any sort of investigation that meant talking to other people and trying to suss out the truth like some small town detective. Food is important in this place and she certainly gets that, so ultimately she agrees to go along and help. She's not sure what to make of her partner just yet, other than the fact that she's young. She pulls out her device to type.]

Where did you want to start? We can start heading door to door? See if we get any leads?

iv. wildcard!
[[PM me or hit me up at

owemeoneperogi for anything else!]]

Edited 2018-03-27 02:16 (UTC)

i. Arrivals- Valar Morghulis cw: violence, blood, murder

[She can hear the fighting before she can see it. Arya moves forward in the storm to find battles taking places all over. Every few yards she moves she can spot another person being attacked by someone else. It soon becomes clear that many of these people don't know what's going on. Don't know why the other person or persons are attacking them.

So she does what she knows and jumps right into the fray with no concern for her own personal safety. Her sword Needle is out and she wastes no time in using it. ]

ii. Training

[Arya is a skilled fighter, especially for only being seventeen, but everything anyone here can teach her, she is intent to learn. Anything to make her better. Anything to make it that much easier to kill those few remaining names on her list when she returns home. And she means to do so.

She in the Town Hall, using one of the rooms to train. She can make noise in here, not that she's making much noise outside of her own heavy breathing as she moves around the room, her sword and dagger both on hand. Her sword sits in her left and the dagger right. Arya is doing her best to learn the form Kylo Ren has been attempting to teach her. Jar'Kai it's called. A dual bladed form meant for two equally sized lightsabers. But it's translatable still. Movement that are still the same. She moves forward, sword held downward and dagger held up. Sweat is beading her brow and she's clearly in deep concentration.

Try not to get stabbed by sneaking up on her, okay?]

iii. wildcard! PM me or hit me up at owemeoneperogi for anything else!

Edited 2018-03-27 02:15 (UTC)

[After the attack, Jupiter will stumble back into another human form, solid and appearing quite suddenly. Maria's quickening made her able to close gaps quickly and with little sound. Reaching for Jupiter, she grabs the girl solidly on the shoulder and pulls her aside, away from another attack. Without grace, Maria tossed her to the ground. Jupiter now out of harms way, the tall woman reaches into her coat and drew out a blunderbuss, which fizzled in the rain, but fired immediately. The sound is concussive, would normally draw the sound eaters in a frenzy, though the weather dampened it just enough. The blast explodes square in the attackers face and took their head clean off their shoulders in a single burst.

Instead of gore and brains splattering, it's only ash and everything about them dissipates with the falling rain. Maria let the weapon smoke a moment, then put it away, looking down at Jupiter from beneath the rim of her leather hat.

Without a word, she leans down and offers a gloved hand to help Jupiter back onto her feet.]

Arriving in Style

[While not well traveled, it's easy to anyone who has watched a lot of movies or paid attention during high school social studies to recognize the silhouettes of the buildings of the city as Caroline pushed open the door into the dusty streets. Russia. Probably Moscow, she guesses, if only because it's the only Russian city she can think of off the top of her head.

She doesn't have long to think about it further, though, as she feels something push her sharply from behind. Normally she'd be able to react, but instead, there's just darkess.

When she wakes up again, she's outside. It's a different place, she can tell that already, but it's hard to make anything out through the thick dust in the air. She coughs once, the taste of copper almost violent on her tongue and in her nose, and the wind whips hard enough that she doesn't hear something moving next to her until it's too late.

The stranger waking up beside her is already on their feet, dagger in hand and thrusting it toward her back, intent on sinking it into the soft spot just below her back ribs.]

The Sight of Lightning

[It doesn't seem strange at first, this sudden loneliness, accompanied by a need for company. Caroline has never been much of a loner, but in this place where she knows pretty much no one, it's hard not to feel more alone than she ever has in her life.

Wasn't it bad enough that she couldn't go home? That all her best friends had essentially left her, in one way or another? Now she was here, couldn't make more sound than a whisper, and no way to get back to Mystic Falls?

It was A Lot. She needed a hug, maybe several, and she felt that need like a hole in her chest.

She spends the majority of the day after the storm in the room she's acquired for herself or the main living area in house 10, or sometimes wandering around outside when the pull to find someone else is too strong.]

Choose Your Own Adventure

[Want to run into Caroline somewhere specific? Hit me with anything and I'll run with it. She could conceivably end up anywhere considering she needs to get her bearings.]

Arriving in Style (open!)

[It's like being pulled out of Santa's bag all over again. What the hell is going on now? Angus blinks in the dark. He can feel dirt under him, gritty on top of cool tile, probably, and as his eyes adjust, magnified behind his glasses, there's a doorway hanging open in front of him. He shuffles to his feet, patting at his waistcoat for his wand and taking it out, gripping it in his hand.

It can't be The Hunger, so his hand doesn't shake, and any little tremor that tells otherwise he quickly forces to stop, holding himself tense and rigid as he looks around. Quickly, he casts prestidigitation and a small flame, void of any sort of heat, sparks to life in his palm, flickering in the empty, silent room.

Angus turns a full circle, walking the perimeter of the room, but there's nothing. Nothing except pipes that lead to multiple faucets running along the ceiling, and a shitton of red dust on the floor, practically covering the yellowed tile underfoot. There's an Angus-sized cut-out in the dust where he had been lying, but other than that, the room is empty, no useful information to be gathered. That's weird.

He walks to the doorway then, open and welcoming, and blinks at the scenery unfolding in front of him. It's a wasteland, still and abandoned, but had once been vibrant and bustling probably. Colorful, decorated buses are overturned on the streets, and further away are towers with most of the windows shattered and broken, some crumbling from apparent years of disuse. There's a blue sign with a language written on it that Angus can't read and a plane drawn in white on the sign, leading to an airport (not that Angus would know what any of that is.

Mostly, he thinks it's a weird way to draw a train.)

He fiddles with the buckles on his satchel and pulls out his book, flipping the blank pages open and looking at the sign again. He doubts the sign is magic, but with any luck and a little insight, it should translate the signs for him. And - ah-ha! It does! Karachi Airport. Whatever that is. It's not Neverwinter, that's for sure.

He adjusts his glasses, squinting into the distance from the safety of the little room he's in. A scrawling note appears on the page just as Angus feels a hard push on his back and -

And when he stumbles across the threshold, it's like his lungs seize up. He's unable to breathe, the book flapping open in a death grip, the warning Behind you visible until it and Angus disappear out of sight.

Angus wakes with a desperate gasp, shooting up and patting at himself. Oh, thank God he's alive. He's alive. He was so sure he was dead! Holy shit! But he's not in the same place, if the rain pouring down on his head and the weird red sand - or dust? like in the room before? - is anything to go by. There's no towers, no buses, and he's not in that room anymore.

Before it can get soaked, he feels around, vision limited, for his book, sliding it back into the satchel slung around his chest. He's about to stand when a shadow approaches him, a figure running toward him - a grown up, a stranger, with a glinting knife in his hand. Angus flings himself backwards, windmilling his arms and scrambling in the sand to create distance between himself and his attacker.]

Help! Someone - help me!

[behind his attacker - are there more? What the shit do they want with him? He's just a twelve-year-old boy!]

CR Roulette (closed to Yuu)

[he's only just arrived, but on his device... contraption is a message when he wakes up, a favor from a native, from a Constance? Is that who they talked to at first? He thinks so. They need lights installed on the fronts of each house. There's a guarantee he'll have a partner to work with and a message that everyone here should pull their weight.

That's a bit ominous.

He dusts off his jumpsuit, combs his fingers through dark curls and wipes his glasses clean before settling down to search through the network for this person named Yuu. Unfortunately, he has no idea how to find someone on here since no one seems to go by their names...... To the network, he posts:]

un: boydetective Hello! My name is Angus McDonald. I'm supposed to be working on a new project with someone named Yuu! If this is you, please meet me on the porch of house eight so we can get started. Thank you very much!

Wildcard

[Angus is going to be keeping his jumpsuit ridiculously clean, so one of his first haunts will be the streams, trying to wash his jumpsuit off with a wet cloth. When he's satisfied with that, he can be found in the library hidden behind a pile of dusty books that's taller than he is, all of them non-fiction as he pours through any sort of history of Reims to figure out where they are and what's going on. He takes breaks to compare notes to what he reads in the books to what is on the bulletin board, and he finds a pen that halfway works on the librarian desk and uses extra pages apologetically torn from books to take notes, almost feverishly.

If you want something special, feel free to hit me up here or at

hailandwellmet!]

[Arya is kneeling down and inspecting one of the prints with open curiosity. Could any man be big enough to make them? They seem even bigger than the Mountain might leave behind. Glancing back she sees Kara there having clearly taken notice of them too. She shrugs.] Some kind of animal? I don't know. [Without waiting, she starts down the path after them, trying to see if she can find where they might lead.]

Something About Lightning; Closed to Adrien
[By the time she makes her way back to house twelve and stumbles inside, she's exhausted. She hasn't even been awake that long, but being dust coated and making her way through a dust covered town has left her feeling like she could sleep for two days straight. Her journey from the reset room has been nothing but disorienting, and she's left shuffling her way toward the bathroom to see if it's possible to get any water out of the sink.

She peeks her in the family room to make sure her room's still in one piece, and she's pleased to see that it's exactly how she remembers leaving it. It feels like so long ago she last slept in the bed there. Her room isn't near the bathroom though, so she has to go through the kitchen and down into the hallway to walk past the dining room. Someone new must have moved in though, because she sees a light and hears someone moving about inside.

Still covered head to toe with the red dust, she makes her way into the bathroom to clean up. It's not raining out and the room isn't soundproofed, so she doesn't use water. She just finds a towel and uses it to wipe at her face and hair. Once she's got herself clean enough she makes her way back out and over to the dining room. Knocking on the edge of one of the open walls, she peeks her head inside. Talking is risky, but she doesn't want to mess with the device right now.]

This room was empty last time I was in.

Research Nerds;
[Clara spends a lot of time at the library. Probably a lot more than is healthy. After speaking with one of the new arrivals, she thinks about her conversation she had with Kylo Ren back on the night of the dinner where everyone's sight went wonky. She had talked about sound eaters in other parts of the world, and now it seems like there might actually be a case for that. So she tries to keep a list and make a map of new arrival locations, though it's not exactly the best time to reach out and ask the general public where they remember waking up. Instead she focuses on getting as much information as she can, diving into the newspaper archives to see the last few weeks of papers that are available.

If anyone else is research minded and might be around, she's definitely likely to put her books and newspapers down at the same table and sit together for a companionship. If you're someone that's looking for her because she's been missing for a few days, she's got her nose stuck in a book and is sitting on the edge of one of the tables looking like the queen of the library. In any case, she's definitely open to working with others!]

TEAM THIRTEEN, ASSEMBLE!
They asked us to create a way to help make breathing easier the next time there's a dust storm. I'm not sure if that means we ought to prepare the city for the next one, or just make something that everyone can use. Got any ideas?

[She's only known Carpet for a grand total of about five minutes, but she's just readily accepted the fact that there's a sentient carpet here that can fly and communicate with her. The TARDIS really prepared her for moments like this one. He seems friendly and willing to work with her, so she's eager to get the job going. It's something she really feels will make a difference for people here, and therefore it's important to her. She's invited him to come to the library with her so they can have some research materials plus space to work, and it's a nice neutral place where neither of their homes have to be involved.

Her best thinking is typically done while pacing, and that's exactly what she does now. She moves around one of the tables that they're using, device held in both hands. There's a good idea between them, and she's sure of it. They just have to dig in to find it.]

Arriving in Style [ For Chloe ]

[ Maya knew pretty much nothing about traveling. The extent of her own excursions was traveling with her best friend's family to upstate New York. What she did know was that this was not New York City. Moments earlier she had woken up in a room that was completely unfamiliar and after leaving she had found herself outside in what looked like some apocalyptic Narnia. Confusion settled over her and she swallowed a lump that was forming in her throat. A bad dream. Whatever she had eaten last night before bed must be causing all of this. Or perhaps the lack of sleep she had been getting all these years was catching up to her.

Ah well, might as well check out the surroundings. She started to move forward searching for a sign and when she came across it, the words: Wellington, New Zealand were scrawled across it. ]

What the...

[ She couldn't finish her sentence because she felt something or someone shove her. After that there was nothing but darkness. When she came back around she felt like she was choking on something. No dream had ever felt so real, and her senses were overwhelmed by the thick cloud of red that she breathed in sharply. It's then that she realizes that she is not alone and someone else is near her. ]

Hey...You okay...?

[ The individual stands up and fear gripped at her. Whoever this person is, she can already tell they are not safe and she knew she had to get up and run. She was on her feet fast, grateful for once to not be in heels. The person is fast on her trail though and the dust is making it hard to breathe. ]

HELP!

The Sight of Lightning

[ This place sucked. She would never complain about school or any situation ever again. They all paled in comparison to being here. On top of that she was desperately lonely and aching for the companionship of the people she knew and loved, one best girlfriend in particular. Her bedroom had a window and she'd dragged a chest over to it, in hopes of making it a proper place to sit. It just sucked.

Not talking wasn't an impossible task for her, because she had learned as a young girl when to just shut up and stay out of the way. She knew how to not be seen or missed, but she didn't like it and she didn't want it. At least she knew well enough how to act like she didn't care.

When she grew tired of sitting alone by her window, she threw up her hands and made her way out of the bedroom. She never had been able to stay still for very long, used to wandering off when a situation felt too stifling. It was how she had ended up wandering the streets of NYC at five years of age.

She was staying at the third house, and she spent some time exploring the home.

When she got bored, yet again, she decided to venture outside. She wasn't sure who she would find, but it was better than staying cooped up inside. ]

[Wildcard]

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MOD LOG #3

QUESTIONS

LAMAR'S ENDING?

hello, it is I again!

no subject

no subject

no subject

Jupiter | We Know The Devil

no subject

no subject

no subject

Lady Maria | Bloodborne

Kara | Supergirl

Adrien Arbuckal - Team Twelve

klaus mikaelson | closed + open starters!

no subject

arrival

closed to newt.

Raven Darkholme | X-men Cinematic Universe | ota

Arya Stark | Game of Thrones | ota

Arriving in Style

Caroline Forbes | The Vampire Diaries

Angus | The Adventure Zone

no subject

Clara Oswald

Maya Hart | Girl Meets World | arrival closed to Chloe the rest OTA