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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.

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[Ignis doesn't answer at first, taking the opportunity to take a much needed drink of water from the bottle before signing his reply.]

Yes, just a bit tired.

[He's actually a lot tired but he's not going to admit it.]

[ Music.

There is something appealing in the prospect, particularly in the wake of what had happened at the Tower. Something to boost the morale was not only welcome but required. ]

Never seen anything like it, [ he says, gaze switching from the cable to Lorem. ]

[ He reads the message and is, for a moment, thoroughly confused by what he reads there. Siblings? He's the only Uzumaki he knows, why would she-- And then he clocks on. Clones are something that's factored into his life since he learned how to make them all those years ago, and since technically they're an extension of himself, having any number of them around him feels just as natural as being alone. ]

i thought itd be a pretty good surprise!

[ That's not really true. He just also can't believe he missed an opportunity before now to show off. That in itself is more impressive than the feat itself is. ]

they're clones though, not my brothers

[ He isn't sure what's happened at first; usually his own application of chakra serves as a kind of buffer between his own body and any surface he might come in contact with with great force-- but this time it feels like he doesn't really have to do much to bounce back after he hits the ground. Literally. His body does a little push-back from the floor that has him springing back to his feet, and he blinks while looking at his hands, expression a picture of was that me? He's either getting very good at this all of a sudden, or...

He spots Alex when he looks around, squinting at him as if doing so will reveal whether or not he's the culprit of the bubble. ]

Oi! [ He shouts over the rain. Maybe a little louder than necessary, but he's enjoying being able to talk again. ] Was that you? What did you do??

[ That's.. kind of a weird response, Naruto thinks, but despite his confusion he's just relieved to have something to focus on other than his own pesky thoughts. The weirder the better, probably, and besides he can kind of relate... He can't think how long he's been awake at this point, and can't be bothered to attempt it. So he's not complaining, and settles down to reply. ]

yeah i guess
today feels like its gone on forever doesnt it?

[ He peers at the contact image next to the name he'd randomly selected. ]

are ya a local or do you come from someplace else like me?

[ The four Narutos trailing behind their original in a tight little circle, each hoisting one corner of the sand bag on their shoulders, look pretty content with their task and seem to be focusing on it entirely, except for the one closest to the back who notices the stranger following them and turns his head just slightly to look at him.

Then he nudges the clone next to him, who turns to look at Ignis, then nudges the next clone. This continues right up until Naruto Alpha gets a tap on the shoulder and is pointed in the direction of Ignis' attention. He leans around his group of clones, expression surprised and a little questioning. They are all kind of just staring at each other in complete silence at this point, after all.

The clone who noticed him first digs out a device from his pocket, types a message and holds it up. ]

youre the guy who waved earlier huh
do ya need somethin?

[ Naruto slows down and eventually comes to a stop - because while he's brimming with excitement he isn't rude enough to ignore someone who's clearly noticed him and taken an interest. His energy is still just as present though, evident in the way he's kind of bouncing from foot to foot, chest heaving, eyes alight like there's electricity behind them. ]

Do what? The jumps? [ He gestures back with a thumb over his shoulder at the height he'd just sprang from. ] I'm a ninja, y'know!

[ Most of the people here don't seem to know what chakra is and don't really understand many of the references he makes, but the word 'ninja' appears to have crossed universes enough that it gives a vague idea of what he's about. ]

[ Honestly, he's not sure what surprises him more: finding a sandpath that leads into such an unscrupulous corner of the city, or finding Hux already here, absorbed in his task.

The quiet stretches from seconds into minutes as he observes him, lingering on the familiar lines of the greatcoat, then: ] Not worried you'll rip a seam?

[It's still raining. Sleeping in the rain while they were traveling back to Reims was one thing, they just couldn't help that. But now? Even if the deck is enclosed, even if there's a roof over his head, Naruto is still going to end up getting soaked, and it's still cold out! Carpet pushes open the door and peers out at the deck to see if Naruto is there, message already typed and ready.]

You're going to get sick if you keep sleeping outside in this weather.

[ Sleep had been difficult long before he'd found himself in Reims; it was when one was at their most vulnerable, the most open to influence or attack.

Meditation was an adequate substitute, usually. When his thoughts weren't racing like carrion beetles. Sharp little pin-pricks that refused to let him find any semblance of peace.

He thinks of the Tower. He thinks of the red dust and the monstrous assembly. Then, he thinks of those taken and wonders if they will be waiting for them by the time they return.

Tending one of the campfires, his head snaps immediately toward Frank when he hears (feels) him wake. Holds his gaze for a long moment, as if asking if he's going to be a problem, then, when satisfied, turns his attention back to the fire. ]

[ Naruto is in the process of trying to dry out his jacket, but without a clothes line or anything to change into it's turning out to be a process that's a little more difficult than it might seem. Still wearing the matching orange trousers but only the thin armored gauze shirt he wears beneath his jacket on his upper half, he's shivering a little. It rained a lot, it's still raining a lot, and Naruto is half getting distracted watching it - and thinking, thinking a lot over everything that's happened over the past few days - as he flaps his jacket in the space of the deck, spraying the wall with water but not really doing much in the way of drying it.

He turns when he hears the door open, expression lightening considerably when he sees who it is. ]

Fuwa-chan! [ They can talk now, at least till it stops raining, so Naruto is making the most of it. ] What are you doin' here?

[ He notices the device, and leans forward to read it. ]

Oh.. [ He looks a little sheepish, like he's been told off, trying to disguise the fact that his nose is definitely cold and running a little, that he's still kind of shivering. ] I didn't think about it bein' so hard to dry off, y'know...

[ It's kind of amusing to see Uzumaki acting like this...

Honestly, it's better than when he'd had to cast that healing spell on him?? But, that's... in the past. Along with when Akira had attempted to cast the spell on that native that was killed...

Well, in... any case, this display of such a carefree nature is refreshing, and the thief can only grin just a tiny bit, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. There's a hint of fondness in his expression before he casually -- effortlessly -- does a combination of climbing and leaping until he's up on the roof with Uzumaki. ]

Can't say I expected my house to be turned into a jungle gym, of all things, when I got it.

[ Hands sliding back into his pockets, he's cocking his head to the side with the hint of a grin. Something about being in his Joker clothes brings out the urge to grin a lot, dark thoughts or no. Physical and emotional fatigue aside, the combination of new clothes and the ability to talk without fear are helping. ]

If you wring your clothes out in the bathroom and hang them up, they might dry faster. There are towels in there too.

[Of course, that wouldn't do much good if he comes right back out here--but not a word of that gentle urging includes the idea of doing that. Fuwa-chan goes to grab Naruto's blanket nest and drag it inside.]

[ It's the tap that breaks him of his thoughts...

For a moment, he's just staring at the older man, jawline tense, body far more rigid than he'd normally allow on a remotely conscious level. It's after taking just long enough to force himself to relax, his expression to ease into something more neutral, he nods.

He's... seen worse, so there's nothing akin to horror in his eyes, but it's clear that the appearance of the creatures managed to take him by surprise. They're far... more, in many ways, than he'd expected.

Akira will be quiet, avoiding communication in favor of seeming far more helpful than what the older man might have seen earlier in the trip...

That is, until the native dies, resulting in Akira effectively losing all of his composure for just a moment. His efforts are on the brinks of desperate as he tries to heal them, to bring them back to life.

Well after that, after everyone has paused, he can be found sitting alone. He's found a nice spot that's shielded from the downpour. Hands in the pockets of his Joker jacket, his device is nowhere to be seen -- it's tucked away. Clearly to ensure he "conveniently" misses anything that could interrupt some clearly important, clearly helpful thoughts that are racing through his mind right now. ]

Edited 2018-02-04 12:34 (UTC)

[ During the initial part of the travels, Akira does notice her struggles. And he doesn't hesitate; suddenly, there will be a young man in a black coat standing in her path, though with a few feet separating them to give her enough time to stop before bumping into him, maybe.

He's giving an emphasized nod, eyes resting on her bag of sand as he does so. There's no sign of strain on his own face, no redness to imply he's having trouble with his own bag. He tilts his head to the side as he lowers his arms enough that she'd be able to place that bag on top of his own.

Let him carry that? ]

I'm unfamiliar with the stars here, [ he begins, since it's probably best to get that out of the way quickly. The star-mapping feature has been useful, however; not only has it given him something to think about other than their current situation but it's given him an idea (more or less) of where they're situated on the galactic map. ]

Still, there's a constellation called "The Burning Snake" that is so bright it's even visible from the skies of Galactic City.

[ He has... no idea when it happened. Or how. At some point, he'd managed to doze off, for as much as he'd been actively doing his best to stay awake and help watch over everyone else. Not to mention, he... doesn't trust himself to sleep around all these people.

Nightmares suck.

There was something more comforting nearby -- something he hasn't had since his arrival here. And so his sleeping form had inched closer. His head had managed to find itself on a shoulder, possibly mistaking it for the pillow in his unconscious state?? Who knows.

But his arm? Well, it had... wound up flopping down onto the opposite form's torso.

And the worst part in all of this? This guy can sleep for hours -- like... ten straight on a good night -- on end. It's just a really good thing for A2 that sleeping him must be realizing that it's not a common thing for another body to be this close while he's sleeping.

There's a silent frown, a shift, and... his hand might be squeezing her side a couple of times?? Because what the hell is he even holding onto??? And it's not until after a few groggy blinks that he does very slowly come to just enough to look at her. It's several seconds after that, his eyes very slowly widen.

Yet another seconds later, his face turns an impressive shade of red as he far-too-casually moves into a sitting position. In spite of the casual nature of his movements, that red face is telling. As is the fact that he's not even moving to get his phone. Only moving one hand to press it to the back of his neck, eyes averted for now.

Android or not, this is his first time sharing a sleeping space with someone else! His culture doesn't have people randomly sleeping together!! This is reserved for significant others, or something!!!

... Eventually, he will get his phone and type a message to her: ]

Good morning.

[She would have laughed if that were an okay thing to do. Instead she'll have to settle for an amused grin. Faith drew her fingers across her lips in a show of zipping them up. His secret is safe with her.

Although now part of her is silently wishing he did have some ulterior motive like wanting to get into her pants. But she's keeping it to herself. She's had very few friendships, so she's afraid of ruining it just because she's horny.

Faith signs to him 'You sleep.' She points to the ground where he'd been resting before he'd startled awake. 'I keep watch?'. Faith points all around them. She's tired too, but he looks like he needs it more to be honest.

[Faith isn't used to being comforted, least of all by a child. She does her best to bottle back up the tears. Using her free hand she quickly wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath.

She nods, moving to sit back down next to the tree, patting to the ground next to her. She'll take the company, for as much as she'd like to act like she didn't need it, she actually did.]

[She still bristles at the thought of Poe actively sacrificing himself for the sake of this plan. What if he doesn't come back?] That or I can do it. I'm real good at being loud too. [She's not really too concerned about her own life at the moment so it seems the better option. Obviously Poe will feel differently.]

But there are so many of them. I don't know where to even begin with fighting them. I wish Giles were here. He was always good for a plan. [But she didn't want to subject Rupert to this shit show, so she's also glad he's not. That she's the only one of those she knew from home here.]

[Faith entire world revolves around vampires, so the idea that whatever these things are they could have been like them once isn't a far leap.] Could be the villagers too.

I wish they would be more honest with us. I'm starting to feel like most of what they've told us is complete bullshit. They tell us just enough to keep us quiet and play along.

At least they showed us the Sound Eaters, so that's something. Still. Then there was that last one. The thing that hatched? That really spooked the natives. I guess it was something new.

(yeah like ten people have offered to carry his shit but DOESN'T HE WANT TO MEET SUPERGIRL???)

[Kara's in the supersuit, and even though she's not a stranger here, she weirdly feels like one now. She looks different, holds herself differently, but - when she passes her (old?) house and sees Mike's sign, she can't help but double back and mess with him, just a little bit. She hopes he'll get a kick out of this.

She heads around to the back of the house and then soars up on top and over, landing in front of Mike with his sign and his dinosaur, cape fluttering behind her and her hands on her hips.

Sure there's no glasses, but aside from that, she just holds herself differently, talks more confidently; she's Supergirl.

She points to the sign, taps at her phone to make sure she's logged into the right username (Supergirl) and then types out:]

Need a hand?

[There could be danger where they're going. So, Kara has remained in her supersuit, if for no other reason than it will allow her to openly use her powers if she needs to save anyone. Still, the cape gets a little uncomfortable when you're trying to lay down under the stars.

She finds herself next to a stranger, a robot she thinks, and she's surprised when they pass their message to her. It makes her smile, though, wistful herself. Another advantage of donning the supersuit? She can be honest about where she's from. Thank Rao.]

There weren't crickets where I'm from, but I lived on Earth long enough that I fell in love with the sound of them.

[He's right; the rain is soothing. She doesn't get to see rain very often. Like 9S has told her -- again and again and again -- the environment's changed on Earth.

Well, she hadn't come out here specifically, but...]

I'm looking for someone.

[It's Kara's second round trip back from the camping expedition to Reims to check in on Jessica. She can't believe Jessica didn't go, with all her warnings. Wouldn't she want to keep an eye on Kilgrave?

Maybe not. Besides, Kara's been watching him like a hawk.

She keeps to herself, staying in the shadows because in her supersuit, she sticks out like a sore thumb. She doesn't want Jessica to spot her.

Which, once she finds Jessica, maybe she shouldn't worry so much about. She's drunk. Kara's itching to run out and catch her because she's sure Jessica's about to fall. But Kilgrave had to said to watch her, to gather intel, so that's what she's doing, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, worried.

Then Jessica yells.

It really does happen horrifyingly fast, and it's only thanks to Kara's superspeed that she can parse what happens at all. A horrifying figure, horned and scaly, swoops in and over Jessica, and her screams are stopped. Then her body falls to the ground.

Kara presses her hands over her mouth so hard it hurts to keep her scream from coming out, and she backs up into the shadows, her legs shaking. She turns and leaves, soaring up into the sky and flying back to camp before she can see Jessica's body disappear.]

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