quietplacelogs | INTRO LOG #3

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the dark tower: jake chambers

INTRO LOG #3

INTRO LOG #3
Put a Sock in It
Content Warnings: Disorientation, memory loss, confusion
Themes: Arrival, survival, exploration, horror

You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.

Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits. By the time they’re through, you will have begun to come back to yourself.

A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.

Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, Constance, with a child hugging her leg - a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.

This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. You may ask one question and receive one answer. There are others like you in the room, those who'd come earlier. They're there to help.

Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in-between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message. Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid.

Now, you're to settle into your new home – with or without the help of those who have come before you.

In Freakish Flight
Content Warnings: Threat to safety, death, weird creatures
Themes: Plot, survival

This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of "hooch" was dry.

The new arrivals are here, like clockwork it seems. A strange occurrence that the natives haven't missed. They don't have answers but following support and encouragement from some of the older arrivals, they have been looking into it. If they notice anything odd, they post it to the bulletin board and they're working as hard as ever to help. Settling in is easier this time around, smoother, as everyone is more prepared than before. The first few days go well, one of the natives finds a patch of wild berries and makes fresh jam - serves it with breakfast until it runs out. There's a nice breeze that night, not too hot and not too cold. The stars twinkle and the moon is full, a pleasant atmosphere rolls through the community as everyone falls asleep.

Everyone wakes to the soft sounds of birds chirping. There's a light fog, windows misted over, and abruptly, it goes quiet. The only way to see outside is to open the door and those curious ~~brave~~ enough will find, covered in red dust, a handful of individually unique creatures scattered around the fountain at the center of the community. There's about fourteen of them - each one focused on the door of the main residences and two have scurried off towards the others, quiet now but watching. After the first door opens, they move, stopping only when they're right in front of each of the houses and then the sounds start again. Louder.

OOC: Removing the threat, these creatures, is possible in a few ways. They have a weakness for water, which slows them down and shuts them up. They can be killed, the same as any normal animal might. Or they can be captured, something tied around their bills to silence them. Unfortunately, only a few will survive being caught alive ( we randomized out of the twelve houses - 5, 1, 2, 12, and Private Housing (Sora) and the Permanent Apartments ) and can be kept for study. The players in each house can decide what they want to do with them or use the comment below if they want to hand it over. As a side note, the dead ones can be kept too.

Alone or Together
Content Warnings: Poisoning
Themes: Plot

Up until now everything around here has been, well, pleasant. Recently certain things have become unpleasant. Now, it seems to me that the first thing we have to do is to separate out the things that are pleasant from the things that are unpleasant.

The natives have been up front about those that came through the Reset Room before. Some left, some didn't survive, and a few now call themselves natives. The above message lights up everyone's devices ( username - lamar ) but all ways to respond are disabled. A follow up message comes from Constance, explaining that they don't know how the message has been sent due to the fact that Lamar has been dead for over a decade. That night at dinner, the set up in town hall, the natives are abuzz talking about the mysterious message. Food is passed out. Drinks are had.

Before the first person leaves the hall, a plume of red dust sprays out from an old vent near the floor boards and fills the room. Quickly, all color is leached from the world. Every person is now color blind, seeing everything in varying shades of black, white, and grey as they cough and choke, trying to clear the dust from their faces and mouths. Was this Lamar? Was this the person who rigged up the noise machine in Verdel Square? What did the message mean?

OOC: The effects will fade after twenty four hours. All arrivals, new and old, plus all natives will be effected. For each character, one person will still be in color. Players can decide who this is. A friend, lover, enemy, one of the natives.

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!

NAVIGATION

Threaded | Flat

All new characters can ask a native one question and get one response. This can be anything and set during any point within the first weeks they are in game. Remember to read other people's questions as each character, new and old, will have heard them asking and catch the answer. Characters can give their question to someone else or collaborate (just note it in your comment).

Comment here with any posts, information, or links that old characters have to give new characters.

Use this comment to plot if you need to!

In Freakish Flight (House One - inside the house, or Anyone Else - stuck outside the house)
[ Who had two thumbs and was unlucky enough to be stuck with this guy while one of the strange, alien birds was staring down the door of House One?

You, buddy. It was you.

Ryoga looked absolutely mutinous as he peered out from his hiding spot at the thing on the doorstep. ]

That FIEND! Why aren't those monsters swooping down to take it off our hands? Is it mocking us?

[ send help ]

A teenage martial artist walks into a bar; (Town Hall)

I'M BLIND!

[ Ryoga stage-whispered, clutching at his eyes and rolling back in his chair dramatically as the vent dumped its contents on everyone inside. Good thing town hall was soundproofed, broheim, or everyone present would've been in hot water.

THIS WAS ALL LAMAR'S FAULT. ]

There were no survivors; (Ile Lacrox)
[ The image being broadcast from Ryoga's device was at first partially obscured by what looked like red dust; a hand brushed at the lens, clearing most of the detritus.

There was a teenager with dark hair covered in red dust in the picture, and anyone who'd been around for the last month or two might recognize the background scenery as the Ile Lacrox area. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, he was signaling increasingly violently with his free hand -- not in the sign language used in the area, but in ever-increasing distress.

Though the language wasn't common, the message was likely quite clear: ]

Where the hell am I now?

i. arrival

[It's the twelfth - the same day last month that new arrivals (read: himself) had shown up in the arrival room. So far it seems like no one has shown up injured but that doesn't mean they'll always be so lucky so he's here in a healer capacity for the most part. He looks out of place with his bright yellow shirt under his dark blue coat and brown pants. Not to mention that he also has shoes in comparison to all the new arrivals only having the jumpsuit.

Sora lingers by the exit, smiling faintly and waving as people leave the arrival room. He lifts his 'berry with a text.]

My name is Sora, if there's anything I can help you with then just let me know.

[Though Sora does leave several times when familiar people show up so he may miss someone.]

ii. in freakish flight (for the people in his house)

[Another dawn, another day of silence. That's how it seems anyway since most of Sora's living space is soundproofed, he doesn't hear the birds chirping. Not until he goes to open the front door and there's a bird right there staring at him and coming closer.

The moment it starts to chirp again, Sora steps outside and closes the door behind him - not wanting anyone else to end up in the path of a Sound Eater just because of a stupid bird. His next move is to use Sleepga on the thing and it instantly cuts the sound off, slumping as it slumbers.

Sora sighs silently, then texts everyone else in the house.]

We've got a problem.

iii. alone or together

[He hadn't like the text that had appeared on his 'berry, or the fact that he couldn't even respond to it. It was a sign of something bad was about to happen. And sure enough, when gathered at the town hall a bunch of people are covered in red dust. Sora is one of those people. After holding back the cough, he blinks to look around at everyone else.

Only to find that the whole world is like being back in Timeless River.]

Didn't think this would happen again for a while.

[Mostly mumbled to himself.]

iv. wildcard

[For anything else!]

Edited 2018-03-13 01:40 (UTC)

i. arrival

[ after having assessed the whole situation as being fucking crazy, chloe figures it's best to try and get her room in order so that she can at least maybe sleep and pretend none of this is happening. if she does, maybe she'd wake up? that's worked before. falling asleep in a dream in order to get herself to jar in reality.

except her dad's not here and he's always in her dreams these days. no matter how fucked up.

so she's walking along, trying to find things that could work to make the dining room she's supposed to be calling home sweet home, but she's pickier than she probably should be (or too small to carry anything?) so mostly all she's got is... books and a couple of pens.

because you can definitely sleep on books and pens, price. good job. ]

ii. in freakish light; house 4 inside and any houses nearby w/ birds for rock throwing

What the fuck?

[ the words come out in a whisper because she figures the chirping is creating enough noise to attract attention as is, so why not. she's never seen anything like these kinds of birds, but she's figuring, as she peaks out the window at the monstrous looking things, that they can't be any harder to scare off than anything else, right?

so she's making her way as quietly as possible out the house (which is pretty quiet, this place is good for that kind of set up, at least) and she's going to try and move off the deck to grab some rocks she sees on the ground so she can chuck it at them.

this could... end really not well, but if she hits it in the head - hard - maybe it'll shut it up. when she sees someone else out of the corner of her eye, she's waving them over to the small pile she's created so maybe they'll help her out. ]

iii. alone or together

[ as a girl who thrives on art and awesome hair dye, seeing in black and white is about the worst thing that could happen in her eyes (no pun intended???). she's trying her best to not freak out about it - about whether or not it's permanent or gonna fade, and she's cursing slightly through the coughs to get the dust out of her lungs.

whoever the fuck this lamar guy is, he's not acting very dead, because she can't believe the two aren't connected. she's pissed, and it's written on her face, because being angry is easier than being scared, right? right. ]

iv. wildcard

[ ooc: just as a note, chloe's covered in some bruises, just like she was on the TDM, since she got her ass kicked at home just before she arrived. ]

Edited 2018-03-13 02:11 (UTC)

[SOCK'D ]

[Waking up in another new place...

Well, honestly it was a little frustrating.

He was tired.

The one good thing from all of this, though?

He didn't have to talk.

Lavi stuffed the device in his pocket after asking them if they had a guide for the hand signs they were using. They told him to watch others, ask them, look at the device itself and see if there was anything documented.

At least if there wasn't it would be something to occupy himself.

Making a guide.

The redhead hobbles out the door, looking out of place yet at the same time not at all perturbed at his being displaced.

He focuses on the first person that does look out of place and waves them over once he has their attention. At first he'll try signing using (old) British Sign Language: Can you show me some signs they use here?]

[ ALONE OR TOGETHER ]

[Lavi had been rather cautious at the food handed out, having taken to heart Sora's warnings about food given by the locals for free. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on him. He learned his lesson from the Cities and it wasn't about to be repeated here.

Erring on the side of caution about the drinks as well.

Though it appears that he should've actually been more cautious of the vents. Lavi coughs his lungs free of the dust, carefully using the inside of his sleeve to wipe away any dust from his eye, nose, and mouth.]

Hope there's no adver— [He stops at first because the word he was going to use slips his mind. Then he notices the distinct lack of colors.] ...Great. Spoke too soon.

[ WILDCARD ]

[[ooc; If you wanna plan anything out with Lavi feel free to message this account, hit me up on discord at gloryfalling#0443 or plurk at gloryfalling!

Also, don't have anyone for Lavi's color-choice if you wanna opt in for that to create CR!

Keeping anything from his TDM of "arrival".]]

Edited 2018-03-13 02:09 (UTC)

Nondenominational services
Part A: (Network)
So I guess you're all still wondering what the hell ya did to deserve all this. Chances are: nothing. And yeah, those Sound Eater things're real.

I can't explain it either. Shit sucks.

But if you wanna throw back a drink or two, you can drop by the bar. Don't cause any trouble, and it's on me.

Part B: (At the bar)
[ During the first few days after the newest batch of arrivals, Majima could be found at odd hours behind the bar, cleaning glasses or reading about bartending technique.

Someone who knew him well might think he looked a little more tired than usual, but any new faces? They'd get a smile and a bow from the man at the counter. ]

What'll it be?

Alone or Together;
[ It had to be some joke, finding a gnarled old cherry tree flushed with the first of its spring blossoms just as Lamar's vent shenanigans had leeched all the color out of Majima's world -- he was already half-blind.

Nevertheless, he was at least trying to enjoy himself, plucking up a small fallen spray of flowers and toying with it in one hand. ]

Can't believe how old this thing is. Must've toughed it out for years without anyone lookin' after it.

CLOSED TO MERLAN
UN: CallingIt

Been meaning to contact you, but now seems as good a time as any. One of the locals said you can help me with my problem:

[Insert here a picture of one of the birbs tied to a towel rack in a bathroom and drinking out of the toilet. There's bird crap and feathers everywhere. The toilet paper is a shredded, beak pecked mess turned into a nest. The trashcan has been clearly viciously beak assaulted and cracked down the side. A soap bar has blatantly been nibbled on.

SOS PLZ SEND HELP.]

Alone or Together (Open to one person, first come first serve anyone is cool eyy)

[You know what Tony wasn't expecting with his dinner? Being gassed. Dusted. Whatever. He's getting real sick of these red dust shenanigans. It's so abundant he feels he washes just as much of it down the drain as he saves for his experiments.

As such, while he's expecting some trippy shit —and soundlessly subvokes to F.R.I.D.A.Y. to begin monitoring his vitals as well as scanning for threats in the likelihood of his imminent impairment— it doesn't come in the form he's come to know. Namely he doesn't dream, he doesn't fall asleep. At least that he can parse though who's he to say the transition wasn't so seamless he simply didn't notice.

No, instead the colors around him bleed. Overrun the concise edges they should be keeping and fade out like an old film catching on fire. In thee wake of the destruction all that's left is black, white and shades of grey. Instantly everything takes on a somber, old timey gloom that sends a shiver up his back. The very real panic he might be going blind beats at the back of his skull, but he shoves it down as he looks around the room.

And sees the one remaining beacon of color. You. The amount he stares is excessive, but it might just be him signing that catches attention.]

Aren't you gaudy. Or is that just me?

Newbie Quotient

[This is Tony Stark. This is Tony Stark sitting at a flimsy plastic table outside the reset room with a sign that reads ASK ME ANYTHING and also, in smaller letters, THE DOCTOR IS OUT. Let him have his shitty jokes, alright. Not as if anyone knows Peanuts in this god forsaken hellscape anyway.

Anyway he's here. To help. But also because he lost a bet. To his AI secretary. Whom he programmed, no less. Look it's not his finest moment, but he has whiskey and shades to conceal the significant amount he hasn't slept in the last week to get him through it.

Hit him with your best shots new folks.]

The OTA Option

[There is a man walking down the path with a well greased wheelbarrow. Within: enough diamonds to fund a small associate's degree. And also alcohol. Can't forget the alcohol. The two great resources that never rot or spoil. Gotta love it.

Anyway if you're in his way he'll roll his eyes at you and rudely make a guesture as if displacing your form to the side of the path and flicking you away. He has a time table and you're ruining it, okay.]

Splatter Art

Throw anything at me and I mean absolutely anything. Drunken one night stands, spaghetti incidents, star fated jaywalkers, food fighting in the cafe, whatever, let's do it. If you want to plot PM or doublepewpew are good.

Edited 2018-03-13 02:26 (UTC)

Arrival

[ As she wakes and is ushered out of the darkness, her first thought is that this is it, she’s finally been found by the government. Her careless use of her powers has finally caught the sight of some low level FBI flunkie and she’s been caught. Isabel’s only concern is whether or not they’ve got everyone else too.

Water splashes down on her and she looks around frantically, trying to spot her brother, her best friend, or even Tess, but she doesn’t see anyone familiar. It’s not surprising. Even if they’re in this place with these other people, they would try to separate them. They’re too dangerous as a group.

Isabel feels like cursing when the woman tells her to hush, but instead shivers with fear and complies. Maybe there’s more to this than what she had originally thought.

The rest goes quickly. She is handed a device and this new world is explained to her. It’s almost funny to her in a way that isn’t funny at all. Isabel has been trying to escape her world all of her life and now that she’s found herself in this one all she feels is frustration and loneliness. Not to mention the fact that it’s the wrong world.

Being a fashionable socialite, the jumpsuit might as well be a burlap sack. She feels awkward in it as she walks along the sand path, looking around at the sites and trying to find something worthwhile to look at. As she catches sight of her reflection in a window, she scowls. The water dumped on her has caused her hair to dry all… Weird. Quickly, she looks around to make sure no eyes are on her, and she runs her hands over her hair. Miraculously, after she does so, it’s perfectly straight and has a bit of a shine to it. Isabel continues her walk towards House 9. ]

In Freakish Flight

[ Isabel may be new, but she understands the dangers of sound. When she hears the birds chirping she is quick to get to her feet and runs as fast as her feet will carry her to the front door to get outside. These birds are certainly strange looking, and were she not afraid of the sound eaters coming she might have stopped to study them. They looked almost alien and it made her somewhat suspicious that she wasn’t the only alien in this place.

Overcome with fear, she was quick to forget discretion. Isabel thrusts out her hand at the bird and sent out a mild blast of telekinetic energy, knocking it over. Go away! She thinks to herself, almost willing it to scurry off. It would seem that any other animal would have retreated, but the bird merely righted itself and chirped again. Isabel sighs and wipes at her forehead. ]

Alone or Together

[ The meal, of course, isn’t exactly to Isabel’s liking. No one in this place seems to carry Tabasco on them and so everything seems bland to her, but it’s sustenance and so she eats it. She carries on small talk only when it’s necessary. Adjusting to life here is hard for her when she had years to build a life back in Roswell, but she is trying to melt through her ice queen exterior and form some kind of relationships while she’s staying here.

Suddenly, a cloud of red dust appears, and she’s one of the first to rise to her feet. She’s been quick to panic since she arrived in this place. Isabel chokes and coughs on the stuff like she did when she first arrived here, but unlike when she first arrived it has a very strange effect on her. As the dust settles, she finds herself in black and white. Her eyes widen and she holds her hands out in front of her eyes. They’re in greyscale, as well. Something strange is going on. ]

Wildcard!
[ Approach Isabel anywhere you want! ]

Initial

[Given the state of his body at home, to say that he woke from this second "sleep" gently is to be wrong in all the worst ways. Finn finds himself falling on his knees, wiping at the strange dust that coats his face, coughing it out. So distracted that he doesn't notice the other body coming in until there's a hand on his back, touching where the scar from Kylo Ren's lightsaber scored him and causing him to jerk.

But the hands refuse to let him get far from them, instead leading him into the room where he can clean up. A former soldier he isn't at all worried about his modesty as his clothes are taken away. He wasn't even familiar with them anyway, the white plastic suit with all the tubes coming off of it. Dimly he recalls seeing such things in Medical, they must have put him in there. They must have gotten off Starkiller Base before it imploded. Almost robotically he washes up, the movements brisk and unthinking but get every bit of rust colored dust off of him.

Finn frowns at what the woman tells him, almost opening his mouth to voice his dislike. But she puts a hand over it before he can say a word. Instead confusion continues to write itself all over his face as she continues with everything else, his mind working a mile a minute on how the heck he ended up here instead of actively paying attention. But the great thing about his training is part of him is still paying attention and retaining, just not as much as he should. The ex-Stormtrooper gets nudged out the door, device in hand, and takes a deep breath.

Thinking to himself: Okay, Finn. You got this. A moment's hesitation. Maybe.]

Freakish Flight - Text

[You know.

He was under the impression that there wasn't supposed to be noise here.

Yet he wakes to the sound of...well...something making noise.

Finn is currently glaring at the blurr of sunlight that is coming through the fog blocking the view. While he composes this text:]

un: fn2187 Has anyone discovered whatever it is making that noise outside?

[He pauses a moment, listening to the noises a bit longer.]

Part of it sounds like an odd sort of blaster gun. I'm not sure about the rest of it.

[Guy isn't all that...well, curious—yet, at the same time, is—to find out what it is himself. Just yet.

House 7 if you want to do house shenanigans.]

Alone or Togther

[Finn hadn't ben too thrilled with the end of the meeting. Even if it might have given him information about the place. Disturbing information.

Information that's immediately "forgotten" when he realizes that colors have all but disappeared from his vision.

Frowning in the squinty-frown action that he tends to do, the ex-trooper leaves the building and looks around. Trying to find some color in things. (Hint: It's gonna be Poe Dameron.)]

Wildcard

[[ooc; If you wanna plan anything out with Finn feel free to message this account, hit me up on discord at gloryfalling#0443 or plurk at gloryfalling!]]

Edited 2018-03-13 03:34 (UTC)

I. PSYCHIATRIC HELP 5¢

[ early in the morning, frank and micro can be spotted bringing a booth towards the reset rooms, similar in design to the one lucy sits behind in peanuts. there's a roof over it though which they'll need soon as the first few droplets of rain start spitting out onto the scene. the new people will be arriving soon and frank wants to be ready. there's a stocky brown pitbull with a white chest trailing dutifully behind them as well wearing a smile that seems to denote that he's ready to make friends today too.

the booth is set out just off the sandpath and copies of the info sheet have been made. but it won't be that useful handing them out in the rain so there's a downloadable version for the devices and people can ask questions of micro for most of the day -- but frank will be haunting it too in between meet & greets. everyone wants time with the new mayor, go figure. he's peopled out already by the time the arrivals start batching into the main reset room. here goes nothing. ]

II. PUT A SOCK IN IT

[ frank is dressed in a black jumpsuit with tall black, scuffed combat boots on over the legs. inside the reset rooms, he takes off his hooded coat while constance does her spiel, wearing a black beanie and a red and black checked flannel shirt. after a while, the shirt disappears after he's given it to a new arrival who was cold, and now it's only him and his dog max milling about as the last of the devices are passed out and the question & answer session begins. he takes a few notes on his own device, but he unfortunately knows that his memory is good enough that he'll remember what's asked even without them. and exactly how the natives gave their vague nonanswers. as he types, a bracelet is visible around his left wrist. and he tries to remember to smile when he catches someone's eye. it probably comes across as a mere twitch of his lips, but the effort is there all the same.

there's always the expectation that he'll see someone he recognizes. there's no one closer to him than micro who could show up, so he's mostly looking out for enemies. kingpin, billy, anyone he might have to put down right away. but no one like that arrives and he starts to calm down, measure by measure. if someone approaches the pair, max will sit up at attention on his haunches and offer a paw to shake while frank looks on with approval. if nothing else good could come out of this hellscape, at least max is living his best life.

they can talk safely in here and even outside with the din of the rain, but it seems prudent to use the devices so the new arrivals can get used to the technology without worrying about the danger that would usually come otherwise. ]

i'm hotdog and this is max. hi

III. ALONE OR TOGETHER

[ he doesn't always have time for food prep on top of every other insane thing he does to fill the time here, but he wouldn't miss this shift. not when he can give something back to these people who have just had everything stripped away. or if they're like him, that ship sailed long before they ever came here; but a hot meal is a hot meal. once he's done his duty, he'll make his way out to everyone while dinner is being served. but he sits far away from everyone else, like he usually does on sunday, watching with his arms crossed against his chest and no device in sight. it's been a socially draining few days for him to say the least, and he's more than content to sit back and watch everyone else interact.

but when the red dust starts piping in, he's in full-on panic mode in seconds, trying to get who he can out the door to safety. lack of sleep and the surreal moment converge and he's rendered deaf by the sudden ringing in his ears, tinnitus picking one hell of a time to visit him. it happens so fast, the color leeching out of the world around him. and just as fast he's transported back in time to a dusty marketplace converted to a makeshift clinic. his brother curtis is there, helping a wounded local boy, and he's standing guard, keeping a radius. his features are grimly set in determination: no one comes near curt or that kid. no one. a woman approaches him, eight months pregnant, and his frame loses some of its tenseness. his face softens too as he watches her, and instead of her face he sees the face of his wife, just as pregnant back home, waiting for him so he can watch his baby girl scream and claw her way onto the planet. he doesn't stop her fast enough, and by the time he's got a finger on the trigger she's past him and blowing them all to hell.

frank's hand brushes the elbow of a native woman, and when his eyes focus back into the present he recognizes her, two beautiful baby boys swaddled against her chest. he smiles softly though his fingers tremble as he touches curtis's head and then moran's. he thinks he's just losing his mind until he studies her face and her deep brown eyes. she's the only one he can see... he takes in a sharp breath. he has to keep helping, he can't freeze like he did that day. he isn't sure, but he thinks she's going through the same thing when her gaze makes it up to his face and they share a knowing look. he gets them out and goes back in to try and find the source of the bio-weapon used against them, his sleeve pressed against his mouth just in case. but by the time he gets to the vent it's inactive and nothing else seems to be amiss. ]

IV. IN FREAKISH FLIGHT

[ he's caught onto what's happening pretty quickly, having been out from the night's patrol anyway. there are infrared binoculars slung low around his neck and he walks with a soldier's gait. slow, deliberate, silent. a crossbow is strapped to his back and a small gun at his hip. the sharp noise of the bird-creatures cuts a swath through the usual nothingness and frank narrows his eyes, finding cover and drawing the gun. he shoots once, he doesn't need more than that -- a single tranquilizer dart floats through the air with a fwip that's quiet enough to be deemed as silent, piercing precisely right between its wings. the squawking stops immediately as the thing flops over and frank slowly peers around the tree his back is to to see if the sound eaters have come for the noise. what. the. hell. ]

V. YOUR LOVE WILL CARRY ME

[ later on in the day of the arrivals, frank finds himself needing a getaway. thankfully he's just constructed one such sanctuary. it makes a perfect lookout, the view capturing the whole circle of little houses. actually, he might just stay out here for days. he sure doesn't want to deal with anything that's happened in the recent past. and seeing in black and white really, really sucks. if it's like anything else here has been, though, it will wear off, and he's just as happy to wait it out than actually go back out there.

the rain patters softly on the little roof of his hideout as it winds down and he allows himself the indulgence of a sigh aloud. the flat of one giant, calloused palm rests on max's block-shaped head and they stay like that for long moments, watching the doorway. it's as open an invitation as he ever gives, and for as much as he pretends he'd prefer to be alone, he wouldn't. he's always alone anyway, in one way or another. i like being alone. i hide in it. frank swallows, drawing up his hood and collapsing more firmly into the pillows. maybe it's time for another super unsatisfying three hour nap. ]

(ooc: feel free to keep any and all tdm threads as canon if you'd like! or don't! I'm cool either way!)

Put a Sock in It

[Same as the month before (and, Kara wonders, if all the messages and alerts had happened when her group had arrived), the network lights up with blinking messages from natives that there's new arrivals in the reset room!

Will there be a party this time? Kara's... a little worried about the success of a party. And she likes parties. But with all the tension right now...

She's nervous, to say the least.

However, she doesn't want the arrivals to feel as lost and confused as she had. It's a terrible feeling, waking up where you don't belong. And while she could go all out in her supersuit, she opts instead for a business-y, blue button-up with some comfortable pants, tying her hair back in a tight bun. Glasses and a smile are firmly on her face. Let the networking begin.

She hangs just outside the doorway, leaning on one of the outer shelves for the workshop area with a message pre-typed on her device. Once people start wandering out, she'll hold it out to them, friendly and as welcoming as she can be. Ignore the worry in her eyes. She's just concerned you're all doomed to turn into sound-eating monsters! :''') or, at the very least, that the portal that brought you here has deposited Sound Eaters on your planet! no big deal!]

Hey there! Welcome to Reims! My name's Kara. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. How can I help? :)

In Freakish Flight (closed to house 12 and anyone who sees Supergirl just elated at alien birds?)

[People - well, she can't say humans, can she? - arriving is normal, now. This is the third appearance, and before them, apparently less frequently, others arrived through the room. (Rooms?) But there's never been animals. And for Kara, there's no mysterious birds at her door. As soon as she wakes to the sound of birds, though, nature's alarm clock, she panics. Luckily, the sound doesn't last long, silence descending like a safety blanket on the city.

X-raying through her bedroom wall and the walls of house twelve in front of her home, she sees a... a bird? It sounds like a bird, pecking and clawing at the dirt and sand outside of the house. Its head jerks and tilts this way and that. It's gorgeous. Kara doesn't recognize the species; they didn't have birds on Krypton of any kind, and she would have remembered these beauties on one of the vacation planets her parents took her to.

Her excitement overwhelms her, and she speed dresses in her supersuit, walking silently to house twelve and creeping around the side of it, peering around the front corner to get a better look at the creature, a beaming, delighted smile on her face.]

Alone or Together generally open + closed to Faith

[when Kara reads the first message from "lamar," - mysteriously with no picture next to the name, which is weird - she's... concerned. He's not wrong, though, not if she thinks back to the Town Hall meeting. And, honestly, before that. Certain people made this place unpleasant from the beginning, but the secrets, and the fear, and the constant threats of danger and death didn't help matters.

Of course, there was joy too. And there was a very fine line between the two for Kara already. Her friends, flying, her plans for movie nights, Phillipa's bread, and that jam, c'mon. She understands the line pretty well already, lamar. Whoever you are.

Except apparently he's dead. Oh.

At Town Hall, Kara partakes of the food a little more hesitantly after Valentine's Day, but she's starving, almost constantly here. She's terrified to take more than her fair share, but with her increased metabolism... holy guacamole could she carb load right about now. As they eat, Kara leans over to the people beside and across from her and whispers, confused:]

I thought our devices could only be used by us? If this "lamar" person is dead, how does that work?

[after awhile, when there's no concrete answers, and frustrations are beginning to amp up again, people head for the door to mill out, head to their homes to bed. Then the dust comes. Kara joins in on the coughing, the choking. What the heck is going on? It's the dust, all over her and filling her lungs, all over again, just like at the island, and she's scared the paranoia will follow. Her hands come to her lips, her face, assuring herself everything is there. Everything's fine. She's fine.

But is she? Everything looks different - everyone looks different, the world painted in grayscale. Kara's frantic to see normally. She scrubs at her eyes, but it doesn't help, and her head whips around until she catches just - just the quickest glimpse of color. She runs for it, pushing through the crowd and following herself with apologies for being so careless. She's sorry! But there's someone across the room who's not...

Kara stops in her tracks. It's Faith, practically glowing in the world of grays, warm skin and brown hair and red lips, and Kara walks up to her, breathing out a sigh of relief.]

Oh, thank Rao, something is still normal here!

Wildcard:

[Kara's jobs are to be a cleaner and patrol, so your character will regularly see her out and about moving objects that should be too heavy to carry, straightening up Reims, and flying overhead to patrol the boundaries on a twice-daily basis. Feel free to hit her up!

When not being a superhero, Kara has set up the family theater in her home to host MOVIE NIGHTS, an open post for all close or semi-close or loosely tied together cr. I'M EASY. Y'ALL WANNA WATCH MOVIES? Come watch movies!

If you don't know Kara but want to check it out, feel free to claim you heard about the movie shenanigans via word of mouth! er. device!

Also, feel free to hit up Kara's INBOX or add me/plot with me on plurk at

hailandwellmet!]

Edited 2018-03-13 03:12 (UTC)

i. arrival; TDM REPOST : SOME CR BEING IMPORTED

[Once the dust has cleared (in all ways literal and not) it's easier terms to accept than she would have once thought. She'd been soundless before and not by choice, though that had only been weeks and this was...

...well, she couldn't say how for long it might be. And that was the worst part of it, truly, now that she'd had time to think, to turn the little device over in her hands, to inspect and unlock what secrets she could, all the while comparing it to the three that came before it - yes, the worst part were the slow waves of memory that returned - both of her own home and of the in between places that peppered those memories: two strange and oft dangerous, unpredictable lands and one hell.

Which is this, then?

Odds were it very well could be a hell.

Inspecting too, her hands, the faint lines of scarring not quite as visible as they once were - the trace of a symbol or word etched into her skin, worrying at the corner of her lip with her littlest finger, still absent its tip.

Worrying at the growing ache in her breast, needling at it - the realization that she is alone again and wolfless. It would be unnatural, and maybe cruel to subject Lady to such silence, wouldn't it? Ghost would not be bothered by it, and Jon would likely have---

---that hits her harder, her brother (half, he's only half) with the memory of Arya on its heels, gained and lost to her all over again.

The wince is instinctual and she's swallowing hard but does not cry out - it's all ache and coppering ashes in her mouth. A mouth which sets into a hard line - fingers on the keys and grasping hard - all the anger and sadness and bitter disappointment that's risen up in the wake of those memories - unknowingly firing off a senseless string of text.]

un: ladystark

u9nv; kfk f;ojSF ;;;L'SJDKLF

[Arya/Sansa thread continuing from here! If anyone else is interested in continuing a thing lmk or just link it and I'll hit it! OTHERWISE I AM OPEN TO ALL NEW THINGS RIGHT HERE!]

ii; in freakish flight NEAR HOUSE ONE

username: ladystark

The (??) birds. I know someone else hears them, but does anyone else see them? Recognize them?

Know how to quiet them?

I've already tried food, and it's only made it worse. I'd like to try something else, but I need help.

[You know, before she dies because noise.]

iii; wildcard

[Anything. Especially if you're awful.]

Arrival #1 (for Seth)

[ Having reunited with Seth, Margo has calmed down a great deal. She’s showing the natives her nice side, for a change, and they seem appreciative that she isn’t casting battle magic in their general direction. Her hand is in his as they walk the sandpath through the community towards House 6. Without saying a word, she leads him inside and shows him to the bedroom she was assigned to. She shrugs with her free arm and holds it out, presenting the room to him with a smile.

She plops down on the edge of the bed. It’s comfortable enough, but nothing like the pillowtop mattress her New York apartment’s bed sports. Already she misses home, home where she can talk anytime she wants and express herself with any kind of sound. At least this house is soundproof. She whispers to Seth. ]

I’m homesick already. I wish we were back in Mexico.

[ Margo pouts up at him, setting her device on her lap. ]

Arrival #2

[ Once Margo has settled in with Seth, she decides to roam the area around the house as far as the sandpath will allow. She walks around, taking in the sights, and from the looks of it there are plenty of newbies. That whole room of people she’d been in when she arrived, she suspects, were probably new. Margo can spot the new people as she walks along. It’s a habit she picked up in grad school as one of the more predatory fifth year students. ]

In Freakish Flight

[ Fucking birds. Margo throws the covers off of herself, undoubtedly waking Seth in the process, and storms out of the bedroom like she’s pissed off at the world. How dare sound even exist in this world! It’s too fucking dangerous and she doesn’t feel like being eaten today. She walks barefoot to the front door and swings it open, staring incredulously at the ugly feathered things that seem to be the source of her rage. She takes in a deep breath through her nose and steps outside.

Without thinking, she makes the hand motions for a spell to steal their voices, but, of course, it fails. She stomps her foot lightly and shakes her head. Using that wild frustration, she winds up her hands to create a ball of energy and throws it at one of them. It knocks it to the ground hard, but after a moment it gets up, making the same noise. Margo grits her teeth, winding up her hands and doing the same thing, knocking it to the ground again. The bird seems injured and Margo holds up her chin as if she’s accomplished something. She’s about to repeat the process all over again and hopefully snap the damn thing’s neck, but it looks so pathetic when it gets to its feet she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. ]

Alone or Together

[ Used to eating either in posh New York City restaurants or vibrant spots in Mexico, the food in Reims is a step down for Margo. Oh, she doesn’t complain. Not verbally. It’s on her face, though, as she picks at the food on her plate. The wrinkled eyebrows and the scrunched nose, it all speaks much louder than words.

Once the cloud of dust seeps in, though, the mediocre food is forgotten. Margo’s eyes dart around in a frenzy. This can’t be good. She reaches for Seth’s hand for some sense of security as she starts to cough and sputter on the dust. Her grip tightens until the dust clears. Margo thinks that it’s all over, until she realizes that there’s something drastically wrong with her vision – Everything is in black and white.

She looks around, panicked, only to find more shades of grey everywhere, but then her eyes settle on Seth. Somehow, and she doesn’t know why, he’s in beautiful shades of color. He sticks out like a sore thumb in a sea of blandness, just like he does ordinarily. Is this some kind of metaphor? Because it’s really twisted. Margo looks to her other side and sees the other person. Just grey. Screw this place. ]

Wildcard!

[ Find Margo anywhere you want! ]

Edited 2018-03-13 03:47 (UTC)

1. In Freakish Flight; (House 6 action - network- un: slothbaby)

[Okay freaky alien birds are chirping outside. That's.... bad. For them? Kamala realizes that it won't stay that way for long. Still she asks if everyone what the best move is here. She's not sure honestly.]

What are the odds we'll all just stay inside until they move on? Or I guess get killed??? Poor guys. :(

2. Alone or Together; open from Town Hall to House Six

[Okay so someone is definitely out to get them. Kamala is ready to investigate to get to the bottom of this... except she feels like dirt. She hasn't felt this bad since the last time she got seriously hurt aka the time a building dropped on her and she got blasted a few dozen times. The fact that it's even bothering her is bad. What's going to happen to everyone else who isn't a superpowered healer? She'll figure it out once she gets to a place where she can resupply her energy aka home to House 6. Until then she's going to be looking sicker and moving more sluggishly as she walks along the sandpath from the Town Hall or her home back in House 6.

Help the gradually sicker looking teenage girl while she lives through the worst version of the Wizard of Oz ever?]

3. wildcard;

[Feel free to leave starters or contact me to write something special for you! I love new CR so it's not a bother.]

(( his permissions are here...! please check out the sensing section of that before tagging, please and thanks. ))

[ When he first arrives, he's going to be pretty... out of it, for the most part. He's going to spend some time staring down at the device, expression thoughtful as he turns it over in his hands. Yeah, he listened to the natives - Sound Eaters, silence, community outside...

He could... laugh, actually. There's a something bitter smile, in fact, as he continues the repetitive movement, giving no signs as to whether he's going to be cooperative. But, he isn't making any sound? Maybe that's enough of a sign right there.

It's later in the day that he can be found outside; the sun is lowering, and yet he seems... annoyed by even this much light. There's a faint glare on his face whenever some of the light shines in his eyes, and it might actually be visible that he's suppressing quite possibly the world's loudest groan of frustration. How the fuck do you people live like this.

So apparently he's part of the knitting group...

Aiden's going to be taking a while just. Staring helplessly at the yarn in his lap. He hasn't officially started his job, but he'd wanted to get a head start on learning. Because... seriously, what the hell is he even supposed to do with this job? Why didn't they give him a godsdamn job he can actually do?

... Eventually, he's rubbing his face in frustration. For fuck's sake, why did they do this. Like hell he's going to be giving up, of course. This idiot accepted the challenge immediately, after all. He's! Got this!!!

He's got this...

Later yet, he can be found staring hard at some food. Perhaps to some, it looks like the humble cucumber.

To some.

Not to him, but okay look... There are actually a few things around here that are far from recognizable. He misses Daeseon food already. Some stuff around here tastes weird as hell, and not all of it's in a good way.

So, to him, this is enough to earn one hell of a frown as he holds it between his finger and thumb, eyes squinted. What the fuck. What even is this. They said it's edible, but... hm. Is it a fruit? A vegetable? What are you, strange Earth food... ]

Edited 2018-03-13 03:58 (UTC)

In Freakish Flight

[ If you live at house #6 or in the vicinity of it, you'll see him rushing toward the stupid birds in an effort to send them off. His communicator isn't in hand but rolled up in a sleeve to keep his hands free. Seth doesn't know if the sound demons would show up thanks to the asshole birds, or how likely it'd be for him to fight them off, but he tried to be ready.

It wasn't as if hadn't fought demons from hell before with just his fists. ...And maybe a couple different firearms but he did run out of ammo every now and then, and he was still standing. ]

Alone or Together

[ As if the asshole birds hadn't been bad enough, they get gassed at dinner. Seth had been trying the assortment of food and drink when the cloud caught him from behind. He choked for a little until quickly getting his clothing over his mouth. It was hard to see even after the coughing stopped. Everything was... like film noir. Less pretty. Until he saw Margo.

The High Queen was the only one in color. Given it was Margo, she was way past technicolor but he couldn't focus on that. He was on guard about what the fuck just happened and scanned their surroundings accordingly. ]

i. put a sock in it;
[If you've been in the community long enough you might be approached the night of the new arrivals. There's a problem with one of the arrivals. A female child is being uncooperative. Maybe there's something that could be said or done to calm her.

Ellie is terrified and feels like she's being held against her will. She refuses to stop shouting insults or lashing out, and won't let her clothes be taken off her body. She's bitten at least half a dozen natives and even a couple of the other new arrivals that tried to help. She's pressed herself into a corner of the room, and is trying hard to glare through the tears that are in her eyes.

Someone new walks through the door and Ellie shoves herself back in the corner even more. If she makes herself look small enough she'll really be able to surprise them when she attacks.]

I'll tell you what I told everybody else. Stay. Away.

ii. in freakish flight part one;
[Finding a place for herself here isn't hard. Ellie is good at adapting to fit in. She moves in a house with a bunch of kids her age and is glad that the deck feels cut off from the rest of them. Having so many people her own age reminds her of the military academy. Thinking of that always ends up making her remember Riley.

She chooses not to think about Riley yet.

Food is probably pretty easy to find here but it's the homemade jam that she wants. Ellie isn't greedy by nature but she's victim to her eyes being larger than her stomach is. She also hasn't trusted the food here enough to eat it when it's been offered to her. A couple days after arriving and she's starving. When everyone is busy with breakfast she grabs one of the almost empty jars of jam and runs off with it. She hides in plain sight and starts dipping her fingers into the jar to eat. It's messy and she eats like she hasn't in weeks.]

iii. in freakish flight part two;
[Ellie wakes to the sound of chirping. It keeps going and when nothing dies she feels triumphant because she knew the whole silent thing was bullshit. This just proves it, right? She hurries out of bed and gets dressed so she can hurry off the deck that's being used as her bedroom. She's still in the process of pulling her hair into a ponytail as she runs down the sand paths to find the birds.

She stops at the fountain and stands on its edge to look out at all the houses. She can be found there for about thirty minutes. Later she's busy trying to find a good stick to poke the birds with. She goes to everyone's porch that still has a bird left standing to poke at it and see what it does.]

iv. alone or together;
[She's just here for the food. Lamar or whoever is posing as him is a dick as far as she's concerned. She doesn't want to get involved in this town's business. It's not hers yet. They make it her business with the red dust. It gets all in her face and makes her cough. It fills her nose and mouth and manages to get into her lungs.

When she stops coughing and drinking more than her fair share of water she wipes her eyes. They eventually clear and she blinks when she sees everything in black and white. She panics and stumbles her way into a corner of the room. No matter how much she rubs at her eyes nothing looks right.]

[ooc: First come, first served for whoever wants Ellie to see them in color. Otherwise that prompt is ota for anyone to calm her down.]

Put a Sock in It

Leo seems to be in some state of shock as things are explained to him. He'd just died rather painfully by his brother's hands, so he's rather disoriented. It reminds him of first being created, suddenly coming into existence thanks to humanity's selfish desire to sin. "Is this what happens when you die?" He murmurs to himself. "You just keep moving from one place to another?"

Once things are explained to him, Leo sees one giant problem staring him in the face. He has to play his song in order to feed off sinners. Starving isn't really an option unless he wants to take out half the populace in a hunger-fueled rage. They explain to him that some buildings are soundproofed, so he can play there. Finding sinners, now there's the rub. Most people aren't keen to die after facing what they'd done "Of course it would complicated."

Finally, he leaves, and he sees no good solution to the problems facing him. He'll survive though. Sunai are built as tough creatures, and if he has to skip a meal for a few days, he can do so until he figures things out. Now the first order of business is to find the place he's now supposed to call home. He's worked with the military long enough to know a base to work out of utmost importance no matter where one finds themselves.

In Freakish Flight

Leo doesn't sleep well as it is. He hears the sounds of his creation when he sleeps, the screams of terror and moans of pain as they died all around him. He can't even have the luxury here of having an iPod with songs to drown out the noise in his head. He's going to need to fix that very soon if he wants to get more than three hours each night.

The birds wake him up after it felt like he'd just dropped off, so the Sunai monster looks positively murderous as he stares at the little nuisance. He makes a shooing motion with his hands, but that doesn't seem to do anything, and he swears the bird looks like it's mocking him now. This being needs to die posthaste. Well, this house is supposedly soundproofed. Maybe it can be lured in and then killed? Leo goes off to find something that a bird might enjoy eating.

Alone or Together

Leo sits in the back of the Hall, pointedly apart from the rest of the populace. He's never been one much to pretend to be human and subconsciously tends to keep himself apart from those who are. He does listen in, though he sees no answers to this mystery.

When the dust coats him, it sends him into a hacking fit as he tries to clear it from his eyes. When he eventually does so, he's surprised to find the world in a lack of color, but not distressed. "This is new."

a) the doctor is IN.

[ before the new arrivals start showing up, david and frank have set up something outside the reset room. there's a sign attached to the roof that says INFO BOOTH in large blocky black letters and copies of the info sheet are available and free for anyone to take. once it starts raining, david will be setting people up with an electronic version of it should they be interested, and will be around to answer any questions to the best of his ability.

max the dog is also around to make friends and maybe make someone's day a little better if anyone is into that instead. occasionally, frank will hang around for people who want to meet mr. mayor himself, but david will try and direct any sort of conversation to himself first if he can. ]

b) in freakish flight.

[ so birds.

david's up at castle lookout, sitting on the top steps with his laptop perched on his knees. he's staring at the screen intently instead of on the birds and if anyone's happening to be around the fountain, they might see this thing hovering around.

he seems to be recording the bird cry and the birds themselves. should any of the birds get too close to the drone, it immediately flies away to reunite with david, and if someone ends up going for the drone instead, they'll find this message coming through on their device: ]

un: micro
Let me get a little bit more of this birdsong and you can knock it and yourself out afterwards

c) alone or together.

[ the red dust comes piping in and david covers his mouth and nose with his sleeve. but he's not quick enough to prevent some of it from getting in his eyes, blinking away red dust and watching the color slowly bleed out from everything around him. he grits his teeth, fingers curling into tight fists, but he's up before the panic can fully set in, helping natives and arrivals out the door as best as he can.

by the time he's out himself, he's left standing on the sandpath and swallowing past the dryness in his throat. for the first time since arriving in reims, he suddenly feels overwhelmingly lost. ]

d) wildcard.

[ have a better idea in mind? hit me up or feel free to reach me over at microwaves if you wanna hash it out! ]

Edited 2018-03-13 08:03 (UTC)

Put a Sock in It
[ When you're used to being able to open breaches between worlds and hopping through them without much thought, you don't expect to be blindsided by something completely out of the blue and yet for one of the few times in his life Hunter Zolomon is finding himself just that. Blindsided, disorientated and with a coppery tang reminiscent of blood is not how the speedster wanted to find himself yet he's out of it enough that his initial reaction of reaching out and strangling someone until they squawked is dulled down to an irate, murderous look and nothing else. The person currently brushing the dust from him hesitates before continuing on and the curiosity of the situation is beginning to sink in. What kind of place is this? It's certainly not Earth-1 where Hunter had been aiming for. He wasn't often wrong in making breaches so how had he come to arrive in such a bizarre place with odd people and an awful jumpsuit?

Wait, a jumpsuit? Instantly Hunter opens his mouth to demand answers only to find himself silently shushed. It's frustrating; he'd been in his speedster attire when jumping breaches and the idea that these people have seen him in his Zoom uniform is a problem. Killing them all would be quick and a little entertaining but distraction comes in the form of a glowing display light and Hunter quickly finds himself watching what the woman has to say. Haunted? Noise not allowed? Hunter has seen many worlds in his quest to be the only speedster but none that come with rules like this and to say it wasn't curious would be a lie. There's no feeling of being threatened by the idea of ghosts, spirits or monsters as such — they would have to catch him first. No, there's only the slight annoyance that somehow his plans have been interfered with in the long run.]

Where are my clo — [ Hunter doesn't get further than that before he's hushed and each time he tries a variation of "where are my clothes?" it ends up the same way. Soon enough the frustration kicks in enough that he gives up on that idea (he can try to find them later) and for now he'll stand to one side, weighing his options. New place, no seeming way out that he can tell and the rules of staying silent in case some monsters come and eat them. Maybe it could be useful for his plans involving Earth-1? Bringing some of this back would certainly make Barry's day a bit more entertaining in the worst ways. It just means he's going to have to play nice until the full scope of things are understood and almost out of habit Hunter changes his posture into one more relaxed, expression softening ever so slightly. If he has to play at Jay again for a while then so be it, it simply means he'll get the jump on things when needed just like last time. Anyone looking his way will see nothing more than a six foot four blond looking a little lost, but mostly harmless as he pokes around on the device given and gets shooed out of the door.]

ooc: reposted from the tdm.]

In Freakish Flight, house 5 (cw: slight mentions of animal abuse)
[ The last few days have certainly been something; Hunter can honestly admit he hasn't come across a world like this one before. The ones he has seen are always full of noise, from the loudest parties to the shrillest of screams. Being in a place where anyone could hear a pin drop is different enough that Hunter finds himself still subconsciously tiptoeing on occasion as he looks around. When he wakes up that morning things seem normal enough for the first few moments, right down to the singing birds. The reality is quick to sink in when Hunter realises he's not sleeping in a bed but sitting upright in a dining room chair and he soundlessly jerks awake. What is that noise? It sounds like birds but it also sounds like an idiot playing a handheld game on full blast.

Hunter takes a moment to see if anyone else in the house makes a move before getting to his feet and striding over to the front door, throwing it open and staring at the creatures that seem to be holding a meeting outside. Are those mutant chickens? Monster turkeys? Grisly geese? Whatever they are they're noisy and Hunter watches with mild interest as one runs over to make even more noise at the doorstep of house five. He can't deny there's some curiosity on what happens when noise is made but right now it's too early in the morning. He could always kick the dammed thing as hard and fast as he could but Hunter suspects it would only cause more noise in the long run (that and it would probably explode being hit by his foot moving at mach 2) . Dealing with them all would only take a few seconds but it would also show his cards too soon and so he opts for making shooing motions at the visitor, frowning in concern as it seems determined to stay put.]

Alone or Together
[ Hunter hasn't been around long enough to figure out just how the natives work. There has to be some kind of vendetta beneath all the helpfulness but it's one he hasn't had time to figure out just yet. So the whole town hall dinner thing? Great, it gives him time to watch everyone around him, smile on his face as he keeps up his own facade of helpful, friendly guy. The message is curious enough but Hunter finds the reaction to it all the more telling. Normally if someone was meant to be dead then sent a message, it meant that someone somewhere had fucked up and not done the job properly. Dead people did not send texts, end of story.

He's busy watching to see who reacts the loudest to what's going on, so much so that when the red dust is blasted into the room he only takes a moment to know that if he avoids it, it'll be him that's the next topic of conversation. The red dust is a pain in the ass, the coppery tang of it instantly recognisable from his own arrival. Hunter quietly sneezes twice, rubbing his eyes before noticing how the colours of his surroundings begin to run. Definitely not normal, though he can't help but wonder if it was the dust or something in the food; the dust didn't do this last time round and before Hunter can say bless you at someone else who sneezes, the world has gone to black, white and grey.

Hunter doesn't need to learn sign language; the motion he makes at the person next to him is universal for what ??]

Wildcard
[ooc: more than up for anything, if anyone wants to cross paths with Hunter wandering around and taking a good look at his surroundings, or if anyone in House 5 wants to bump into him trying to get comfortable in a chair in the dining room, please feel free. More than happy for pings on

enabled, discord kate#2465 or a PM to this account.]

FISHING;

[ he can only fish when it's raining, they tell him, because the sound of the rain masks any other sound that might attract unwanted company, such as monsters or death, or sometimes both. it's misery on top of misery, really.

thomas isn't the type of person that likes to stay in one place for very long when there are things to figure out and places to be explored and questions to be answered, so here's a stick, now go stand in the rain by the water and wait isn't exactly an ideal job. that doesn't mean he abandons the responsibility — not yet, anyway. newt advised that they should lie low and keep their heads down for now, and that means not drawing unnecessary attention to himself, which is more of a challenge for thomas than it should be for any one person.

so far, though, he's done a fairly decent job of standing in the pouring rain, bored out of his mind and half-convinced that there aren't actually any fish to be caught at all. in his boredom, and his inability to stand still unless his life (or someone else's) depends on it, he paces slowly up and down the bank, lazily pulling his bait through the water with (less than) half of his attention on the task at hand, and the rest on his wandering mind and the thousands of questions he still wants the answers to.

there's no telling how long he'll last before his curiosity and his frustration gets the better of him and he ditches his fishing rod, but knowing thomas, it'll be sooner rather than later, unless something, or someone, manages to grab and hold his attention first. ]

IN FREAKISH FLIGHT;
( house 8; outside; open )

[ thomas isn't so much asleep as he is half-awake when he hears the bizarre chirping coming from outside. at first, he thinks nothing of it, nearly ignores it even if the sound is somewhat uncommon to him. it's the sudden absence of the sound, and the hazy realization that noise of almost any kind can, apparently, attract monsters that are destructive enough to leave the natives fearful, that has him jolting awake.

thomas isn't scared. not yet, but he is curious about the sound — and the mist clouding the windows. he climbs off of his mattress on the floor, stumbling for a half-step as he gains his footing, and he's half-way through the foyer before he realizes he doesn't have his device and backtracks to grab it.

there's nearly zero hesitation from thomas as he opens the front door and steps outside. ... the birds aren't the ugliest things he's ever laid eyes on, but they aren't exactly pretty, either, and thomas squints a little against the fog for a better look. it only takes half a second for thomas to realize they're moving, approaching the houses, and another half second to realize that he's virtually weaponless. they're just... birds, or something similar, anyway, but he's not naive enough to think that they're harmless.

they're oddly quiet birds, at the moment, but thomas isn't exactly complaining. he keeps his eyes on the one set on the house he's chosen to occupy, only glancing away briefly to make out a few other people standing out on their porches too, just blurred outlines in the fog. thomas stands fairly still, waits for something to happen.

and then the bird begins to screech again, louder this time, and thomas startles a little, stumbling backwards step. his eyes widen and his pulse jumps a few beats. what the fuck is he supposed to do?

without thinking, he hisses under his breath. ]

Shit. Shit.

[ he's got to shut it up before it gets him and everyone else killed. that's the plan, or the basis of it, anyway. the rest, it seems... is improvised.

gritting his teeth and bracing himself, thomas lowers his center of gravity and steps forward, slowly at first so as not to spook it into flying away. he takes another step, down one stair, and then suddenly, he rushes forward, diving off the porch... and onto the bird.

well. that's a start. at least the sounds are slightly muffled now as the bird squirms and struggles underneath him — but he could probably use a little help, if he's to shut this one up entirely. killing it is also an option, and one he's no exactly opposed to, but as far as he can tell, the bird isn't trying to kill any of them, it's just — trying to get them killed.

maybe killing it isn't such a bad idea. ]

ALONE OR TOGETHER;

[ thomas can't get the message out of his head. he's gone over it at least a hundred times now, trying to make sense of it, find some kind of answer or a clue as to what it means, if anything at all. the fact that it came from someone who's supposed to have been dead for a number of years only makes thomas all the more suspicious.

he's distracted through most of dinner, though it's not impossible to draw him into a conversation, especially if it's speculation about the strange message and the person rumored to have sent it.

when the dust creeps up from the vents, thomas is quick to grab the collar of his jumpsuit and pull it up over his nose and mouth on instinct, but it does him little good. he's on his feet in an instant, reaching for the nearest person to offer his help whether he knows the person or not. the most logical thing to do right now is to get out of the dining hall.

but before thomas can take more than a handful of steps towards the door, all of the color drains from his vision, fading out into black and white. it's enough to trip him up for a moment, his brows furrowing sharply as he looks up, and then to his left and right. he drops his collar from his face, using the same hand to press his thumb and index fingers against his eyelids, rubbing his eyes in the hopes that maybe it'll fix whatever's happening.

it doesn't, but thomas also doesn't have time to worry about it right now. though the dust is beginning to settle, instinct tells him that it's probably not the greatest idea to continue breathing it in, so thomas' top priority is to get out. again, he extends his hand, there for the taking, but if not, it can also be taken as a gesture to follow him. ]

C'mon. I don't know what's happening, but I don't think we should stick around.

WILDCARD;

[ i'm down for pretty much anything tbh. throw something at me and i'll roll with it, or hit me up on plurk @ kingsfoils, or via pm to this journal if you wanna discuss something else! ]

Edited 2018-03-13 14:43 (UTC)

In Freakish Flight; (house 8 and around it)

[ Newt hadn't slept well, simply laid in bed, tried to let sleep embrace him, and gotten it in short fits where he didn't really dream. The anxiety of making noise in his sleep didn't help anything. So he awakened about every other hour. It was far different than the night after he'd made it out of the Maze, where he'd conked out so hard on the soft bed that he'd awakened with his leg cramping up and angry at him. He finds himself up halfway through the night walking off the stiff and angry feeling in his leg and unable to break the habit of checking on the other not-so-sleeping Glader.

When he gets back in bed, he manages to hit that glazed out feeling where he's half between sleep and half awake, before finally letting his anxiety go with a mental fuck it. He awakens to birds, and doesn't feel very rested at all. It takes him a second to realise why he shouldn't be awakening to the ... weird calls of what sounds kind of like birds. His pace is quick, uneven and quiet as he all but scurries to the door, seeing Thomas rushing out at the bird making so much noise. Newt steps outside, frowning at the difference in air, and the way it's far more humid; he looks like a tired mess, but he doesn't seem to care. He can't yell at Thomas, so he does the next best thing and lets his warm brown eyes scan the surroundings, at least what he can see of them through the fog, looking for threats.

The way his lips press together and tug downwards and the way his hair sticks up in random tufts makes it obvious he'd been asleep and doesn't exactly wish to be dealing with this first thing in the morning. He moves a tiny bit closer to Thomas, in some silent form of solidarity in case the bird decides to try to murder him. The idea of mutilating the sleeve of his jumpsuit and giving it to Thomas to cover the shuck thing's eyes or tie it's beak shut, does pass his mind, but... Thomas definitely has this. Hit him up neighbours... ]

Alone or Together;

[ Newt didn't like the message, not one bit. Something about it made it seem like everything was about to change even more and he was sick and tired of trying to keep up with all the changes. Newt sits in front of Thomas, sharing surreptitious conversation over food before everything goes to hell. Then it does, he was halfway out of the room when the red dusty stuff shows up, causing him to sputter and choke, lungs wheezing around the stuff before he pulls up the collar of his jumpsuit and breathes through it until things have settled down a bit more.

It's hard to see much of anything around the way his eyes burn, but he can tell that all the colour in his world is definitely gone. He brings both his hands up to rub the heel of his palms into his eyes, when everything is still greyscale, he busies himself with something better. His hand grabs the closest person by the elbow, who seems to also be struggling with the insidious stuff and tries to offer them some sort of help in guiding them back down to an empty seat where they can get the gunk out of their lungs without falling over. ]

Ya 'right?

Wandering;

[ He's been assigned a job -- food prep, he's not much of a fan; it reminds him of when he was recovering from breaking his leg in the Glade. He'd tried out just about every job twice aside from being a Slicer before he'd decided that he quite liked farming. He preferred the actual plant care-taking more than anything there was something oddly inspiring about growing something from a seed, and the quiet. Here? He's back to trying different jobs.

He's wandering for now, trying to get acquainted with the place as he silently walks around. He doesn't trust that this isn't another one of WCKD's tricks, and he really hopes that he'll just happen to bump into Minho, or Fry, hell, he'd even prefer to see Brenda or Jorge, if just to have a bit more familiarity. He knows it's only a matter of time before Thomas gets fed up or starts putting two and two together and figures out what sort of hellish experiment they're dealing with now.

He seems a bit lost in thought, but feel free to knock him out of it. ]

Wildcard;

[ Ya want something specific, drop a starter or hit me up at susrien or on here and I can whip something up for ya. ]

Edited 2018-03-13 14:40 (UTC)

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