MOD LOG #1

[bequiet]

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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Comments

[poodlemom]

My touch is yours, anytime, Yuuri. [he'll coo back, so glad to smile and share the tenderness between them. The rain is loud against the roof and windows, heavily falling outside. It creates a world that feels like it's just theirs. For the moment, they're safe, they can't take that for granted.]

But don't you want to make some noise? [his hands travel down Yuuri's back, caressing along the curve of him. He's not dipping any lower than Yuuri's hips, wanting to tickle him some and feel him squirm so close to him.]

[porkbelly]

[He gets that squirming, accompanied by a tiny whine at the back of Yuuri's throat.

It excites him. He feels instantly guilty about feeling that way. Like he shouldn't be experiencing any joy after what he witnessed... that it's somehow selfish of him. Like it's somehow more respectful to just dwell in the negative feelings all day.]

... Victor...

[poodlemom]

[Victor... does not think like that. He's desperate for distraction, to move on from the pain and terror of earlier. Yuuri so easily takes him to another place, the shining center of his universe. He wants to make Yuuri forget about his fear, what better way than exciting him?]

That's a good start. [his legs push back against Yuuri's rubbing all that skin of theirs the whole way up and down. That's in tandem with his hands, which move up the man's back, traveling over each bump of his spine.]

[porkbelly]

We probably shouldn't--

[But his actions don't match his words. It feels too good to have the attention. He loves it when Victor is totally fixated on him, like they're the only two people in the world. The way the other man looks at him gives him a burst of energy. He can't help but rub back, to arch when those hands hit sensitive spots.]

[poodlemom]

I can stop. [Victor offers, leaning up more, nudging his nose under Yuuri's glasses. He plants a kiss high on the man's cheek, chuckling softly against his skin. He's sure to leave them so cutely askew. He's listening, glad to listen, the last thing he wants is Yuuri to shove him away... but judging by the way Yuuri is rubbing against him, that's not what the younger man really wants to do.]

[porkbelly]

What if someone in the house hears?

[An excuse. Given even as his toes curl from the closeness and the intimacy. It feels so nice. Like a warm bath he just wants to let himself slide into and indulge in even though there are more important things he should be doing.]

[poodlemom]

Let them hear. [sorry, Yuuri, that's about the very last thing Victor cared about right now]

[porkbelly]

Victor!

[Had Victor missed that particular type of exclamation of his name? The slightly scandalized one where Yuuri shows he can still be caught off guard by the spirited Russian?]

[poodlemom]

[He did! He absolutely missed the sound of Yuuri squawking in embarrassment. He laughs, wholehearted and not needing to hold back, it feels so good to not hold it in! It's even funnier to see with Yuuri's glasses all crooked]

[porkbelly]

You're shameless.

[It's said in a decidedly fond way. Especially when it's accompanied by a nip to the other's bottom lip and the slightest glint of mischief in his eyes.]

1/2

[poodlemom]

[there's his confidence, sexy, dream man from the banquet. Yuuri could be all smolder and eros when he let himself loose and Victor adored it. He holds in a little swoon, kissing open mouthed back against Yuuri, wanting to slide his tongue into his fiance's mouth and taste him.]

2/2

[poodlemom]

[Not exactly the best choice he's made.]

Blech... did you throw up?

[he did, too, but he rinsed his mouth with good ol' moonshine (not much better a taste, to be fair)]

[porkbelly]

[He gasps, hands going to cup over his mouth as his eyes go wide in horror.]

You can still taste it? Uuugh...

[poodlemom]

Hahaa, yeah, it's gross. [Tactful as ever! He'll at least be helpful enough to offer]

I brought my left over moonshine, you want some? [he'll take gasoline taste over vomit]

[porkbelly]

... yeah, give it to me.

[It's at least safer for him to imbibe with the ability to make noise.]

[poodlemom]

[Victor will kiss Yuuri on the forehead again, before sitting up and tossing the blanket off the two of them. It's much cooler outside their little cocoon of body heat, Victor shivering a little to separate them. Rolling over, he'll grab the duffel bag and pull it closer, unzipping it and pulling the bottle out. It had been tucked in with the new clothes, Victor assuming they might need it to ease their minds tonight. He loosens the cap and hands it over to Yuuri, leaning foreward onto his knees to admire his fiance. Yuuri's getting reach toward, Victor finally fixing his mussed up glasses to be righted on his face again.]

[porkbelly]

[Yuuri takes the bottle, getting a mouthful and swishing it around his mouth. Judging by his wincing he's also not a fan of the taste or the burn it brings, but after a moment or two he'll swallow.]

I don't think I'll be drinking enough of this to even get a buzz.

[poodlemom]

It's pretty potent, that might be enough for you. [Victor didn't have very much and he got sloshed that first night. A swig is enough to take some edge off, though getting drunk took the effort of actually keeping the stuff down. Not throwing up again should be priority... He'll take it back, have a quick swig and close it back up, setting it down if Yuuri doesn't reconsider having more]

[porkbelly]

I guess it's better than just hiding here.

[He sighs, Victor's little interlude having brought him back to the more demure Yuuri for the moment.]

[poodlemom]

I think anybody could use a drink after today. [he'll throw it out there, but not want to talk about it any more than that. They witnessed some disgusting and truly horrifying creatures, far worse than anything they'd experienced in their lives. Best to leave it in the past, not forget, but also not linger. He'll take one more swig of the booze himself before corking it up and setting it back into the bag. Dramatically, he'll flop down on the mattress and grab the pillow, fluffing it behind his head. He gives a lidded look to Yuuri's naked back, admiring and letting that admiration sooth him. Yuuri is here and safe, that's all the comfort he needs.

That and maybe his weight down on him. That's even better.]

Would you get on top of me, Yuuri? I already miss how it feels.

[porkbelly]

[The action makes Yuuri smile fondly. Sometimes he still had to stop and marvel at what a beautiful man he'd ended up with. It didn't matter if it was on the ice or first thing in the morning, Victor always looked like he was a marble statue come to life.

He honors the sweet request, scooting up the other's body and sighing at how good skin felt against skin. One hand of his will find one of Victor's and give it a squeeze.]

Are you sure you don't want to just sleep?

[poodlemom]

No chance, you make me too excited. [absolutely sincere, he's reaching down to wrap his arms around Yuuri's waist, letting his arms hang loosely in the curve of his fiance's lower back. Feeling Yuuri on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress with warmth, is paradise. Nothing would change that, he's fallen in love and only seems to be sinking deeper. Yuuri's little bemused smile brings him so much peace of mind, he can't think of anything else when given that look.]

I don't have to keep quiet about it, either. Why waste time like that on sleep?

[porkbelly]

Mmn. I guess we won't know when we'll have a chance again.

[He leans in to give small, soft kisses to Victor's collarbone.]

What did you want to do? We're kind of limited...

[poodlemom]

Only a little, there's more we can do with hands and mouths than anything else. [no lube was easy enough to work around, they don't need to have penetrative sex to enjoy themselves. Victor's not even sure he would want to, even if they had lube around. It's a lot of hassle to prep when they could be doing other things.

Speak of, his hands are roaming across Yuuri's skin as he's being kissing, humming at the affection. His gropes across Yuuri's back, massaging the tense muscles there with the pads of his finger tips, rubbing in soothing circles. One hand follows the curve of his fiance's spine down, rubbing the end of his tailbone with some curiosity to if Yuuri was sensitive there or not.]

[porkbelly]

[His answer is a low gasp with a 'Victor!' at the end. At least this time it's more happily surprised than scolding.]

At... at least that shouldn't make too much noise.