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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm

MOD LOG #1



MOD LOG #1

Packing Up
Content Warnings: General tension
Themes: Survival, exploration, heavy-lifting

At the end of the month, the natives send out a mass message informing everyone of the upcoming trip to 'meet' the Sound Eaters. Preparing for the trip is simple, though labor intensive, and begins with making certain that everyone packs food, water, clothes, gear, and a twenty-pound package of sand. When it's time for the journey to begin, those tasked with watching the sandpaths, will lead the party on the journey towards the Eiffel Tower. It's a slow trip, a careful one. Natives will take breaks every few hours and when the sun sets, help everyone to set up their bed rolls around a few lanterns. The natives will unveil the star mapping feature, with constellations named and general history attached, on the devices. They will encourage those to tell stories, get out food and water, and 'talk' amongst the group before everyone settles into sleep. Out, under the night sky, the silence is more noticeable - there are no crickets or frogs. This process will repeat for two days until the group reaches the end of their destination at midday.

Sound Eaters
Content Warnings: Disorientation, confusion, character and native death, Sound Eater birth and death, body horror
Themes: Survival, exploration, horror, death

On the third day, characters will finally reach the Eiffel Tower, where the Sound Eaters in this area of France have set up their 'home'. Stopping far enough out to allow for communication, the natives will gesture to the ruins of the structure that appears to be altered. Structures are built up and around the metal frame, closing off different sections with a dark material that glints an oily-green in the light. After explaining that the Sound Eaters are influenced by the weather, rain being an issue for them, they'll take everyone closer. Silence is key here. The natives are visibly wary, tense, and uncomfortable but they believe that showing the arrivals what they're so afraid of will inspire them to be more cautious.

Now, as close to the Sound Eaters as they dare to go (less than a half mile), the natives will have everyone crouch down behind various cars and debris. The devices will say only one word, watch. As the sun begins to set and clouds darken overhead, the tower will open up, the Sound Eaters spilling out. They are split up, as the natives refer to it, into classes - the young, the shifting and the matured. The young are extremely sensitive to sound, volatile and aggressive, humanesque in form with features in various state of change. The shifting are grotesque, splitting and reforming, changing from young to matured in a shift that is punctuated by pained screams and the breaking of bones, splitting of flesh. The matured are in control. They command and guide their kind into a circle, where they all bend down, kneeling as something different than the rest comes out of the tower to stand at the center. The wind catches, dusting up red ash from it and blowing the ash towards the group - there's no way to move and it tastes familiar, coats your skin in red. They all grow quiet and a wrapped form, in the shape of a body, is placed at the Sound Eaters' feet. It crumbles, breaks apart and sprays out over the wrapped figured to completely cover it.

The shards of the Sound Eater bubble up and fuse together, creating a shell. Rain begins to fall. Light, but enough to cause the Sound Eaters to begin to move, pushing against one another but not leaving the circle. There's a shrill sound, an offbeat whistle, air escaping a tight space, a desperate inhale, and then the shell at the center splits apart. A Sound Eater died to create a new life. Smaller than the other young, the 'child' climbs up and out, but it's not the same as the others. It's form is generally human. Dark hair, androgynous features. No eyes. No mouth. Standing, it angles its head towards the matured and they move, as if on command, and surround it as it walks into the tower.

( If anyone makes noise at this point, in any way, the coming bad weather and what just occurred, will result in the Sound Eaters only attacking that person - rather than the whole group. They'll drag that person into the tower and out of sight. The character will be reset. )

The natives are upset. Spooked. They've never seen anything like that and they're quick to tell everyone this, followed by a hasty message to leave. As they're moving, the rain begins to beat down and the ground grows slippery. Making it back to the supplies is troublesome and just as the group gets close, one of the natives slips and tumbles down broken concrete, twisting and smacking against the hard surface until they come to a stop at the bottom. Anyone that goes to help will find that the native has hurt themselves and there's nothing that can be done, despite best efforts. The natives will take the time to wrap their friend up, relaying that the Sound Eaters don't attack now that the rain is heavy, and will begin the slow trek back to the community. They'll camp each night, the same as the trip up, but with an uncomfortable tension that no amount of story telling can break.

It's Raining Me- Rain. It's Just Water.
Content Warnings: None
Themes: Survival, fun, noise-making

After everyone is back in Reims, the natives will split off to bury their dead - they will not allow anyone to accompany them. Everyone is encouraged to head back to the community to get a break from the bad weather and to unload their supplies. The following day, the natives can be heard outside. Splashing and making noise, fixing houses, and what might have been a somber event will quickly turn into something a little more upbeat as rain beats down on the city. Children will play and occasionally laugh, stunted in their ability to enjoy themselves but willing to learn from the arrivals. Bigger items will be moved and natives will encourage everyone to do the 'noisier' things that they need to do. When the rain ends, work will resume as usual and soundproofing will be a lot more difficult - the water washed away sandpaths and damaged some areas. Cleaning up will take time but the natives aren't as unhappy with the situation as they just had a moment's respite from the normal tension of their everyday lives.

OOC
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NAVIGATION



priwen: (answers)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hm. Again, he's mildly surprised that she doesn't know - but that might be just cultural difference. His voice is soft ]

Yes. It involves setting the fish over a fire along with some condiments. I think we're short on sauces right now, but just a little salt can do wonders for the taste.

[ Obviously he's going to make one for her, since she decided to spend time with him. ]
oorah: (☠︎004)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-04 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ he offers her a tiny smile when she stays, unconsciously leaning towards her just a little when she sits by him. the rain sounds good and his eyes drift closed. he could almost fall asleep again just like this -- actually, he definitely could. he's tired enough for it.

frank isn't sure if they should talk over the devices or just sit like this. he knows which one he'd prefer but it isn't about him. he opens his eyes and looks back at her face, mouthing Are you okay? a stupid ask maybe, but something he needs to know anyway. ]
kiljoy: (aka send nudes)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not running, that would look suspicious. No, he just didn't see Alexandre so he's on an errand like everyone else here. In fact he stops to talk to a native, so if Alexandre interrupts that will be rude and uncouth of him. Do you want to be rude and uncouth, Alex? Do you?]
priwen: (Default)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex is a nice guy so he will wait patiently within polite distance for him to be done. Two can play at this game. ]
priwen: (Default)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods ]

You shouldn't have more to worry about in this place. [ his rationale for doing this, apparently ] We've suffered enough.
kiljoy: (aka grab a sharpie)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He will never be done. If there's one thing Kilgrave is good at, it's talking, which is why this place is such a literal hell for him. He keeps the native engaged in conversation to the point that the poor man starts to give Alexandre nervous looks. They're talking about the weather. It's amazing how long a British person can talk about the weather.]

...Rain looks like it's going to last for a while. Relief for us all, eh? It was driving down in sheets this morning, I could barely see outside my window.
priwen: (coming home)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ After about two more minutes of aimless conversation, he decides that perhaps it is time to liberate the native. ]

'tis quite pitiful how long you would entrap someone just to get away from me.

[ His voice... doesn't fit his frame. He sounds a lot less stoic than his angular features might suggest, instead having a soft quality to it - though what gentleness in his voice has since been dispelled. ]
kiljoy: (aka poker face)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The natives can't be compelled so there's no mind control at work here. Just good old-fashioned social pressure. Kilgrave finally turns to Alexandre, raising his eyebrows.]

I'm busy. I thought you'd take the hint. Leave.
priwen: (i am the sea)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex doesn't know that, does he? ]

Look at his face. He wishes to go. [ So it's still social bullying. Now, to the native: ] Are you busy with him, sir?

[ The native promptly backs away and claims that he has cleanup to go to. ]
kiljoy: (aka concerned for you)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Kilgrave sighs as the native scurries off.]

Look at my face. I wish to go. What do you want?
priwen: (coming home)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex meets Kilgrave's gaze - odd eyes, one gold and the other milky grey from injury, both without rage but full of steel. He relaxes and lets the aura of his surroundings fade into clarity before him - the better to make his (still amateur) judgment. ]

Why do you hurt people?
lowkeycrazy: (. . . . .)

Sound Eaters

[personal profile] lowkeycrazy 2018-02-04 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Even having been exposed to the Metaverse and having been forced to do what he's done... even Akechi has to admit he's unsettled. They were like— humans. Cursed humans, perhaps? ... the shifting ones in particular...

He hadn't run in a panic like Yuuri did, but he had hastened himself a bit to get away from the creatures, their unsightly appearance leaving a cold feeling in his body and a crawling underneath his skin.

Even in the rain, he can clearly hear the heaving breaths and sobs, and his attention is drawn to young man on the ground. For a moment... he even envies him. What a soft life he must have come from, for the sight of a Sound Eater to reduce him to tears.

Or perhaps it was the native's death...?

He looks around for a moment, as if waiting for someone else to step up to the plate. Someone soft and kind who will give sugar-coated words of comfort to this poor sod.

But no one steps forth...

He debates leaving him there. He really does. But the sobbing— grinds against him, and with an aggravated sigh, he finally walks forward, hands loosely wrapped around him as he comes to a stop in front of the other.]


Pull yourself together.

[...there's a reason he waited...]
kiljoy: (aka what the fuck)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[...Talk about a leading question. What is this bullshit? Kilgrave stares back.]

I try not to. Why do you?
priwen: (answers)

raining

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aaron's death wasn't something he missed. Yet, there were so many other things he needed to take care of, so it's only now that he is able to seek out the youth and make sure he was okay.

At some point in his playing, Alex would come over and pull him aside just for a moment. ]


Hey, are you hungry?
priwen: (Default)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Continue the staring match. ]

You didn't answer my question. Why did you hurt Jessica and Faith and others?
kiljoy: (aka poker face)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, for– You read my post. You know that Jessica not only tried but succeeded in killing me. I was acting in self-defence. I didn't hurt Faith. The people who kidnapped her did. Save your accusations for them.
priwen: (coming home)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Her heart spoke that your words were a lie.

[ That's all that he'll say on the matter. ]
xochipilli_cursed: (Default)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-02-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
No...

[A pause. Why was it so hard to focus today.]

Actually, yeah.

[Everything's been out of wack with him since... well since the Sound Eaters. He hopes that passes. He flashes Alex a smile though.]
kiljoy: (aka send nudes)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[...What does that even mean? He folds his arms, tone flat.]

What?
priwen: (drowning in the horizon)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
You lied.

[ Duh. ]
kiljoy: (aka poker face)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Every word I've said is the truth. [Not completely wrong! Just, you know, Kilgrave's version of the truth.] If all you're going to do is throw around baseless accusations, you can fuck right off.
priwen: (Default)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-02-04 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ His Dark Knight soul crystal burns against his skin under his shirt, and he can feel the magic sealed inside it straining to break free. How easy it would be to simply let it run wild and torment this man with the pain that he had visited upon others....

... but there is a time for that, and that time is not now. ]


Have you considered the fact that the world does not revolve around you?

[ For now, he will be civil. ]
rockypath: (deadly intentions)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-02-04 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head at that question, a soft shrug of her shoulders before moving so that she can drape her arms over her knees and pull them close to her chest. Faith is definitely not okay. But she could be worse. It could always be worse. She could still be being controlled by Kilgrave, for one. The cuts are still there on her wrists from her ziptie escape attempt. Occasionally she finds herself idly running her fingers along the scabbed lines. It won't scar, but likely would have on anyone else.

Faith isn't moving to get out her messenger just yet, she's currently about as talkative as him. It's in her back pocket though, if need be. She'd pulled it out of her things to speak to Eleven earlier.]
porkbelly: (yadda yadda mom's spaghetti)

CW: Vomitting

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-04 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He wouldn't be wrong at all. Compared to many others here, Yuuri's life had been very soft. He had a supportive, loving family who would have been there for him no matter what. He'd never had to fight in a war or see someone die in front of him. Sure, being a public figure meant he'd gotten some harsh criticism now and again, but at the end of the day the biggest demon Yuuri had to fight was himself. He's not proud of his tendency towards anxiety, and once the primal sense of terror isn't in charge, he will start to feel embarrassed of how he's acting.

When he's spoken to, his first instinct is to apologize profuesly and try to stop. How fortunate he's already in the proper position for a dogeza (nevermind that he has no clue if the person he's apologizing to will understand the gesture). Even as the apologies are attempting to leave his mouth, however, something entirely different comes out.]


Blarghhhhh... !
Edited 2018-02-04 03:33 (UTC)
oorah: (☠︎112)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-04 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ frank nods in acceptance of the answer, though it hurts. no one would be okay in her shoes so it makes sense. he can't help feeling he contributed to her pain all the same. frank signs Sorry again and lets out a soundless sigh. he finds himself looking at the wounds he caused her for a moment before he has to turn away. ]