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quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
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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[ He shifts the blankets a little better in his hold, then as they approach the dining room he drops them so he can lift his sodden jacket onto his shoulder. It's made that corner of his blanket nest kind of damp, but not enough for it to be a problem.
Peering around, he tilts his head. ]
What made ya pick the dining room, eh, Fuwa-chan?
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I don't sleep so I don't need a bedroom. Humans should have the rooms that are easier for them to live in!
[This is a room that everyone uses, after all; the furniture for that probably makes it crowded and uncomfortable for anyone else, right? It had seemed like the most sensible choice.]
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[ The dining room is smaller than the deck, but there's no visible dark outside, no cold air to creep in under his blankets to make him shiver.. what it lacks in size Naruto thinks it kind of makes up for in comfort, in a kind of homey feeling. Or maybe that's just the company. ]
Okay, be right back, one sec.
[ He disappears for a second to slip into the bathroom next to the master bedroom, ring out his clothes and hang them on the towel rail. He also steals a few towels - three, to be precise - which he wraps around himself and drapes over his head so that when he comes back he looks like some kind of towel ghost. Only his face and feet peek out from his newly found robes, but he's smiling. He sits, cross-legged in his blanket pile after he nudges it a little further into the room, pushing it up against the east wall. He's no longer shivering, so that's good. ]
I'm a human, though, y'know. An' I could live in some place like this just as easy as I do out there. As long as there's somethin' to lie on, it's fine.
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I'm sure you could! But even you're probably more comfortable when it's warm and soft and you have a place to put your things.
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[ Then he seems to remember something, because he's scrambling to his feet (mostly holding the towel up as he pads back out into the bathroom, returning a moment or two later with something in his hand. It's similar to the metal headband he's started wearing around his head, except this one is backed with a blue fabric instead of a black one. ]
This is a thing I got, I almost forgot about it!
[ He looks around for a second, then sets it atop the table in the middle of the room, like it's some kind of proud display case. ]
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Either way, he's watching in some confusion as Naruto rushes off and brings back..... a thing. A spare headband? Carpet floats up to the edge of the table, leaning in to peer at it curiously. It must be important if Naruto is setting it out like that, right?]
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[ He sits in his blanket pile again, lifting his hands to scrub a towel through his sodden hair. ]
It's kind of a weird thing to show up here, I think, but I guess it's important. It's somethin' to remind me to keep goin'.
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Why is that?