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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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You're kidding me...

[Jan sags a little against her cabinet, still helplessly amused. the fact that Kara is willing to be in on the joke makes it better. she'll think about the pragmatic applications of Kara's power in just a moment -- a few things jump to mind immediately -- but for now, the situation just feels silly, something oddly light and happy during the midst of all this horror.]

Now I miss hot dogs. If we find a secret underground cache, we HAVE to have a cookout.

Consider it done! [ Kara's happy to go along with it. It's always great to use her powers for good - simple things, like making life easier or more entertaining for her friends, not just saving-the-world good. ]

[any good hot dogs will probably be long spoiled by now, even in a cryogenically sealed underground bunker... oh, well. maybe they can roast vegetables. it's not like everyone's not getting tired of 40 kinds of canned pickles by now.]

Actually, there's something you can help me with right now, too. You can just heat stuff up? You don't need to weld it, do you?

[she gestures to the filing cabinet. it looks as dull and grey and unprepossessing as ever.]

I was trying to figure out how to get the paint off of this. If we could take it outside and melt it off, that'd be perfect.

[Kara eyes the filing cabinet, giving it a good once-over, and then she nods.]

Yeah... yeah, I could do that. [she can probably do that. She's cut people's hair with her eyes before, so this should be a piece of cake, right? She'll just... go gentle on it...

Lifting it isn't a problem. she holds the filing cabinet up in a bear hug and walks it out of the rooms, setting it down quietly just outside the doorway. she has no idea if melty old paint will smell super terrible or just regular terrible (but she's betting on super terrible), so she takes a few deep breaths in before she gets started.

then she's off, narrowing her eyes, the heat not nearly as intense as it can be, twin little lasers shooting out and just heating up the outside of the cabinet, slowly but surely, until dull paint begins to drip. hey, it's working! cool!]

[Jan's laughing again, but it's just in honest appreciation of the fact that this is really neat. actual superpowers -- she never thought she would've seen something like that in her lifetime, but it turns out the world is way stranger than she ever knew.]

Jesus! Look at it go! This is way easier than building a fire.

[she leans a little closer to the filing cabinet, careful of the heat but not afraid of it. she's used to more traditional welding, after all.]

You know anyone who could use a smoker? That's what I'm planning for this thing. You can make some pretty good jerky in one of these if you use the drawers for shelves.

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[Kara stops for a moment, a good chunk of the paint gone from the bottom third of the cabinet.]

I... have no idea, but that sounds like a really good idea! Oh! Maybe that one lady who made the bread when we first got here. Phill...ippa? [she hopes she's remembering that native's name right.]

They don't raise a lot of meat around here, but you can smoke vegetables... maybe I'll ask.

[Jan stretched, feeling the bones in her neck pop with the release of tension. come to think of it, that was another thing she was a bit wary about doing when it wasn't raining. who knew when cracking your knuckles would bring the Sound Eaters down on you?

maybe she had been focusing a little too hard.]

Your laser eyes don't hurt or anything, right?

[Kara had been about to go back to work, the flicker of orange in her eyes sputtering and dying as she looks over at Jan again.]

No, it doesn't hurt. I have to be careful with it. Sometimes I can run all my powers out with it, but other than that, it's all good!

I want to ask about your other powers... but I'll wait till you're done.

[Jan rests a finger over her lips to indicate that she's zipping them for now. the irony of the gesture here of all places isn't lost on her. her spirits feel strangely lifted by the exchange, even though she's been pretty somber since they got back from the Sound Eater excursion.]

[Kara grins at that and nods, returning to work. She moves the lasers up and down the filing cabinet, working on the paint slowly but surely. with the low burn, it doesn't drain her nearly as much as she was afraid it would, and by the time she starts feeling a little weak, like she should stop, she's pretty much done. a freshly unpainted cabinet standing in front of them.]

Awesome, there you go!

[Jan gives Kara a thumbs up. she doesn't touch the cabinet yet -- that looks like it's still going to be hot -- but she does examine it carefully with her eyes. well done, mission accomplished!

when she's done looking the cabinet over, she glances up at Kara with a brilliant grin of gratitude.]

Thanks! I really owe you one. What's your name, hero?

Oh, geez! How did we forget that? [she holds out her hand for Jan to shake.] Supergirl. Nice to meet you, friend... of... Rosa's?

[she takes Kara's hand and shakes it back firmly. her hands are DRY AND CALLUSED AS HECK, has this girl never heard of lotion before?]

Jan Douglas. What-- Supergirl? With laser eyes? I've got to hear this story.

[it's clear that Jan does a lot of hard work, with the calluses and all. Consider Kara impressed! It's so empowering that two women are out here making a work room out of the reset rooms! Kara loves it.]

Which story, the name or the laser eyes? [she tilts her head.] One is more entertaining than the other!

[Kara is so... peppy. it's the only word that Jan can think of to describe her. every other sentence sounds like it ends with an exclamation point; she comes across with the same cheerfulness as a fist pump at the end of a "go team!" cheer. if she was a soccer mom instead of a superhero, Jan would strongly suspect she was about to suddenly whip out some cupcakes, or something.]

Hhhow about both? I don't know which one is the interesting version.

True enough! [Kara swipes wet hair over her shoulder and leans back against the outer wall of the reset rooms.] Well, I guess they're both very short stories. I was born on a planet with a red sun, so... on my planet, I was kind of normal! Pretty much "human," I guess. But the yellow sun gives me a lot of powers. It works that way for anyone from my planet. The laser eyes come with the package, but it almost feels like... like the heat from the sun just bubbles up inside of me until it comes out my eyeballs.

[she shrugs with a grin. It's not a great description but it's pretty accurate.] As for the name... [she waves a hand, dismissive.] Everyone hates the name, but my boss gave it to me. She was big into branding, still is I imagine, so the second I came out to the world as this person with all these abilities, she called me Supergirl!

Branding? Do you have a hashtag?

[oh my god, is Supergirl an instagram influencer or something? Jan wrinkles her nose, trying to think through the implications of that one. but more importantly:]

Oh. You're an alien. That's... I guess I don't know why I wasn't expecting that, now that I look back at this conversation.

[how do you get immigration papers if you're an alien, she wonders? it's hard enough to fake them for a former ghost.]

I've got a few hashtags! [thanks, Ms. Grant.]

It's okay. It tends to shock a lot of people given, you know... [she gestures to herself.] The whole human-look.

Honestly, most of the TV shows have aliens that look like humans. The only difference is you're not blue.

[Jan's laugh is unforced, and she shakes her head in disbelief. is every conspiracy theory right after all? she's going to have to go back and reread some of the Flat Earthers' stuff now, when she gets home.]

Have you run into a lot of trouble with, um, humans?

[Kara grins.] I've met some blue ones! Most have been quite nice, if a little flirty.

[the next question gives her pause and then she nods, waving off the big deal-ness of it with her hand.] Sometimes, mostly petty criminal stuff.

[and then there was CADMUS, but ha ha... most of it was petty criminal stuff!!!!]

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I SOMEHOW LOST THIS I'M SORRY

IT'S FINE i was taking a break anyway! <3

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