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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.
OOC
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Kara hovers there next to it, next to... what the crap was its name? something with a "chan" at the end? oh well, they can make introductions later! Kara points ahead of them. ]
From the fountain to the hospital and back? [ she calls over the rain. she wonders how fast a magic carpet can even fly? ]
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[Kara's grinning, a little wildly. it's going to be so fun to blow off some steam. she holds up three fingers, then puts one down at a time. 3... 2... 1... go!
she doesn't take off at first, letting Carpet get a clear advantage before she kicks off the ground and starts flying, hot on his tail. his... tassels?]
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As it turns out, he needn't have worried. Kara may have waited to take off, but there's no denying that her overwhelming speed will effortlessly eclipse his more than twice over, once she reaches her top speeds. Just how long will she stay on his tassels before overtaking him, seconds?]
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They're already rapidly approaching the hospital; all any bystanders from the ground might see is two blurs of color slashing through the stormy sky. The winner of the race already seems to be a foregone conclusion--but can she also handle changing course as smoothly as he can?]
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oops.
she recovers, though, hoping the rain mostly covers up her bumbling, and she soars forward until she catches up with Carpet again, blazing ahead of him just a little and looking over her shoulder to wave with a big smile.]
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The lead he earns from that doesn't last long, though. Carpet waves in return, and tries to will himself to catch up again--but there's just no more room to increase right now. He's already going at his upper limit. He can't even be mad, though--how often does he get to put himself through his paces like this with an all-out sprint? Hardly anyone ever needs him to go this fast!]
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But she does want to win.
The fountain comes up in her view through the rain slashing down, torrential and turning everything gray. Doesn't matter. She jets forward, both fists out in front of her, and when she reaches the fountain, she does a victory lap around it before sitting on its lip and grinning at Carpet, smug.]
That was awesome!
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Even if he hasn't 'caught his breath' yet, so to speak, he still raises one tassel in a thumbs up. Super awesome!]
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Thank you for the race! You're really fast!
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[He's picking himself back up after a minute of resting, but he hadn't brought his device out in all this rain; hopefully you've learned enough to at least partly understand him, Kara?]
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she shields her device from the rain and grins when she reads the translation.]
It's not often I meet someone who can keep up with me! That was great!
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[He probably looks like a drowned rat, now that they're sitting still again; even just hovering a little bit off the ground, there's a constant stream of water pattering down from his lower portion. Does being completely waterlogged influence his speed any? He has no idea, to be honest.]
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[and Kara's not fairing much better. Her hair is soaked, stuck to her neck and shoulders, and her cape is dragging, weighted down by water. And her suit clings. She's going to have to talk to Winn about that. If... if she sees Winn again.
Anyway!
The point is, they're both soaked. Kara gestures for Carpet to follow her, and she flies to her porch, sitting on it with her back to the wall. Now they can watch the rain without drowning.]
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[Carpet follows Kara, but hesitates just outside of the porch, taking a moment to twist himself up and wring out as much water as he can. It makes an impressive splash as it all pours out at once--he's not dry by any stretch of the imagination when he comes to join Kara, but at least he's not going to soak the entire porch, either.]
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I look Kryptonian. All these humans look like Kryptonians too.