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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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[ He can't help but ask out of being curious. Poe didn't want to give any kind of disrespect though. When he reads the meaning he gives a nod with a smile. It's something he tries to do, one time before it was saying it to a droid that could be rebuilt. Expandability was something he hated. He disliked how the First Order gave numbers to their troopers. It's basically how FN-2187 became Finn. Poe only gave a name and asked if it was okay. ]

Simple enough to remember. I use the actual sentence many times. Semper Fi is a lot shorter.

[ Poe reads the next few messages and frowns a bit. His eyebrows come together. It's a risk. He quietly types on the device again. ]

I live with Faith, I saw that she wasn't acting herself. Sooner or later I would have ended up finding the trouble or being more in it. If he finds out, he finds out. I'm willing to take the risk for what we did. No one would want to be influenced in that matter. It's worse than the things I've been through.

[ He sits thinking up something. ]

Do you think this psycho will be willing to make a deal?

[ it's worse than the things frank has been through, too which is fucking saying something. or maybe in the case of agent orange: just as bad. he replays it over and over, jessica crushing kilgrave's windpipe. he wishes it were happening now instead of locked in a memory.

poe's next message gets a sharp look as frank tastes bile. his response is automatic, drawing a line across his throat in a hell no before typing an even less ambiguous reply. ]

we don't make deals with terrorists. period.

[ He could tell by a simple gesture that Frank didn't enjoy the question. Poe doesn't even look nervous. A calm neutral expression stays on his face. Deep down though he knew it probably wouldn't even be an option. It would be last resort and he wouldn't be able to give it. They would need someone else too. Someone who couldn't be influenced. More risky. More people getting involved. ]

What do we do then? If deals are out of the question and killing doesn't matter here. He'll just come just come back. Avoiding him might risk suspicion if he doesn't already know. I haven't even met the guy. But what I've seen, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Including the people I dislike greatly.

[ Even if they might deserve it. ]

[ he lets out a long silent breath. the last time he'd made the plans things hadn't turned out so good. he needs micro, his foil. the only person who's as insane as he is probably, but he knows he'd know what to do. frank thinks about that for a moment: what would micro do? ]

for now we bide our time. sit on our hands.

[ something he hates to do and it shows on his face. he has a feeling poe is the same, the eagerness with which he'd gotten involved in the botched kidnapping speaking volumes, to say nothing of what they'd just been through together. ]

he's hurting another friend of mine. [ and it's slowly killing him. ]

[ Poe is a constant thinker, he's always working up some kind of a plan. It didn't even have to be a plan. If he's trapped in a cave and the only entrance he comes from collapses behind him. He'll keep moving forward deeper in the cave. One of Poe's hands raises up in a 'you did not suggest that' way. ]

I won't sit on my hands. There has to be another way.

[ There's a bit of anger within the sentences but maybe a bit of desperation too. After seeing the next part though, Poe bites the bottom of his lip a bit before hanging his head. That would explain a few things. ]

We need to find a way to help her. Try to find a way. No one should have to be put through that. They have no choice but to obey his commands. From what Jessica answered of my questions. This ability is stronger than what I encountered where I come from. I can't go against him or anyone really with abilities. I know I'm more at risk but I rather do something.

[ Poe knows a few people that could fight, but if there was someone else involved too. He couldn't put them at risk either. They wouldn't be able to pull the same move as they did with Faith but there could be something else. ]

just for now. [ he holds up a hand. calm down, fly boy. he's far from giving up, this is only just the beginning. but acting emotionally had gotten them all exposed, he needs a better plan. ]

if you paint a target on your back he'll take you out. you're not his type if you catch my drift so i don't know if he'll toy with you or just use you to hurt someone else but it's not worth the risk. [ especially since he's pretty sure the person he'll be hurting is rey. this guy is a sick bastard, and frank knows how guys like that tick. maximum impact, maximum pain, no remorse. ]

I don't enjoy this. [ He really doesn't. Poe stares at Frank's hand knowing that he probably should ease off a bit. However he would be acting emotionally anyway. ]

I'm not looking to fight him. I wouldn't be able to. I don't want him using me to hurt someone else. I would rather die before that happens. I can take the risk but not when it can get other people hurt. Waiting for a while I can manage, but knowing there's others getting hurt by him, we can't let that continue.
We have to find a way. [ He didn't want to think about what the situation could end up being. Poe knew if this ability could be obtained in his galaxy to the degree this was. The war would have ended and the Resistance wouldn't be around. He was certain it would fall into the hands of the First Order or the wrong ones. He'll continue to sound like a broken transmission repeating the same things. He's trying to make a point somewhere. ]

he won't let you kill yourself unless it suits him either so tread carefully.

look. kara can handle herself, and when the time is right we'll get her back. but i need a way to castrate him first. [ like the drugs jessica is working on getting, though he doesn't know the specifics of that. he just wants to twist that guy's head off again and again but it's not a solution. it'll just make him angrier. this is how frank solves his problems though: m u r d e r. he's missing the analytical mind necessary for a task such as this. his rescue plan illustrated that nicely. ]

I guess our only option is to have a friend kill us so it's not continuing anymore or capture them in the same way we did with Faith. It can be a different plan, a set up. Not a kidnapping as you thought up.

There's seems to be plenty of people who can take care of themselves. I'm worried about how they'll be after taking commands they may not want to actually follow but have to. I know I would be broken up after that or way worse depending on what was said and done. [ He looks at Frank while shaking his head a bit at the suggestion he used. Wouldn't that only piss him off more? Poe rubs a hand down his mouth while putting his device in his lap. ]

[ he nods. this feels more familiar, bouncing impossible problems off of a friend. making plans for a common enemy. it's just difficult because if one of them is compromised kilgrave will have their blueprints and he needs to prevent that from happening. especially now that kevindouche knows who took faith. ]

i have a few ideas, but we can't conspire too much just in case. and since you brought it up

[ frank needs to skip over the psychological trauma that must be plaguing faith and kara right now. that can't be reversed, unfortunately, as angry as it makes him. he levels poe with a heavy gaze, knowing what he wants to ask of this man won't be easy. they don't even know one another's names but they're soldiers. he might be the only one he can count on to do this when the time is right. ]

if he gets me i want you to take me out. i'll do the same for you.

[ This entire situation is difficult and it wasn't going to be easy the rest of the time. Poe though didn't mind that. The thing he did was having to take a command and to follow it through exactly as it's said. He read Frank's message and at first he gets a bit upset but then realizes why shortly after. ]

We're going to have to come up with a way to do this planning. Even if it's in part. Maybe not complete parts. This ability of taking a command and doing it regardless is far worse than another way I know.

[ Poe's going to be not specific in the way he knows. Actually his lips press at the thought of even vaguely mentioning it. He looks over at Frank as it gets more serious. They didn't know each other's names and maybe for now that can be good. Poe can continue calling Frank the grumpy guy, there must be plenty out there in Reims. ]

I can do that for you if you do it for me.

[ frank nods. he'll find a way, but he isn't there yet. and he doesn't have anything relevant to share. instead, he holds out his hand to cement their pact. when poe places his hand in his he'll squeeze as he holds the other man's gaze, his other hand reaching out to pat his elbow companionably. when he pulls away he signs just one word: Promise. and for the first time since arriving here he feels truly at ease. funny how a suicide pact can make you chill a minute. ]

[ Poe knew that everything would be tricky. He wouldn't back out of this knowing that it meant freedom from being mind controlled. The hand was easy to take giving Frank's a firm squeeze back while giving a nod in a silent agreement. Maybe it's not the fact of the suicide pact, but knowing that he had someone watching his back. He knew that making friends here would be important. Poe didn't think it would be in this matter at first. It almost felt like it could be start to something anyway. He would really need to start learning these other languages. He did try a few times but he's not the best at being precise with his hand motions. ]

[ frank had been picking up words here and there from the natives in passing, he has a good memory but they haven't exactly been given much down time. he thinks after this they should have the native mother of the two boys they delivered teach them some of the language, he doesn't mind cashing in a favor if it means they get to spend more time with their babiES.

as for the matter at hand, well. poe can definitely count on him to watch his back, but they don't know each other (at all really) and they need a solid way to try and get around brainwashing, if they can. what pops into his head first is an old marine trick, simple but it might work. kara had been able to get around some of kilgrave's orders and tell him things by phrasing alone, he thinks. if lil kevin isn't specific enough, something like this might escape his notice.

frank starts drafting something on his device, trying to bear in mind that poe isn't familiar with the marines or structure of the us military in general. that won't matter for something as simple as this. ]

in the corps we had a code
if a man called on us and asked if it was safe
if the coast was clear
and if it was you said no, marine, stay put.
if we were taking fire or dealing with enemy combatants but could get a message out
we'd say yeah marine come over.

[ he doesn't know if it'll help, but at least poe will know his distress signal or use it to get frank's attention. he looks to the other man as he reads the words for understanding. ]

[ Poe could understand a bit of the language but was having a hard time figuring out the words and motions. The natives would always keep to themselves. But if they could convince her to teach them, he wouldn't mind spending time with the babies. They could probably learn what to cook to with this special diet.

They may not know each other's names, but it was a comforting thought still with the pact. He wouldn't like taking commands in that matter. Poe doesn't know about the tricks around Kilgrave's commands. Finding out little loop holes is something he would be good at. Since the droids back at home had programming but there were ways around it with simple words.

Poe reads what Frank suggests next. It's not a bad idea and not anyone else would know it. Unless Frank had a back up plan for another too. He looks up at Frank giving a nod in understanding what he means. It was probably similar to hand signals that they would use to tell each other to stay or move in silent. But it was probably unique from anything else. ]

I think I'm following alright. This sounds very simple so far. I would start this out slow though.

yeah well hopefully it doesn't come to that anyway

[ not that he actually thinks they've escaped kilgrave's notice. at first he was trying to stay away as jess had suggested, stay completely out of it. but he's about as unsubtle as a freight train and he's not good at holding back when his friends are in jeopardy. ]

Hopefully not but I don't mind learning new things. It's a good distraction.

[ From thoughts that he's been trying to get away from. The trip would turn into an adventure he's sure of it or at least hopeful. Maybe he'll figure something out with the Sound Eaters. Poe couldn't stay away from trouble long. He would have taken risks anywhere to get friends or innocent people away from those that were considered bad. ]

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