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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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[Kara's not a moron or a saint. She reads the conversation, eyebrows steadily going up as the conversation gets angrier and angrier. And then to Kara understood. Why would he pit them against each other?

But then... She looks up at Faith, confused.]

He didn't mention my powers around you. There was nothing like that for you to forget.

[well that answers one question. Unless he's wiped Kara's mind too? Faith rolls her eyes, taking the device back.]

He's just screwing with me, then, in any way he can. Making me think I'm the asshole, when it's him.

And yeah, I may be an asshole. But not about this.

[Kara has no idea what to say. Geez this is complicated.]

I don't know why he's doing that, but I'm sorry.

Because he's a prick? [Look at her face right now, Kara. She's having none of it right now.] If by some miracle he's not controlling you right now. Stop helping him. Don't talk to him. Just let him get murdered a million times over and do nothing about it. He doesn't deserve you or your protection.

[well. shoot.]

I can't do that.

[she looks up, meets Faith's eyes. literally, she can't.]

[She smiles, but it's a painful one not at all joyful.] I know you can't. [Of course she did. Just like Jess would know too.]

How strong are you? Do you have any weaknesses? Maybe we can help you? [She may not be able to answer these questions. But she'll ask them all. Just in case she could.]

[Kilgrave had told her to stay undercover, to spy. He'd never said she couldn't talk about herself. Not that she's eager to spill her weaknesses out for anyone to hear, but she feels like she can trust Faith. After everything.]

I have lifted an alien prison into outer space before. I'm not sure how heavy it was, but... it was pretty big.

And I don't think my only weakness is even on this version of Earth. If it was, someone would have probably tried to use it before now, or at least brought it up. Have you ever heard of Kryptonite?

[She can trust Faith. So long as Kilgrave doesn't get her again. Or Faith doesn't fall back into bad habits. The first one is more likely. She'd worked so hard to redeem herself, she is about to let it all go in an instant.]

[Her eyes go wide. She'd never even heard of anything or anyone that strong. Maybe Willow could do a spell or something similarly spectacular. But brute strength like that, she's got no direct comparison.] No. I've never heard of it. [Which is discouraging. Not hopeless. But not all that helpful either.] What does it look like?

[to hell with it, right?]

It's rock but bright green. When my planet exploded, debris and the poison bits that made it explode in the first place landed all over Earth. According to my friend, multiple Kryptons in multiple dimensions have exploded, showering multiple Earths with Kryptonite, but where I'm from, the government has collected most of it.

Not sure where it would be here, if anywhere. But it can... seriously hurt me.

[Faith's brow is furrowed so hard right now. Kara is an alien. And her planet exploded. And her planet is poison to her. Give her a moment. it's a lot to take in.] I'll keep an eye out for it here. And, you know, maybe don't tell anyone else. Just in case? I made the mistake of telling too much to kilgrave before I knew what he was, after all. Maybe a lot of hidden dicks around here...

[Kara's got no reason to trust her, but who else might she tell that might use it against her in a way that wasn't to help? Yeah, maybe Faith is kind of irritated by her, but she still ultimately had her back.]

Don't worry, I won't.

[the next part is meant to lighten the mood, somehow. she offers Faith a small smile.]

Besides, I'm pretty sure I could take you.

[Faith's eyes narrow a bit in a way she can't quite help. She doesn't know just how strong Kara is, but knows she's probably right. But that doesn't mean Faith enjoys her pointing it out!] Maybe. But not if I have this kryptonite stuff... kind of the point, right?

[Kara nods in acquiescence.]

You've got me there. I mean, I could hold out for AWHILE,
but not forever. Depending on how you use it.

How I use it? What do you mean? [Why is she even having this conversation? As Kara can probably tell from her expression, she's not exactly eager to know how to potentially murder her. But, she's still asking anyway. Because she does want to help.]

[Kara gives Faith a Look. Like, c'mon. If she listed every way Kryptonite had been used against her, they'd be here for a week.]

Let's just say I have very creative enemies who have figured out how to take glowing green rock and melt it down to make just SO many super fun weapons to use against me.

Apparently no one's going the old fashioned route and just bludgeoning you with a rock cave man style? Nobody respects the classics...

[Ha! Ha. heh. ugh.]

[Yeah, she's not gonna lighten the mood right now. Faith's not sure why she tried. She looks away a moment, frowning now.]

I'm sorry I can't help you now. [She's being real about that. No more jokes.] If he makes you do anything more to me. Take me back. Kill me. Whatever. Just know I don't blame you at all. It's all on him.

Thank Rao they haven't. I'll take weird Kryptonite lasers any day.

[Kara pauses, reading Faith's next message, and then shakes her head, horrified at the thought.]

I don't want to hurt you. He wanted me to make sure you were OKAY, so maybe I won't have to. I'm sorry; I wish I could guarantee it.

[What the fuck is a Rao? Whatever- not important. Faith is more focused on the other part of their conversation than trying to figure out irrelevant shit.]

I know you can't. I was lucky. Everyone was able to stop me. [He jaw works a moment, thinking back to how hard she's tried to break free, how close she'd been to murdering someone in that room when Frank, Poe, Jessica, and Rey had kept her there. And if she'd actually been able to do it? If she'd killed someone? What then?

She rather not think about that, but it haunts her dreams anyway, mixed in with the lives she'd already taken in reality.]

[Kara nods along with the message, then looks up at Faith, at how tense she is.

she reaches out, carefully, cupping her hand on Faith's forearm, above the wounds from the zip ties, and squeezes comfortingly.]

None of that was your fault either, you know.

[Kara's touch isn't nearly as comforting as she probably hopes it will be. It's nothing against her directly. It's the circumstances. Not that Faith has ever been particularly touchy-feely. Faith's tension rises even higher, muscles tense like a bowstring about to snap. She doesn't think Kara's going to do anything to her just yet, but the possibility is there, ever present.]

probably could have done more to stop him from getting me. didn't listen to jessica when she warned me.

[ Kara's quick to let Faith go once she feels her tense. She inclines her head in a sorry with a shrug, and then gestures to the device. ]

Even if you had, from the sound of things, he could have walked up to you and made you forget anything she said. You can't blame yourself for this.

Sure. Won't stop it feeling like my fault. Same as I'm sure it feels for you. just the way it goes. [This is their punishment for giving a damn, Kara.]

[ Kara's mouth twists in a grimace, shrugging her shoulder in acknowledgement. What else is she supposed to say. Instead, she turns to walk next to Faith for awhile in companionable silence. She's still got awhile before she has to check in with Kilgrave again. ]

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