quietplacelogs | 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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[Rosa looks up from where she's bracing something while Jan hammers, surprised, then breaks into an unabashed smile]

Miss Lu Li! Hi! Can we help you with something?

[What a sweet child??? Lu Li dips her head as if saying "hello" and holds out the basket.]

I HEARD YOU TWO WERE WORKING HARD.

[Her voice is a soft buzz, like a computer whirring.]

I BROUGHT YOU SOME PEACHES.

Oh jeez, that's really nice -- one sec, one sec --

[in deference to Jan, she waits to get up until the shelf has been THOROUGHLY SECURED where it is, then bounces up on her feet, staggering only a little from the sudden shift in weight. woo! headrush. she waits until she's steady before taking the basket]

Thank you? This is really nice.

[Rosa is excitable as always. Now that Lu Li's over her entire monster thing, she's beginning to appreciate her energy. She shakes her head.]

IT'S NOTHING. WE SHOULD EAT THEM BEFORE THEY GO BAD.

[She looks about her, at the work going on.]

WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING, EXACTLY?

We should! Where did you even -- I know they must have them, we was the jarred ones at the party, but -- oh, are they from the garden?

[she's not sure why the sight of something like fruit makes her so excited. maybe it's just the giddiness of the free noisemaking day that's doing it; maybe it's simply it being fresh; a sign of life continuing to grow and move on.]

We're turning this room into a workshop. They wouldn't let us do much in the actual reset room, but it seems like this one's fine -- so we're putting up some shelves and storage and such. This way no one has to get completely frustrated about not being able to build anything without noise, or wait for bad weather.

[The way Rosa bubbles on and on would make her smile if she could. Lu Li patiently waits for her to simmer down without interrupting. She wonders how long it'll be before the next rainfall - before Rosa will be allowed to cheerfully chirp like this for as long as she wanted.]

YES. WE HAD SOME EXTRAS. I DIDN'T WANT TO LET THEM GO TO WASTE.

[Ah. What a practical project. She lets her eye lid halfway.]

THAT'S SMART. YOU'LL HAVE TO BE CAREFUL, THOUGH. WE DON'T WANT THIS PLACE GETTING TOO CROWDED.

We don't, but we do in a way -- I don't really mean I want twenty people squashed in here every day, but...

I thought it might be a good idea to have this at least regularly used, so there's a way to monitor the traffic in and out of it. I don't think people will try to spill over into the reset room itself, though, you kind of have to haul your stuff through the shower to get there and that'll ruin most projects before you've even started.

[she twiddles her fingers a little, then gestures]

Won't you sit? Will you eat with us?

[wait can Lu Li eat, she realizes, a second later. should she have asked that?]

[It isn't a bad plan at all. Though Lu Li thinks it'll still be an issue (especially considering how there's a little tiff going on between Jessica and Kilgrave right now), she tells herself that it's ultimately a good project. It keeps the two girls busy and, if all goes well, it'll benefit the rest of the city.

At the question, Lu Li gives a short and high buzz. A "laugh."]

I'M SORRY. I CAME HERE WITH ULTERIOR MOTIVES.

[Just gonna neatly sidestep that "eating" question. . .]

HOW MANY MATERIALS CAN YOU SPARE?

You're not answering meeeee.

[she sticks her tongue out at Lu Li, but doesn't push it further than that; she doesn't want to discomfit her if she doesn't have to.]

And--a pretty decent amount, I guess? What're you trying to do? Can we help?

[Dodging questions is what Lu Li is best at! She expects the girls to pick up on little details - to make assumptions, essentially. Even though she's just as quick to bristle at others assuming she's solely a robot.

At the question, her eye slides over to what Rosa and Jan have built so far.]

JUST A LITTLE HOME REPAIR PROJECT. I NEED SOME WOOD AND NAILS, IS ALL.

Yeah, go ahead and take what you want. It looks like there's a pretty decent supply -- probably because of how rare it is to be able to build, now that I think about it...

You want some help after we're finished here? It would suck to be half-done when the rain quits!

[Thank goodness. If the girls had said no, Lu Li wouldn't have complained. She'd think of something else to occupy her overactive mind. Being given permission is a small blessing.

She shakes her head.]

OH, DON'T WORRY. IT'S NOTHING BIG.

[She doesn't think the rest of the house would allow her to go that far with her neurosis.]

Okay. I can help you carry it back, at least?

[she's vibrating with helpfulness, maybe a little too much; overexcited by the opportunity to chatter and work without reservations]

[She can tell. It's a miracle her sensors aren't picking up that enthusiasm as free-floating energy. Lu Li knows she shouldn't, but she gives in.]

YOU HAVE A BAD CASE OF CABIN FEVER, I SEE.

We can make noise! Do you know how many things you do when you have energy that make noise so you can't do them here normally? It's been driving me nuts! We need to work some of it off while we have the chance!

[she's half-laughing, but sincere]

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