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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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[poodlemom]

[Victor, predictably, goes with it until the very last moment he thinks he can. Once he thinks Yuuri is a moment from cumming, he'll push Yuuri out from his lips. His mouth is partially open, wet as saliva trailed between them and his fiance's cock. Lips were left red and puffy from the act, adding to the lewd charm Victor was so good at. His eyes are closed, expecting (and hoping for) cum to spray across his face. He doesn't mind it in his mouth, not so precious as that, so long as it wasn't shot directly down his throat.

He's also hoping to hear a nice, loud moan as Yuuri loses control and releases, all because Victor could pleasure him so well. Pride is always a factor for Victor and little makes him feel so pleasantly satisfied as driving Yuuri wild.]

[porkbelly]

[Perhaps because he's also releasing stress as he orgasms, Victor gets both the sound of satisfaction and the warm release across his face. While the feeling made Yuuri screw his eyes shut at the climax, when he opens them the sight of his lover's skin dotted with that mess is almost overwhelmingly hot. He'll need a few moments to catch his breath, hand coming up to lovingly stroke Victor's cheek.]

... ah... Victor... I...

[He doesn't say 'I love you.'. The exact phrase doesn't come easily to him, but the sparkle in his eyes says it all.]

[poodlemom]

[His eyes flutter open again once Yuuri is done and panting himself calm. Victor has a much easier time with those words, he might not with someone else, but Yuuri had to go and make his whole skating season about "love". The word easily made it's way into Victor and he wanted to share it whenever he could. Never without the meaning to it, always focused and adoring, never thrown out there as if it didn't matter. He's not thinking about the situation or the monsters or how this won't last. There's only Yuuri with his face all alight with afterglow.]

God, how I love you, Yuuri...

[porkbelly]

[Hearing Victor say those words still makes his heart race, and he feels so overcome with emotion that he has to look away for a moment. After a few beats he'll carefully slides off his body to sit on the edge of the bed and look at his partner coyly over one shoulder.]

I really hope nobody was walking by.

[poodlemom]

[Victor sits up lifting a hand to his face, swiping some of Yuuri's cum off with his thumb. He'll lick it off as Yuuri watches, deviously enjoying putting on a show. There was a basin with clean water in the room, some hand towels soaking to make sure they could wash off.]

I don't mind. [Of course he doesn't! He'll slide up behind Yuuri and rest against the man's back.] Can you get me a towel?

[porkbelly]

Mm. Okay.

[He hasn't forgotten he promised Victor a thigh job, being purposefully casual with striding over to get the towel so as to give the other a nice preview. He rubs his butt a little where Victor had spanked earlier, knowing that would be a fun way to tease him too.]

[poodlemom]

[Yuuri is being delightfully sexy and Victor is all sorts of fed up with any kind of a heavy mood. He responds with a flirtatious whistle, some playful and cheesy catcalls of "wooow!", "So sexy, so fine!" Just to get Yuuri to crack a smile.]

[porkbelly]

[It works, Yuuri unable to hold back a laugh at the corny flirting. He shakes his head and gently tosses the towel at Victor.]

International playboy Victor Nikiforov...

[poodlemom]

The man who loves you most of all, yes. [he teases, catching the towel and rubbing his face down with it. Yuuri gets a show of it, Victor cradling his face in it with those bedroom eyes he's known for. His darling Yuuri, who makes him smile even in dark times. Love never tested is hardly love, right? Something cliche comes to mind, Victor can find it romantic, still.]

[porkbelly]

[Those bedroom eyes are still a weakness, and Yuuri closes the distance between them to place a soft kiss on Victor's forehead. He knew his fiancee was most concerned with his happiness, all joking aside. There was no reason to doubt Victor's love. That love he'd been so patient with.]

[poodlemom]

[Victor will toss the towel aside when he's done with it, face freshened up. His hands reach out and caress Yuuri's hips. Leaning forward, he'll kiss the man's navel with affection, resting his face on his tummy.]

Lay down, I want to feel you so badly. [he's so worked are it's beginning to ache, but that's just all the most arousing]

[porkbelly]

Haha, okay. Okay.

[He'll spread himself out on the bed, head on a pillow as he uses one hand to rub suggestively at his left thigh. Of course, it's topped with that confident 'come hither' look he knows Victor loves.]

[poodlemom]

[Yuuri gets another flirtatious whistle, this time lower, more sensual. Only for Yuuri to hear, nobody else. Those thighs could kill a man in the most decadent of ways, he's sure of it. He's painfully aware of his own arousal, seeing Yuuri splay out for him. Not to mention that look of his. He'll slide back close, kissing his fiance on the lips, this time tasting like him instead of boozy.]

[porkbelly]

[Yuuri all but purrs into that kiss, arms wrapping around Victor's back while he waits for the cock to be between his thighs so he can give it a firm squeeze. They're powerful alright, but he knows just how much pressure to put on so that it's not too much. They've done this quite a few times.]

[poodlemom]

[Victor isn't hesitating a moment more, he can't hold back when he's being offered such a treat. He slides his cock between Yuuri's thighs, shuttering with satisfaction as Yuuri's legs tense around him. He adores when Yuuri gets prideful, shows off his strength, and the more intimate the better.]

Don't go easy on me, now. [he'll say, a playful challenge. Rocking his hips, he slides away and then in deep, savoring the tight curves wrapping around his cock. They do this often, but it doesn't get tiresome, not ever.]

[porkbelly]

Mm, I don't get the really good expressions if I go easy on you.

[And he loves those expressions. Knowing he gets a front row seat to them. He'll squeeze and release in time with Victor's thrusts, loving the slick slide of his cock against his skin.]

[poodlemom]

You like to get the best of your coach, don't you? [Victor will tease back, kissing Yuuri and suckling his bottom lip. His hips sway slowly, shallow for now, not at the best angle to really move quickly. There's no rush, the rain still heavy outside, shielding them from the dangers around them and allowing them free reign to be as vocal as they are intimate. Who knows when next they'll have the chance... best to take their time and savor one another.]

[porkbelly]

Consider it payback for all those long talks.

[He laughs into the suckling, hands splaying on Victor's chest as he looks up at him dreamily.

Had you told him before this relationship he'd go crazy for the feeling of a cock slowly fucking his thighs he'd have... well. He would have walked away nervously with lots of worried looks. It wasn't the type of conversation he normally had.]

[poodlemom]

[Victor's hand slips down to hook around Yuuri's thigh, groping the curve of it as he anchored himself against his fiance. It makes rocking his hips a bit easier and any excuse he has to touch Yuuri more is one he'll make.]

I only have praise for you, right now. How strong your thighs are, you feel amazing, Yuuri. You take such good care of me.