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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



clarius: (124. ❀ CAUGHT.)

lorem laurel; original character ; open.

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-02 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)

i; packing up and moving out.

[ during travel, lore is going to be struggling to carrying her bag of sand. she's never had to do so much physical labour before - she’s always had someone to help her with it. from laura to hitch, someone had been willing to pick up the weight. quite literally. now? not so much since everyone has to pull their own weight and the last thing she wants to do is admit weakness and ask for help.

no matter how much as she wants to ask for help. its obvious in the way her face is red and she struggles to not make a noise that she's not having an easy time to dragging this, plus her supplies, during her destination. but she's determined to stay strong n o matter how illogical it is to keep self-martrying herself like this. in fact there’s a good chance lorem will attempt to insist that she be given something else in order to help out the group. please stop her from breaking her own back…!

thankfully, when they rest, lorem will be more sensible about what she can and cannot do. besides patching up clothes that have gotten torn or ripped during travel. attempting to entertain the others with stories of her home and her adventures on the lornful light. going as far to try and 'cook' by combining breads and herbs she's found during their hike. there's also a good chance of her attempting to tell someone about what she's read so far during their travels - graffiti and signs about the end of the world, the pressing need for silence. whatever happened, her expression troubled as she types down the messages she made sure to memorise. ]


ii; n o p e.

[ the sight of the eiffel tower is a shock to lorem - she knew where they were going thanks to the directions and the sights they passed but seeing it, crumbled and decayed as it is, sends a wave of emotion - shock-awe-horror-sorrow- over her. the barrage of feelings and thoughts are so sudden, so strong that it almost has her falling to her knees. she's never seen it before where she's from. not with how the ruining came and took the city, dragging the poor citizens who couldn't escape in time with it like her grandmother. she may end up needing to latch onto someone to keep herself from falling over, her grip unfortunately tight and her face pale as snow while she looks up at the landmark with a faraway look in her eyes.

the revelation about the sound eaters soon after this does not help matters. this is not what she thought would happen when she joined. this is not what she thought they'll find when coming here she manages to stay calm this time, no hysterical outburst from her, but there's a price for it. the stress of the last few weeks, the physical toll of the hike, and other factors that happened before this... it causes lorem's stress fever to kick in and it kicks in hard. it isn't long before she's unable to stand up by herself, cheeks stained a fevered red while sweat rolls down her face and neck. she struggles to keep up with the others in the attempt to get away from the sound eaters but its clear she's lagging behind, her pace sluggish and slow with her expression twisted in frustration and embarrassment because she knows she's being a liability and she hates it. keep moving-! ]


iii; it's raining, it's pouring. (cw: disturbing imagery)

[ perhaps its not the best for lorem, who's only just getting out of the worst stages of her stress fevers, to be out and about in the rain. but learning these are the few times they're allowed to make noise is a delight to her. there's no way she's going to miss this out because of... of a lot of things.

out in the rain, by the fountain, lorem decides the best way to past the time is to sing some songs from home. her voice sweet and certain while she sings. perhaps due to the certainty of her singing, or the fact she's singing at all, lorem finds herself attracting a certain audience: the children of the town, drifting closer to the spot by the fountain to hear what she has to say. or, in this case, sing.

which is a surprise. given how... unnerving the lyrics of her songs are. get close enough and one is able to hear what she's entertaining the children with: ]


Better to weave the rope,
Than hold onto false hope.

Better by your hand,
Before the darkness can.

By bullet, poison, and no air,
Those are the kinder ways to get there.


[ morbid stuff but judging by the way she sings it and how simplistic they are, the songs seem to be nursery rhymes.

at least the kids seem to be enjoying the songs. if their echoing of the lyrics and copying of lore's gestures are anything to go by. with how quick they are to warm up to lorem's friendly nature and encouragement, some feeling bold enough to play with her hair as they climb unto her lap or mimicking her expressions during the singalong, it looks like the young woman has managed to charm some townsfolk. ]


v; soothing for the soul. (closed for kylo.).

[ ... and perhaps because of her bonding with the children, or she went about bonding with them, one of the townsfolk thought she and someone else would be worthy enough to know something special.

its how she finds herself staring the radio equipment and picking at it its materials, her eyes narrowed in thought while she reaches over to shift through the equipment to figure out what goes where. she's fairly confident of what part is which - this is pretty close to the type of technology she could find back home in dust tumbles. it never hurts to ask for a second opinion though.

after she pulls out a cord of some sort and looks over to her partner's side, lore raises it up for him to get a better look at it to see what he has to say. raised as if to quietly ask him if he has an idea of how to go about this.]


vi; wildcard!!!

[ want to do something else? use this prompt or hit me up via my hmd or my plurk, prognostic, if you want to plot specifics! ]


born2b: (dissonant serenity)

nope - eiffel tower

[personal profile] born2b 2018-02-02 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[By contrast, the crumbled sight of the Eiffel Tower isn't terribly shocking for 2B; human civilisation had been devastated thousands of years before her time. Seeing human civilisation intact had been the bigger surprise for her.

When Lorem grabs on to her, 2B turns. The distress is clear on Lorem's face and actions. What can she do? She's never been good with comforting others. Awkward, 2B places her hand on Lorem's back, an attempt to try and soothe her, while placing the other on Lorem's shoulder to steady her.]
clarius: (122. ❀ DEAD HEARTS.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-02 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lorem's face is red from embarrassment when she manages to pull herself out from the mess of emotions she's feeling right now, the touch causing her to jolt in shock. she needs to cover her mouth to keep a squeak from coming out, not wanting to draw any attention to their group.

she flashes 2b a grateful look after lorem allows herself to calm down, her smile hesitant yet full of gratefulness for the attempt to comfort her. it was enough to, at least, pull her out of her panicking state, making her remember there are others around her.

but she's still shaking as she gestures to her device, silently asking for permission to 'speak' with 2b. ]
born2b: (it's fine i'm fine you're fine)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-02-03 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's what she would do for someone like Operator 6O if she was upset. It's something that she would like to do for someone like 9S (but she can't, even though there are no orders here, the guilt burns in the back of her mind).

At least she can help, while she's here on borrowed time.

2B nods, stepping back to return Lorem her personal space and granting permission to speak at the same time. Of course.

2B herself hasn't needed the device to 'speak' after she met with 6O; she had helped 2B download the sign language from the devices into her language settings. But humans don't have that advantage.]
clarius: (114. ❀ WE SINK.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-04 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lorem is forever grateful that 2b seems to understand lorem's need for personal space after that freakout. she makes a little reminder to herself to sew her something - a blanket? a shirt...? she'll figure that out later.

right now, she's more focused on pulling out her device and typing out a message: ]


Thank you and I'm sorry about that outburst. [ understatement of the year but she feels likes, for some reason, she needs to make that clear. ] I hope I wasn't interrupting you with whatever you were doing before I just grabbed you like that. I'm sorry.

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[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ frank had been currying favor with the chilluns himself, playing with them in the rain and generally making a fool of himself. he couldn't care less about it either, not when they're so happy. not when he's one of the singular reasons that two of them are alive after that horror show out in the woods.

so when he sees a woman with children gathered around, he has to check it out, creeping closer to her with his newly acquired combat boots and a heavy hoodie on over his navy jumpsuit. he listens to her sing with an idle smile on his face, tiny but noticeable, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. it's only after he's been tuning in for a minute that he starts to understand the lyrics. his face starts to fall, eyebrows knitting together at the familiar picture she paints with the words.

he wants to be indignant but he can't, and he can't bring himself to pull the children away when they're having a good time. it isn't like ring around the rosy isn't morbid af and these kids are already fucked as much as he hates to think about it. he hangs his head and listens in silence, getting soaked but not seeming to care. ]
clarius: (039. ❀ THE LOUVRE.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-05 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it happens to be one of the liluns who spots frank from where he stands, seeing his figure from the corner of their eye during their fooling about with lorem. their face twists in surprise at the new presence and, since they're in lorem's lap, are quick to press their head against the crook of her neck; a sudden bout of stagefright now stops them singing along now that the pressing need to hide overrides that.

the suddenness of the child's actions is enough to startle lorem. the singing stops - to the dismay of the other kids, if the 'awwws' they make is anything to go by - as she tries to address them, asking in a soft voice what's wrong before she happens to look a certain way and oh. there's the possible reason.

much as she wants to kick herself for not realising someone else was nearby, she tells herself that there's no reason for her to be anxious. surprised? of course who wouldn't be. anxious? no. they're okay. they're in town. they're safe in a sense. they're okay, really. she tries to prove that by raising her voice loud enough to be heard over the rain and the children who are singing the song by themselves now. ]


Um... Hello? Hi? [ she flashes him a flustered but hopefully welcoming smile if he ever looks at her direction. ] Ah- I'm sorry for not seeing you there for a second. I got a little distracted with my friends here.
oorah: (☠︎034)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-06 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ frank didn't expect her to stop when he'd wandered over and he at least makes an effort of looking decently abashed by the attention. mostly because he hates the focus being on him, you know, ever. his gaze softens when the children look at him, the ones he hasn't interacted with yet always lingering too long on the bruising cutting out his face and making it look harder than it would otherwise. he's good at pretending to be friendly, even being built like a brick shithouse, but with kids it's not really pretending. and this girl seems well-meaning enough, despite her creepy nursery rhymes.

he just shakes his head to dismiss her apology, though he knows he can speak now. he's never been much for extraneous words so at least that aspect of this place suits him well. it's everything else that's throwing him for a loop and then some. frank takes a halting step forward in the rain with heavy combat boots though they're soundless save for the squish of mud beneath his feet. frank glances to the left before settling his gaze on her face even while blinking water out of his eyes, hood drawn up tight around his multicolored face -- bruises in different stages of healing making him appear just a little surreal. ]
You don't have to stop on my account. [ frank's voice is soft and gruff by default, carrying under the sound of the rain on those merits alone. ]
clarius: (121. ❀ PERFECT PLACES.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ lorem tries to subtly lean forward even when she has one of the children settled on her nap, eyes narrowing a bit to get a better look at the man in front of her and-

oh.

okay.

... to be fair... his appearance isn't the most startling one she's seen if she had to compare this with what she's seen on the lornful light. one too many times she's entered the medbay for an assisted inventory check to find lune's optics missing (ripped out, by either himself or by someone) or to see that jigsaw is in literal pieces again.

but for a human - it is enough to have her look alarm and worried. even at the worsts of times, people like private dan, never got hurt that badly. the urge to ask if he's alright has to be squashed down and kept to herself. not wanting to cause a fuss since he isn't pointing it out and there's no really need to alarm the children. who happen to be impatiently waiting for her attention to return to them. ]


... I suppose you're right, sir. I shouldn't keep them waiting.

[ one of them, the boy who noticed frank, pipes up despite the muffled, still-in-hiding-voice, do you know anymore songs?

she almost didn't hear him over the rain. almost. ]


I do! I wouldn't have been a very good songmistress in school if I didn't know them by heart. Do you want to hear those too?

[ the kids cannot nod their heads fast enough.

thankfully, the next song isn’t as morbid. while there’s a certain melancholy in the way she sings it, the imagery isn't gruesome compared to the first one. ]


Scatter, scatter
Petals in the breeze
Oh my love,
Wait for me.

Scatter, scatter,
Kisses in the air.
When you march away,
I'll send my love there.


[ this song seems to come with its own specific set of hand gestures and motions, her hands fanning out as if tossing something into the air. it's something the children are happy to mimic while they sing along, the lyrics’ easy enough for them to pick up on. ]

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iii

[personal profile] steal 2018-02-03 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey observes and listens, not really all that bothered by the words in the song. She's heard plenty of worse things growing up on Jakku, but that doesn't stop her from being curious about these particular songs. She watches the children interact with the other woman and finds herself wishing she were soft and interesting enough for anyone to feel that comfortable with her.

Once the children scatter and the woman is left alone, Rey moves in.
]

Those songs. Where did you learn them?
clarius: (012. ❀ HEY GIRL.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-05 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lorem looks up at the new face and smiles at her. the smile is accompanied with a friendly wave because it never hurts to try and get on the right foot with anyone.

the answer comes easy enough now that the children have wandered off to play somewhere else or have been picked up by their guardian before the risk of cold really sinks in. ( if any of the guardians had given lorem any looks, long and meaningful, both parties silently agreed to not address just yet. ) ]


My hometown, Dust Tumbles. We used to sing it, along with other songs, during playtime. It was one of the ways we entertained ourselves if we were done with our courses for the day. [ there wasn't much to do in a small town that was best known for its flowers and for being a shell of its former self. ] I like the Scattering Song better, admittedly. Its more challenging to sing. More fun.
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[personal profile] steal 2018-02-08 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey tries to imagine a life like that, with classes and playtime and songs to be sung. The thought of it makes her smile a little, though it fades quickly when she tries to get around awkwardly asking more. It's a fine line to appear interested, but not so much that you seem completely clueless and inept.]

What makes it challenging?

[There's a pause, and she risks sounding strange to ask,]

Can you sing it?
clarius: (106. ❀ BREATH OF LIFE.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-08 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I could in theory. The reason why it's difficult is because it happens to be a round robin.

[ -oh. that's right. wouldn't know what a round robin because that is a strange term to just throw out there.

she needs a second to try and explain herself but having spend the last six years having to explain a lot of concepts to the lornful light crew has made her adept to that. at least she no longer needs to explain her need for oxygen. ]


It's a type of song meant to have several participants. With specific roles for specific types of singers. I can try to sing it but it might sound a little weird to do the entire thing by myself. I'm sorry in advance.

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imitationsoul: (I could not forget your name)

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[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-02-03 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ An 18 year old girl has found her place among the children, listening intently alongside them. Better by your hand, before the darkness can. Now that's some lyrics she can get behind. In her world, nobody would sing such morbid songs, so there is something that she finds relaxing about simply listening for a bit.

When Lorem is done, she speaks up. ]


That's a very fitting song for this world.
clarius: (067. ❀ SNOWTIME.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-05 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lore blinks up in surprise, searching out for the source of that voice and looking puzzled when she finds her.

okay- wow. the stress fever she's still recovering from must have really did a number on her spatial awareness. how come she didn’t notice her with the kids before…? ah, well... that’s a question for another time.

right now, lorem is too busy ducking her head. out of habit, really. ]
I think this is a song that's fitting for anywhere and everywhere, really.
imitationsoul: (The end will come quickly)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-02-08 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I am inclined to agree.

[ Miach nods in earnest, pleasantly surprised by the answer, and steps closer for ease of further conversation.]

Though I imagine a lot of people would deny the existence of any such darkness in the places they are from.
clarius: (101. ❀ POLAROID.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-10 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
In my experience anyone who should know better, yet insists otherwise, usually falls under one of three types. Only one of them I’m willing to show… [ she pauses, trying to think of a polite word. there are children around them after all. ]

... patience with. [ there we go. ] I don't think it's right to deny such a thing. It makes things worse.

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v;

[personal profile] warfares 2018-02-04 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
clarius: (021. ❀ ROSES.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-05 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
We used to have these sort of instruments back where I'm from on Earth. Part of a radio station. Complete with news and call-ins.

[ it had been pure luck - and her father's name - that allowed lorem and her friends to get access to the old radio equipment when the team for the station decided to move away from dust tumbles. head to literally greener pastures by going towards applegrove.

it was only because of leeds' talent in machinery and his willingness to share it with her that she has any knowledge of how this should work. ]


It should be up in a bit- Do you have any particular genre you're hoping to hear when this is up and running?
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[personal profile] warfares 2018-02-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm familiar with the principle, [ and little else, honestly.

The technology of Earth was far beyond anything he had as a point of reference, and he's not really the kind of guy that spends much time listening to recreational talk shows. Not when there were planets to subdue, rebellions to crush.

He lifts a shoulder, ]
I have no particular preference. The people here might prefer something, [ he drags his tongue across his teeth, ]uplifting.
clarius: (031. ❀ ANGELA.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-19 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ uplifting? the more she thinks about, the more she agrees with it. it would be a good thing for the group and for the townsfolk who needed a pick me up after what they've been through.

she makes a thoughtful hum in reply, nodding to show she was listening. she begins to look through a selection of cds that had been left behind, trying to read the faded text to figure out what's there. ]


I think there's something like that here. Hmm... How about this one?

[ she selects a disc and, after some fiddling and maybe a 'thwack!' or two to the device, she gets it to start playing. ]

Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal...


[ she's unable to hold back the hiss of pain that comes out of her, hand reaching out to grab her chest as if that's where she's hurting.

not that song. definitely not that song.

she quickly selects another song, slamming the skip button until something else is playing. ]
beguiledcard: (mask of steel)

i

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-02-04 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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? ]
clarius: (069. ❀ W.D.Y.W.F.M.?)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-05 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ she definitely stops before she even has a chance of bumping into him. keeping her eyes glued to the path at all times, she's quick in coming to a halt when she spots someone standing still further down the trail.

her expression immediately turns from confused to sheepish upon following his line of vision. oh. oh. was she that obvious?

much as she wants to keep pulling her weight for the trip, she knows any fumble from her could spell trouble for the others. with a nod and a look that expresses both gratitude and apology, lorem heads closer to him so she can place her bag of sand on top of his.

with her arms free from the load, it gives her the chance to reach for her and device and type a message for him: ]


Thank you and I'm sorry. I promise to pay you back somehow.
beguiledcard: (startin' something like he thinks)

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-02-10 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ The smile he gives her is reassuring as she sends that message. Even if his clothes are entirely different from how they were, back when they met, she'll likely remember him from the other day...

Just as it was back then, there's absolutely no judgment from him. He's just glad to help, and it isn't just a matter of believing she's going to fumble... Though he'd prefer nobody get hurt in any way?

Ah... he'd, at the very least, try signing something back to her, but he's resigned to simply gesturing with his head -- he's going to continue walking, and he'll gladly walk with her!

Fortunately it isn't too much longer before they hit their first rest, and he'll be giving a nice long stretch once he's able to put everything down. Phew.

But, after that, he turns towards her. He pauses for just a second, and then slowly signs: ]


How are you feeling?

[ He's trying to get practice in where he can, but he'll gladly grab his device. If she seems confused, he'll immediately send the message that way. ]
clarius: (130. ❀ STARS.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-02-16 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's grateful that he's willing to walk with her, feeling comforted and relieved that someone else is by her side during the trek towards their first rest stop.

now that she's no longer focused on just keeping herself from falling over and getting everyone killed, she has time to get a better look at the helpful young man. she rubs the sweat out of her eyes so her vision isn't marred and... oh! she does remember him. that helps her relax even more, recalling how friendly he had been during their conversation.

the fact he knew about his abilities and took it in stride helps.

after they get to their stop and they've settled their things down, lorem sees the movement of his hands and begins to look intrigued. she's been studying a bit of sign herself. some of the townsfolk she's been helping with their clothes with had kindly offered lessons in payment of her work. it'll be nice to use them in a real conversation.

she flashes an apologetic smile as she slowly, slowly signs back a reply: ]


Fine. Tired. Feel like fainting but could be worse.

[ at least she's being honest. there's no way she can say nothing is wrong when her face is still red despite getting a chance to finally catch her breath. ]

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