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

[kiljoy]

[A shrug.] No. Go on.

[He's endlessly demanding and doesn't care that she's tired. After all, his needs come first.]

[steal]

[At least she can be thankful for that. There's a lingering look in his direction, almost as if she's trying to figure him out. If she has anything else to say, it's left unspoken. She wants to get this done as fast as possible.

The natives that run the food distribution aren't happy about her just barging in and demanding more, but she doesn't really give them much of a choice either. It's shoved into a bag that's resting over her shoulder, making it easy for her to go and retrieve one of the small bins of water of rain water she's collected. That bin is left on his porch, but she brings the food inside. It's tossed at his feet and she's left once again staring him down.]

[kiljoy]

[Why the pouty face? He raises his eyebrows, leaning down to pick up the bag and examine its contents. Then he looks up at her.]

You look like something the cat dragged in. Smile, Rey. It's not all bad. Of course, I wouldn't have needed your help today if my friend hadn't been violently kidnapped. I suppose you could say you're standing in for her.

[He sets the bag down on the nearby table, giving Rey a pointed look as he does so. Yeah, she knows who he's talking about. It's only fair that Rey stands in since she messed up his arrangement with Faith.]

[steal]

[The thing with Rey and smiles is, if she's not aware she's doing it her smiles are actually really great. But when she's aware of the fact she's doing it, they're awkward and unsure. This is one of those smiles. Of course, it just fades right away the more he talks. Well, so much for both of them acting like nothing happened. The look she gives him in return is somewhere caught between guilt and uncertainty.]

So it's punishment.

[You know, she's willing to put up with that in order to make sure Faith stays safe.]

[kiljoy]

[Yes, it's punishment. At least in part. But he's not about to admit that. He tilts his head, his voice soft.]

Now why would you say that?

[steal]

What else would you call this?

[Awkward is the first word that comes to mind. When he tilts his head and speaks to her that way, it's slightly uncomfortable in a way she can't really put her finger on.]

[kiljoy]

I'd call it helping out a friend. Moving in takes a lot of work. Normally I'd have a whole team for this sort of thing, but...

[He shrugs again. You work with what you have. And Rey is particularly useful to have.]

[steal]

[Wait a second.]

You consider me a friend?

[That's a very good way to manipulate Rey, right there. She's spent her entire life alone, and is so desperate for human contact and approval that the word friend holds a lot of weight for her. It's a pretty big weakness, one that she doesn't really realize she's exposed.]

[kiljoy]

[She says it like she's surprised, like she's never had a friend before. It's adorable, and his expression softens in response.]

Of course I do. That is, if you want me to be.

[Something about her tone makes him correct himself. The smile he gives her is a hopeful one. Hey, maybe they can be friends. Anything is possible.]

[steal]

[How does he want her to answer that? Rey hesitates, uncertain. This topic really isn't one she just openly discusses with other people. ]

I think you need friends as much as I do.

[kiljoy]

[He raises his eyebrows. This is why he uses mind control. Avoid vague answers and go straight to the point.]

Is that a yes?

[It wasn't a no...]

[steal]

For now.

[It's not a no. But she's willing to give him a chance, since she wants to believe he's capable of being a decent man.]

[kiljoy]

[He'll take that. Kilgrave nods.]

All right, you've done enough for today. You can leave. [He approaches her, reaching out to touch her shoulder with a small smile.] I hope I'll see you around.

[steal]

[The smile she gives him is relieved but genuinely warm and happy. Her hand reaches up to touch at his, and she nods.]

It's a small village. You will.

[And with that, she goes to get her tech and get it back home. She can't wait to take everything apart and tinker with all of it.]