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quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
bequiet) wrote in 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.
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He was currently focused on the trip and on the task the native humans had give him, even if writing a story felt like a poor use of his skills. Of course he complained impotently in sign and body language, but they insisted it was an important task, and 9S relented.
He's just turning around when 2B stops in front of him, and his jaw drops at the sight of her. For a moment, he doesn't believe it, but it really is her. 2B's name spills from his lips, and their only saving grace is that he'd already turned his vocals off as a precautionary measure.
He stumbles, bringing his hands up to rapidly sign.
2B! You made it!
The words may be silent, but the excitement and affection laced through them is obvious.
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...Of course he has; their yearning is the same.
But he belongs back in the world of the living, he belongs back in their Earth. (But what's left for him there? The Bunker is gone.) Her expression -- visible for once -- softens, complicated emotions flitting across her face. A small moment of hesitation, before she swiftly signs back, movements deft and nimble.
Yes. So did you.
She thought he'd be angry, upset, that she had forced him away. The last time she'd seen him, shock was all over his face. She wished... that the words she had held back all those years could reach him. But now that she has the chance to say them, they remain caught in her throat, unable to break free.
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Ah. He doesn't know what else to say.
I'm glad to see you here... It wouldn't be the same working without you. We make a good team!
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She can't quite figure it out.
A pause before she signs back. That's right.
But it's only temporary, until a path back to Earth can be found. She can't return, after all. Is it selfish of her to want him to stay by her side?
Where are you assigned?
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A pause, and then he follows up.
What about you, 2B?
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I clean. There's a pause, before she adds to her original comment. It's unfamiliar work, but there's always plenty to do.
While it's not what she was made to do, it's not an unsatisfactory occupation. 9S would probably hate it. In contrast, it's almost meditative for her. Something to keep her moving without requiring much thought in the process.
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Man, that must be sooo boring. If you ever want to team-up with me for a change of pace, I don't mind the extra help!
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This is the role assigned to me by the humans. Whether it's boring or not is irrelevant.
What she wants is also irrelevant.
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O-of course! Every job is worthwhile if the humans need it done. I'm just grateful for the chance to interact with them face-to-face myself.
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Agreed.
Of course it would be something 9S paid more attention to; that has always been one of his areas of interest. 2B feels humbled by the opportunity to interact with humans, but she doesn't feel any particular attachment to them.
Even though she refused 9S' offer to join the guard, she can't help but sign, If you need backup, contact me.
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9S doesn't realize it until he catches 2B's signing out of the corner of his vision, but he was looking down at his feet. He raises his head quickly, out of respect and to feign attention.
Right! Of course... Well, considering how the Sound Eaters seem to operate, it's probably better if I don't.
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9-S.
She signs the characters of his name slowly, disapproval radiating from her.
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What I meant is... If they're as fast as the humans say they are, it's unlikely I'll even have time to contact you.
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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.
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2B's concern is kind of endearing. She should know him better than that! It's not like he goes looking for trouble.
Don't worry, 2B. I know the Bunker can't repair us here, and I don't have any intention of testing out the reset room's validity.
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See that you don't.
Test the reset room's validity. She's not one to really worry that much, but this world is still filled with so many unknowns. Earth had many unknowns, but there were certainties about their life there.
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9S signs and then stretches his arms out, before settling 2B with an initially neutral expression.
I've got a task to complete before tonight for the humans, so I'm going to start working on that now. Let's reconvene during the camping activities.
Of course he ends up smiling again.
You know, it's a human custom to watch the sun set in pairs. I want to try it!
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She shouldn't... but the sight of his smiling face...
She struggles to keep her response steady and unhurried. Alright.
She doesn't say where she'll be; 9S is a Scanner. He can find her easily enough. So with a nod, she turns to walk away.
2B isn't particularly social at the best of times and when much of camping is centred around food, 2B feels particularly unmotivated to try. It's food she doesn't feel right in taking, after all. Supplies are limited. Humans need it more. She can be found at the outskirts of camp, far enough to dissuade conversation, but near enough to be found by someone looking for her.
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He could have written about anything else, so why take such a risk? Maybe... There was a small part of him that wanted her to know, but that could never be. He was happy to just be able to spend the time he had with her.
2B was just where he expected her to be. Right on the outskirts, away from everyone else, but close enough for him to find her.
Hey, 2B.
He signs with a mellow smile. It had been hard to tear himself away from the humans and their strange campfire culture, but seeing the sun set with 2B was far more important.
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9S.
It's reflex to fold her hands on her lap, but then there's little point to that when she must use her hands to communicate with him. Of course she waited for him.
She has a little curiosity, however.
What was the task the humans required of you?
Now that he has seemingly completed his task, he has time to answer.
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9S brushes the question aside as he takes a seat next to 2B. He draws is knees up to his chest and warps his arms over them, leaning forward to get a better look at her face.
It looks like they were assigning tasks to some other people too.
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I see.
She turns her gaze skywards. The sun is only beginning to sink, painting the sky with vivid oranges.
Did the records say why humans watched the sunset in pairs?
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Not really. As far as I can tell, it's completely random.