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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NAVIGATION

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(yeah like ten people have offered to carry his shit but DOESN'T HE WANT TO MEET SUPERGIRL???)

[Kara's in the supersuit, and even though she's not a stranger here, she weirdly feels like one now. She looks different, holds herself differently, but - when she passes her (old?) house and sees Mike's sign, she can't help but double back and mess with him, just a little bit. She hopes he'll get a kick out of this.

She heads around to the back of the house and then soars up on top and over, landing in front of Mike with his sign and his dinosaur, cape fluttering behind her and her hands on her hips.

Sure there's no glasses, but aside from that, she just holds herself differently, talks more confidently; she's Supergirl.

She points to the sign, taps at her phone to make sure she's logged into the right username (Supergirl) and then types out:]

Need a hand?

[ Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's--

Mike's jaw drops. Was that...? No, it couldn't be... But then it made sense after she defended capes in their first conversation.

He's completely forgotten about the sand, too caught up in her entrance and reveal of her true identity, still gawking as she lands. He almost drops his device in his haste to type her a message. This is a big moment for him - meeting an official superhero. ]

YOU'RE SUPERGIRL???!!!!

[ Sorry he's excited and probably won't stop using capital letters until he calms down. ]

[Kara grins at him, bright and heroic. his face; it's adorable.]

The one and only!

[on... on her dimension, at least.]

[ What he almost asks her: why didn't you tell me sooner?

What he asks her instead: ]

CAN I HAVE A RIDE?

[ Not really the right time, Mike... There's an important journey they need to go on. ]

[ha ha Mike what are you talking about? you have no idea who this is. shhh.]

Piggyback or carried up front? Either way is pretty fun!

[ Kara you could have at least worn a wig to look more different. ]

PIGGYBACK

[ That sounds the least embarrassing. Also, remember your manners, Michael... ]

PLEASE :)

[he's adorable. the exact distraction she needs.]

Climb up and make sure you hold on!

[she turns, putting her back to him, and kneels down on one knee. sure, he'll hold the cape down, but she's better at flying now. hopefully she won't crash in a stack of hay. um, again. it'll be fine!]

[ Mike does wonder how this will work when he'll be against her cape, but he trusts her, climbing onto her back. He loops his arms loosely around her neck, giving her the thumbs up when he's ready. ]

[Kara tucks her device away and then pushes off the ground, soaring up into the air. she flies over Reims for a bit, fists pointed out in front of her. is she hamming up the superhero-ness of it all? Maybe a little bit.

once they reach the fountain, she looks over her shoulder at Mike and then grabs hold of his arms, just as an extra precaution, before diving down and looping around, somersaulting in the air before straightening back out, a huge smile on her face.]

[ Mike remembers the last time he "flew" with Eleven's help back home and that had been terrifying, mostly because he'd jumped off a cliff moments beforehand and he had nothing to hold on to. This time he's holding on to Supergirl. He feels awesome right now. All he wants to do is whoop but he can't, biting his smiling lips from making noise, holding back a holy shit when Kara somersaults in the air. ]

[ Kara's grinning from ear to ear and she shoots forward, a sudden burst of speed, and flies faster and higher, arcing up in the sky enough so that they can see most of the town from where they are. She floats there, then, upright, with one hand curled under Mike's left knee to help him balance. with her other hand, she fiddles with her device, typing out: ]

Brave enough to look down?

[ if he is, even with the rubble, he'll see a gorgeous sight. Everything looks better half a mile in the air. ]

[ Wow Kara, way to show off by typing and flying at the same time...

Mike nods at her question, except it definitely takes him a moment to actually do it - they are pretty high in the air, but once he looks down, it's totally worth it. For such a creepy place, it looks pretty from above. He wishes his friends could see this. He can't wait to tell them about it, except only Eleven would probably believe him. ]

[ Kara watches him over her shoulder, what of him she can see, and she lights up when he looks down and grins. It's pretty cool!

Still, they really should get ready for the trip. She doesn't want anyone to be looking for Mike and not able to find him. She holds onto him with both hands and starts descending, flying down slower than they went going up. She floats them down to the front of house nine and kneels to let him slide off her back. ]

You know, you never did answer my question if you needed any help carrying anything. :)

[ He wishes the flight didn't have to end, but eventually he slides off her back, looking the happiest he's ever looked in this place. ]

That. Was. AWESOME. I can't wait to tell my friends about this. Can I tell my friends about this???

[ Oh yeah - the trip. Mike forgot about that... Superheroes could be so distracting! He nods with enthusiasm at her question. Help from Supergirl? Hell yes. ] Just with my sand. Thanks.

You got it! And feel free to tell your friends too. I'm here to keep everyone safe! The more people know that, the better. ;)

[ she grabs up all of his sand into one hand like it's feathers and grins at Mike. ]

Ready?

[ Mike nods. Then he thinks of something... ]

You'll protect everyone from Kilgrave?

[Kara freezes, just for a second, reading and rereading Mike's message. That's what she wants. She wants to protect Kilgrave, and she wants to protect everyone from him. She doesn't want anything bad to happen to anyone. So, being under his control or not, it's not lying to nod and say -]

Of course! I'm here to keep everyone safe.

[is it?]

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