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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



porkbelly: (soft like mash potatoe)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-12 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. Okay.

[He hasn't forgotten he promised Victor a thigh job, being purposefully casual with striding over to get the towel so as to give the other a nice preview. He rubs his butt a little where Victor had spanked earlier, knowing that would be a fun way to tease him too.]
hoaxer: (6.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-02-12 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't that. Lu Li's eye widens for a moment before she quickly looks away, as though embarrassed by her own reaction.

She slides her device over.]


I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT. I DIDN'T MEAN TO BRING UP ANY BAD MEMORIES.
laytheghost: (one foot in front of the other)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-02-12 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Jan could talk with her mouth full, but she doesn't. she finishes chewing and swallowing her mouthful of peach before she replies. it gives her enough time to feel a little less certain about her indignation, to pause and back down slightly. she's so uncertain about the meaning of what she can see, still; she hasn't had her ability for very long, and what Rosa and Annabel had become wasn't subtle. whatever is going on with Lu Li is entirely new.]

I don't know.

...are you?
laytheghost: (nowhere to hide)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-02-12 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[this is awkward. Jan's never been good at telling stories like this; she's not a personal talker. she could tell the story about when she and Niko locked themselves on the roof of the school building and tried to climb down the outside, but "describing" him...?]

sure i guess
hes a year or two younger than me
skipped some grades
rly loves computer shit
skinny dude


[she'd slammed a guy's head into a locker for him and gone to the principal's office, back in middle school. she guesses he's fine without her at college where the smart people go.]
Edited 2018-02-12 05:14 (UTC)
dryeyes: even though i hate soccer [<user name="expellerhead">] (life is like soccer)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-02-12 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He wouldn't put it that way, but,]

You're not wrong. Of course, we don't need a perfect solution, just something.

Is that why you were more concerned about that body we saw? If ghosts are something normal in your earth?
ghostfluster: (than i could ever create)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-02-12 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
sounds like a plan

[...huh]

so you've got your living monsters and your monsters that are ummm

if theyre not dead or living they sound like some weird idk

sci fi dimensional thing happening there?
hoaxer: (3.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-02-12 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[This is the first time this topic has been addressed. Morgan thought she was a self-aware A.I. The warden assumed so as well. The implications of such software was so appealing to the latter that Lu Li was slated to be salvaged for parts.

Yet - weren't they right, in a sense? The mind residing in this body is no longer flesh and blood. There's a reason why she's willing to trek through the Milky Way in search for a hard drive that might not even exist.

Lu Li looks away, uncertain of how to broach the topic.]


I REMEMBER DYING. I THINK.

[Her voice gives no hints, but the way her shoulders are slightly drawn up speak volumes.]
laytheghost: (can't mess with us can't mess with us)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-02-12 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[giving and accepting comfort is more or less all Jan can do right now, and that rankles. but it does help, despite everything.]

Let's go back.
hoaxer: (10.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-02-12 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, it's on Lu Li for not being specific enough. She shakes her head, though she isn't annoyed by any means.]

OH NO, I MEAN WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE.
poodlemom: (Heart shape boy)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-02-12 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Yuuri is being delightfully sexy and Victor is all sorts of fed up with any kind of a heavy mood. He responds with a flirtatious whistle, some playful and cheesy catcalls of "wooow!", "So sexy, so fine!" Just to get Yuuri to crack a smile.]
porkbelly: all icons by me from official art (pigs can't swim)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-12 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It works, Yuuri unable to hold back a laugh at the corny flirting. He shakes his head and gently tosses the towel at Victor.]

International playboy Victor Nikiforov...
poodlemom: (Now that's a boy I could get into)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-02-12 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
The man who loves you most of all, yes. [he teases, catching the towel and rubbing his face down with it. Yuuri gets a show of it, Victor cradling his face in it with those bedroom eyes he's known for. His darling Yuuri, who makes him smile even in dark times. Love never tested is hardly love, right? Something cliche comes to mind, Victor can find it romantic, still.]
porkbelly: (PREMIUM GRADE SOFT BOY)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-12 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Those bedroom eyes are still a weakness, and Yuuri closes the distance between them to place a soft kiss on Victor's forehead. He knew his fiancee was most concerned with his happiness, all joking aside. There was no reason to doubt Victor's love. That love he'd been so patient with.]
Edited 2018-02-12 05:37 (UTC)
warfares: <user name="icontrol"> (pic#11942303)

[personal profile] warfares 2018-02-12 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Someone's been telling tales, it seems. He shouldn't be surprised but still, somehow, is. The brief pause ㅡ eyes widening and then narrowing, mouth parting on a response that doesn't quite make it past his throat ㅡ is enough for Kylo to bring up a fist, slamming it into Poe's solar plexus with enough force it will be a surprise if he can keep upright.

Then, he gets in close: ]
It's Organa, [ comes the correction, a soft murmur that blends into the careful background sound, mouth quirking upward in a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, ] if you're going to be cute.

I would advise against it. [ Then, satisfied he had got his point across, he turns, leaving Poe alone with his pack and with his thoughts. ]
dryeyes: often far more serious mistakes (sure i made mistakes when i was younger)

"this is healthy coping"

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-02-12 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd ended up startling her but they could both get over it. There's the quick look, then the look away, the comment on his appearance... He pauses, glancing down at the soaked, nondescript jumpsuit he was wearing.]

I always look like this.

[He was used to looking like a wreck. It was the little details, the tightness around his eyes, the tenseness in how he stood, that were the real signs of trouble. He'd feel like a wreck, if he gave himself proper time to feel, and that was unacceptable to him. His eyes flicker over to what she's working on. Each nail was put in with a certain precision to it, a purpose.]

Rather than talking about me, [since he's blunt enough to say outright that he doesn't want to talk about it,] What are you working on?
hoaxer: (6.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-02-12 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[It's only fair that he uses her own technique against her. Neither of them want to touch upon the real heart of the matter - and that's fine by Lu Li. They've only known each other for a month. And she doesn't think she wants to add any more to those tired shoulders.]

I NEED TO KEEP MYSELF BUSY.

[She glances off to the side, where there are similar nailed boards piled up.]

THEY'RE. I GUESS YOU COULD CALL THEM SAFEGUARDS.
laytheghost: (but that never hurt no one)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-02-12 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
oh! umm idk
like a nerd
kept calling himself a skinny indian kid evne tho i TOLD him to lift
noooo sympathy
couple inches tallern me too


[they'd never had that many hobbies in common, but she's used to that by now.]
laytheghost: (remember the fight & forget the pain)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-02-12 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
...it happens...

[that's an absolutely horrible thing to say here. wow. back up, let's try this again.]

I mean, I've met other dead people.

[IS THAT BETTER???]

--shit. I was bad at talking to them about it too. I'm sorry, man. Are you okay? As far as crappy memories go, that's got to take the cake.
hoaxer: (1.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-02-12 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[If she could snort in amusement, she would.]

WOULD HE BE HAPPY TO HEAR YOU CALLING HIM A NERD?
hoaxer: (11.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-02-12 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Truthfully? No. But Jan doesn't need to know that. She has enough on her mind to worry about - and a project to finish. After what happened on that trip, distractions are important. So Lu Li nods her head.]

IT WAS A WHILE AGO.

[A small fib.]

WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME, JAN?
ebonyengine: (☠ - Whose side are you on?)

[personal profile] ebonyengine 2018-02-12 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
She's not going to let this go, is she?

Why are you so concerned about me?

They haven't even exchanged names. And Ignis unused to being fussed over like this.
ebonyengine: alive (☠ - I'm comfortable)

[personal profile] ebonyengine 2018-02-12 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes a moment for Ignis to put the name together: Akira Kurusu. A definitely foreign sounding name if he's ever heard one. He's glad he's dedicated a lot of time to learning sign language. He signs his name back in return. Ignis Scientia.]

Are you alright?
born2b: (admiring grun's foot)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-02-12 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. System maintenance is the software.

[2B shakes her head.]

Not as far as I know.

[She looks away. Maybe 9S would have better luck finding her. He's more suited to this sort of work. If anything, his skills are more useful, especially when they're up against an enemy they cannot seem to fight.]

If we can't find her, it may mean the reset room doesn't work for us.
born2b: (can you NOT!?)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-02-12 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[What the hell just happened?

Despite the instinct to go after A2, 2B stands her ground; she might be the reckless one who doesn't like to plan too far ahead in the future, but 2B knows better than to charge into that. For A2 to simply be removed from the picture...

She looks over at 9S before gesturing rapidly, her surprise and bewilderment quickening her signals.]


Did you see what happened?
born2b: (more meaningless conjecture)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-02-12 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The corners of her mouth tighten. An enemy that is so fast they can't call for help. An enemy they can't fight.

She hates this.

Sound Eaters won't be the only things that can hurt you.

Why bother having a guard if Sound Eaters are that swift and powerful? There must be something else. Her next gestures are slower, gentler.

Try not to get yourself into trouble.