quietplacelogs | MOD LOG #3

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!!!

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

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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)

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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!]

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]

[Something else you wanna do? Feel free to start something here!]

Arriving in Style:
[Everything is a blur. One moment she's in Wakanda, the next she's stumbling out in a place that definitely is not. A glance at a road sign tells her that it's Perth, Australia. The name and her decayed surroundings just barely register with her before something pushes roughly at her and the force of it is enough to make her vision quickly tunnel and go to black. When she wakes up again, it's with a gasp.

That gasp is a mistake, as the dust swirling around her fills her mouth and quickly reaches her lungs. Coughing only makes it worse and she wishes that she had any of her gear from Wakanda. There are things there that can be used for dust storms. Here and now, she's unprepared and vulnerable. Her confusion only mounts when she isn't able to piece together where she is, though from what she can see, she doubts that it's home.

Her hands move over her eyes, trying to shield and protect them. She looks around, and takes notice of a man right near her. After initially moving to try and help them up, she winds up jumping back when they attempt to lash out at her. She's been taught to fight, but without her gauntlets or armor she feels out of place to try and fight back. She's never had to fight to the kill before, and doesn't want to now. There's no method to stun or subdue here, and she's quickly swept up into a fight for her life as each blow becomes more and more aggressive. She's able to hold her own reasonably well, but she still needs help. So Shuri calls out for the first person she can think of who she trusts to help her.]

Brother! [Her kimoyo beads glow, but do not connect to or reach T'Challa. She's not in Wakanda. Wherever she is, she's alone, and facing an escalating situation that she isn't equipped to handle. She puts all of her body weight in knocking her opponent down, and takes off at a run. The man follows, making Shuri panic.]

Someone Be Friends With this Nerd:
[A wildcard option. Shuri will be all over town collecting the red dust in different containers. She's eager to meet as many people as possible, but is also very fascinated by the amount of dust that covers the town. Run into her anywhere and everywhere, and she'll talk science at you. And probably also question the hell out of you, so proceed at your own risk!]

Any old port in a storm (Open)

[ The red clouds of dust swirling about Reims were choking and immense, but there were still a few lights on in the city, flickering through the gusts and the rain. Should anyone wander towards one of these, they might find the warm, welcoming light of a small establishment, with a sign hanging above the door in gold block letters: CHURCH IN THE WILD.

The door, surprisingly enough, was open -- revealing a small bar and lounge, counter polished to a high shine and glasses neatly placed up on the shelves. ]

Good thing I left the lights on. You alright?

[ Should they be stumbling, they'd be helped up. Otherwise, Majima would be behind the counter, dressed in a dark suit -- perhaps with a dusting of red on his clothing. ]

The weak should fear the strong (For Tetora)

Hey. There's some kinda rageout nutjobs outside.

[ was Majima's general take on the situation. Technically, he should probably be holed up inside, only he'd seen people out of doors, getting accosted by said nutjobs, and thus wasn't it every citizen's duty to get out there and make sure these busters toed the line?

spoilers hell yeah it was ]

No money, no family/16 in the middle of Miami (For Rei)

[ Of all the people they could've asked to do this soundproofing work, well.... okay, the townspeople could have made a worse choice, but why not nab someone with superspeed? Majima hefted a hammer dubiously before turning to Rei. ]

Alright, where'll we start? Do a walkthrough of the place, see which rooms need reinforcin' the most?

[ Feel free to contact me at

Tetradecimal or tetra | majima #2434 if you'd like to set up anything, otherwise I'll be tagging around! ]

i'll check in tomorrow if i don't wake up dead [arriving in style]

[The Ingress portal has reopened, and for a moment, she feels nothing but pure relief. Giving herself over to the memorial, preparing to die to ensure the safety of her crewmates--it had worked. The light is so bright and nearly blinding, but she welcomes it as never before.

But instead of the usual pull of the Ingress energy, there's something else: a tug in a different direction, and then she's falling, falling, falling--

The ground is hard, covered in a red dirt. Every single one of her muscles screams, her head aches more than she can ever remember in her life. She nearly doubles over from the shock of it when she stands, stumbling forward, hitting the wall. The Lasso of Hestia glows faintly at her hip, and her shield makes a too-loud clang as it clips the edge of the doorframe on her way out. She squints against the dust in her eyes. Everything has fallen into disrepair, and she sees a crumbling building in the distance with a tall spire. Bangkok is lettered in peeling paint on a wall across the street, and she takes a step forward, lips parting to call out.

Nothing is familiar. Nobody is around. The toe of her boot crosses the threshold, and she's engulfed in darkness.

Diana gasps, this time doubling over and having to support herself with her hands on her knees. This isn't right, none of this is right. Travel through the Ingress had never left her feeling so sore, so disoriented. Panic threatens to set in, but she pushes it aside, trying not to take too deep a breath with all the dust around. Finally making out approaching footsteps despite the rain. The dirt is slowly but surely turning to mud on her skin, like coagulated blood. She forces herself to straighten, search the area for the source of the footsteps.]

Hello?

[Her voice is hardly a croak, and she takes a step forward, her armor feeling stiff from the dust invading every crease and seam. The footsteps pause, and so does she. Something definitely isn't right.

Diana barely hears the swish of the length of metal rebar before it slices through the air beside her shoulder. She raises an arm to deflect the attack, sloppy in her daze. Sparks fly off the bracer, her entire arm vibrating with power that's only almost there, the screech of metal-on-metal somehow dulled by the atmosphere. The Amazon lunges forward, away from whoever is attacking her. Careless, she hears Antiope whisper in her mind, and the corners of her vision blur from dizziness.]

What are you doing?!

[She's breathless, raising her arms for defense. This time she hears the bar more clearly, and is able to deflect it again in another shower of sparks.]

this is the road to ruin [the sight of lightning]

[Once she's been told the rules of this place, Diana finally realizes that this is not at all the work of the Ingress. To her knowledge, no crewmember had ever been taken to a new world alone--there were always others, or a portal back to the station. But as she thinks about the explanation she's been given and the fact that she does, in fact, seem to be alone, a certain sense of unease begins to creep up into her heart.

So when she feels the pull to go into the sand-covered streets, to search for someone, anyone, she doesn't think of it as anything except a kind of homesickness. Themyscira would always be her true home, of course, but she had created another kind of home on the Avagi--one with people she loved and wanted to protect. Her heart aches for their company, more than ever before, and it seems impossible to make it disappear.

When she finally sees someone, whether it be by the fountain, in the greenhouse, by the river, or any number of other places, she can't help but approach them, hoping to ease some of the pain, or perhaps fulfill the longing for something familiar. She readies her communicator, typing out a quick message once she has their attention.]

This place was beautiful once, I think.

and we're starting at the end [wildcard]

[if we've already talked about something on the plotting post, let's do it! keeping tdm threads as game canon is fine with me, and i'm open to just about anything for diana. she's living in house 12, and will be working as a teacher. information on her crau and abilities can be found here. as always, hit me up at

watchet for anything specific, especially if it could end up being nsfw. thank you!]

Edited 2018-03-27 03:53 (UTC)

Arriving in style

Bucky hasn't been here long, but he's learning what some of the dangers look like. The dust is ominous with its red hue and Bucky would just as soon stay inside if he was sure that everyone around him would be equally safe, but they can't be sure of that and from inside of house 1, he sees movement in the streets.

After that, he slips carefully out to find anyone who might be in danger. Shielding his eyes as much as he can, he looks around for movement in the swirling dust or linger footprints, though even his own don't last long in the wind. There are plenty of strong and capable people here, but there are also plenty of civilians who could get hurt or killed if they're left alone in this, so he pushes on through the street, taking cover against buildings when he needs to. It would be easier if he could call out, but he won't risk it right now. Anything that could carry over the wind would be pretty loud.

If he spots any movement or signs of life outside, he'll move towards it. This half-blind, dangerous sort of tracking feels familiar in a way that's actually welcome. Instead of thinking about what he did as the Winter Soldier, this brings him back to the War. Back then, he wouldn't have expected that to be a good thing.

The Sight of Lightning

Maybe it's all the quiet or maybe the stillness of the house right now, but Bucky feels restless in a way he rarely does anymore. Most of his evenings here, he's sat quietly in his room, reading what he could get his hands on or watching others talk on the devices. Spending time quietly isn't new to him and he doesn't mind it. After being on the run, it's almost calming at times.

Tonight, however, he's got an itch to leave. There's something that's so lonely about his room that he just needs to get out of it. Strange that he's been alone almost entirely since he eluded HYDRA, but now he feels the weight of that hitting him and he just wants to be around other people, even if he's not really with them.

He doesn't see anyone around in the house as dusk settles in, so he sets out to find what might resemble nightlife around here. Of course, keeping mostly to himself, he hasn't managed to pick up on where social gatherings might happen or even if they're possible beyond group meals, but he figures there has to be something. Even in the War, they went to bars when they could, sat around fire or even in the cold, dark night together, but they had something.

The town hall seems like the first place to look for people, he supposes, and he winds up there for a little while, hanging back for the most part as a few people mill around. That restless feeling is a little better now and he finds a place to perch out of the way on a bench inside the entrance. He doesn't slink back in the shadows now. What's the point when so many people seem so unfamiliar with him and Stark hasn't tried to make any real trouble, either? He'll smile or nod at anyone who passes by, giving an extra big smile to any pretty young women who catch his eye.

Once he leaves the town hall, he'll wander the sanded streets doing very much the same. A silent gesture of greeting to anyone he sees, though few of them are familiar yet. He's not comfortable here, exactly, but something in him is settling. After moving so often for so long, staying in one place for several weeks with no plans to leave it feel strange. Maybe he really should start to integrate himself a little more.

Rabbit Season

Being a hunter had sounded like an easy job to Bucky at first, but the added challenge of being silent had certainly made it less thoughtless and more of an active challenge. It's a good job for him, because it keeps his mind occupied, at least. Today, he's walking back towards the center of the town with three fat rabbits he'd managed to catch. He knows they have to be careful not to catch too many faster than they can multiply or they'll run out of food, so he figure he can help skin and gut these.

As he walks along by himself, he practices the sign language he's learning. He can't communicate much yet, but he's got a pretty good aptitude for language and this is no different. He signs simple words over and over again, just making gibberish so he can get comfortable with the movements himself, but if someone wanted to think I am fish or Flowers taste blue mean something, that's their choice.

Wildcard

[ If you'd like to throw something at me, go for it, or feel free to request a specific starter. You can reach me at blauren or kobrakidding#0888 on discord ]

Question: You're an independent, free-thinking woman. How do you feel about business ventures?

ARRIVAL
[ it's fairly simple, in terms of occurrence. the sky darkens, and on the horizon is what seems to be a swiftly creeping dust storm. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that those outside ought to take cover, because while the rain might let the sound eaters have their own fun around their nests, the red dust is clearly trouble - tetora's not here for that, at least not today.

he's minding his own business in the garage of house twelve when he hears it first, all in glorious stereo. someone moans. someone groans. it's like that moment in horror movies when zombies first start to turn. and then - yelling. people, plural, yelling in what sounds to be a fight.

a fight.

tetora wastes no time in getting his knives and rushing out. be it monster or man that's having a royal rumble outside, tetora's going to help because fuck it, it's been a long-ass while, and he's coming out slashing. ]

MIND YOUR FUCKING HEAD, INCOMING!

Arrivals -
She caught sight of the movement out of the corner of her eye. There was someone there, in the rain, and they were being attacked. Rei was never a girl who felt the slightest bit of fear, so it was completely natural for her to pick up a heavy object from near the door and open it after only a cursory check of the hinges.

Stepping out, she made for them, intent on defending the person, and seeing nothing more than the dark shadows. If she saw a sound eater, she'd be striking hard and fast, though if she saw two people, she'd settle for the attacker. There wasn't time for investigation, after all.

Lightning - (OOC Platonic only.)
It was as if there was some small part of her that was missing somehow. She was having trouble placing it when it happened, but it came with a compulsion, a desire and a craving. She was looking for someone, though that someone was gone, had disappeared with her barely having met them that one time. It left a pit inside of her, and as she came up on the person in front of her, she didn't really care. She just wanted closeness.

So, she started to approach them, swallowing a little, nervous. Her face looked like it was twitching, on the verge of some sort of emotion. She was struggling with a need not to be alone, as the smell of cloying, struggling red dust lingered. What was going on here?

Arriving in style (Day 1)

“…What happened at Midland Circle could’ve gone another way... It could’ve been either one of us lying dead in the bottom of that hole. I just came to say …that I’m really, really glad it wasn’t you. ...Try stayin’ in touch, Jess. You’ve got friends. One of ‘em is in Harlem…”

She mentioned grabbing coffee as he made his way out of the bar he'd found her at in Hell's Kitchen. Luke only gave her a nod and pushed away any thought of the past between them. Always forward. It was the last thing he remembered before stepping out the door and finding himself somewhere that was definitely not New York City. Stepping out into Mesa, Arizona?

He wouldn't have had any idea where he was if it weren't for the road signs. Yet something didn't seem quite right. He felt like he'd just woken up and Luke was pretty sure that Mesa, Arizona shouldn't have been so desolate. He'd looked into business and houses, unable to find another soul. It wasn't long before Luke lost his footing again and suddenly found himself pushed into a void. Darkness. This was more sinister than anything that he experienced with The Hand or anyone. Or his enemies had somehow gotten better.

Given the dragon talk that Danny Rand shared, maybe The Hand saved their big guns until after they'd been defeated. Luke found himself in a cloud of red dust. "Sweet Christmas," he choked out. The taste of copper overwhelmed his senses. It was hard to see but there was someone there with him. Whoever it was came at him incessantly. Blow after blow. They had a sword--some kind of blade or instrument that was not making a dent on his skin. It was hard to breathe, much less talk. He got angry enough to hit hard and send the attacker flying.

The Sight of Lightning-ish (AKA picking up from TDM threads)
Arrival (Day 2)
Luke Cage wasn't a stranger to... well, the strange. His life took one crazy turn after another. First, it was suddenly having unbreakable skin and super strength when others had died in the same experiment performed on him in prison. Then he met Jessica Jones with a similar gift to his, her strength besting Luke's. Along with Jones came the psycho with mind control (Kilgrave) who fated the two to meet.

Recently, Luke had reunited with Jessica and a couple other New Yorkers that also had super powers. The four had teamed up to fight against The Hand who were intent on destroying New York City. One of the four was lost but the city was saved. And now Luke Cage found himself somewhere that sound wasn't allowed. He was warned about being killed, regardless of his impenetrable skin and super strength.

"Sweet Christmas," Luke thought to himself while finally leaving the reset room after the red dust that wouldn't stop the day before.

Falling down the stairs (Day 3)
Luke had yet to explore or understand Reims when he'd fallen asleep and found himself in some nightmare stuck on repeat. The dream brought him back to Seagate when he was a prisoner. He was fighting and losing himself. Reva couldn't reach him. His mind was a dark abyss, feeling he had nothing to fight for.

Suddenly he found himself on the table in the experiment that killed a series of others and went through the painful procedure. Someone was with him that Luke had not remembered from before. That same person was at the fights, Luke could swear it.

If those two memories weren't bad enough to relive in a dream, he suddenly found himself facing off against Jessica Jones in the fight that led up to her having to fire off a shotgun at his head so he'd stop. Luke knew better but couldn't stop himself or change the outcome. The shot rang off and he was back at Seagate, brawling.

"Always forward. Never backward," he mumbled to himself.

a) on a scale from 1 to 10 i'm at biblical violence (arriving in style)

[ she blinks and in the next breath, she's no longer on the ship holding the last of the kingdom of asgard. she wakes up in a dilapidated city, barely making out the words frankfort, kentucky, and has just enough time to wonder if this was the earth that thor had wanted to house their people on before darkness closes in again.

the second time waking is slower, more sluggish and just as disorienting. she squints through the red dust and rain as it coats her mouth and nose, staining her skin, her hair; turns the white gold of her armor to a ruddy brown. she barely makes a few steps forward before the heavy swing of an axe catches her arm, glancing off her gauntlet as she stumbles back those few steps she had taken. instinct and training keep her feet light and she slides back again to dodge the next swing, barely making out the face of her assailant, just as dark and rusted as she is. there's a hard edge to his gaze that makes her grit her set her jaw, baring her teeth in an odd semblance of a grin: there's purpose in his swings, method in his movements, and if he's aiming to kill she has no reason to hold back.

she sidesteps the next swing and draws her sword, intent on giving back as good as she gets. ]

b) my whole life is a joke. (arriving in style pt. 2)

[ it'd been years, decades, centuries since she'd had anything to protect after leaving asgard the first time. sakaar had given her the freedom of doing whatever she wanted, the freedom of not caring, even if it meant forgetting everything she'd lived and breathed for most of her life. but meeting thor had changed that, returning to asgard changed that, and it hasn't been very long since she'd confronted hela one last time. she's still sporting those bruises and cuts, and she'd thought maybe she might enjoy a little actual peace for a while, but things have a habit of not going her way when she wants them to.

she's not the only one paired up with a stranger out to kill her, and after destroying hers, she decides she may as well hang back to help others. the dust has yet to settle, thickened by the continuous rain, and she trudges through it despite it all. it slows her movements some, catching more hits than she normally would but she hardly notices; asgardian bodies are made tougher to withstand more. more pain, more sorrow, more regret, and while she'd never consider herself a god (that's thor, that's hela, and she still remembers struggling in that last fight with her), she figures the fact that she can't seem to die whenever she expects to probably makes her close enough to one. or something to that effect.

she gets in the way of the swing of a knife, catching the man's fist in her hand with a grip hard enough to twist muscle and bone, hard enough to get him to drop the weapon. but his grip is still tight around the handle, and she doesn't look away even as she addresses the new arrival behind her, ]

Get going. I'll cover you.

c) unless it involves a lot of whiskey, i'm not interested (sight of lightning/wildcard)

[ so they want her to be quiet. that's fine. her armor gets traded in for a jumpsuit and she ventures out onto the sand paths silently, standing out against her bleak surroundings. if this is truly midgard, thor really picked a shitty place for them to land, but she's starting to get the feeling that none of their people are here. it's enough for her to take at least some comfort in it, knowing that the kingdom is still safe, still bound for their true destination.

this isn't the first time she's found herself on a sorry excuse for a planet, willingly or otherwise. aside from the lack of trash and junk everywhere, this place is not so different from sakaar, if she thinks about it. the thought actually teases a bit of a smile, dry lips ticking up in a small smirk.

from one dumpster to another. all she needs is some alcohol to feel right at home. ]

c. just nut up and die alone (wildcard pt. 2)

[ not feeling any of the above? feel free to hit me up with something else, especially if we worked out any team ups/rescuing beforehand! lmk if you'd like a closed starter and i can throw that down too. come at me over on microwaves if you wanna hash anything out! ]

Edited 2018-03-27 09:08 (UTC)

[He recognized the effects quickly enough. The warm feelings, the desire for physical contact... how strange that he would feel this, though, when he hadn't recently had any of that drink.

... he can't say that he terribly minds, though. It's oftentimes difficult for him to conjure up sincere positive emotions, and this... just happened to do it for him. For a time, the negative feelings and doubts that plagued his mind would be blessedly absent. Or at least... they wouldn't be quite so overwhelming. (And sometimes, even then, they would still overpower him.)

His thoughts eventually drift to Akira, as they're wont to do while he's in this state, and he can't help but think of how things went last time. He was sorely embarrassed in the morning, but he could care less about that particular point, at the moment. All he cared about, really, was how safe and welcome he had felt in Akira's arms...

... and he really ought to pay more attention to where he's going instead of letting his affection-hazed mind wander, because when he turns the corner he actually manages to bump into someone. His eyes immediately widen and instinctively, his hand shoots out to grab their shoulder, even though he hadn't bumped very hard into the person at all.

He opens his mouth, abruptly closes it, then takes out his device with his free hand— his left— and types up a message.]

Sorry! That was careless of me.

Arriving In Style

[Things had been relatively quiet (pun intended) around here since Leo arrived, but it doesn't seem like they're going to stay that way. The rain has been going on and stirring up the dust. Leo finally decides he can't stay inside any longer and goes outside. That's when he starts to notice that there's some strange stuff going on around here.

There's new people around and people apparently trying to kill them. Huh. This is interesting. He watches for a moment, but something inside of him used to protecting people gets stirred up. He can't just let them deal with this problem on their own. He spots a nearby pair grappling and goes to help. He pulls off the person whose trying to attack one of the new arrivals, tossing them to the side with little effort. He's clearly much stronger than he initially looks. He looks at the person being attacked, checking them for injuries.]

You alright?

The Sight of Lightning

[Well, Leo's not sure what's going on around here, but suddenly it seems like everyone around here feels the need for intense company all of a sudden. He's already got bitten by the bug around Raven, so he's figuring this has to be happening to a majority of the population.

He keeps seeing someone wherever he goes, just out of the corner of his eyes, never quite catching a glimpse of them. He finally stops and waits for them to show themself, looking a touch exasperated. He pulls out his device.]

What are you doing?

Team Four

[So it looks like someone is disturbing the peace around here by throwing rocks. So Leo and some other guy that he doesn't know have been asked to take a look into things. They've already been waiting a few hours, but there's no sign of the culprit. Leo hasn't really been up to talking up to this point. He's not very social at the best of times.

Leo's starting to get bored, so he turns to Dyluck as he pulls out his device.]

Maybe whoever is doing this isn't going to show up today.

Wildcard

[Just a couple of ideas:
Leo trying assess the state of your soul as to whether you're a sinner or not, and thus, whether he can eat your soul or not.
Getting accidentally charmed by his song while in a soundproofed area.
Watch him fail at food preparation.
Or if you've got another idea, feel free to poke me at

Light_shade]

QUESTIONS

LAMAR'S ENDING?

Jupiter | We Know The Devil

Lady Maria | Bloodborne