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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 doesn't press for details--obviously this is a deeply person and painful issue, something Akechi has to choose to talk about on his own. For the moment, he doesn't say anything at all, because he knows without a doubt that there's nothing he can say to make a hurt like that better. Carpet simply glides over to drape himself over Akechi instead; it's hard to tell if he's trying to give the boy a hug, or just trying to cover him up to protect him from a world that's clearly been big, cold, scary, and painful.]
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He isn't used to this, but that's what people normally do, right? When a friend of theirs is hurting, they offer support and comfort. Heh, Carpet had done that even when they had just met. It's still foreign and strange to him, such physical affection, but he can't say it's unwanted. No, if anything... he almost craves this sort of touch that's so free of ill intent...
His one hand comes up and gently runs along the upper rim of Carpet's binding, offering a sad, apologetic smile.]
Seems you have a way of coaxing all these painful feelings out of me. I'm sorry; I'll try not to make a habit of it.
[...can Carpet see his device at this angle? Well, he'll move it around a bit, and maybe Carpet will give him a cue to let him know he can see it.]
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Is he reading into things too much? Or is there really something there to see? Is this a pattern, or the heat-shimmer of an empty mirage?]
It's okay. You can't boil water clean without making it steam a little right?
[You've got to let out the pressure somehow, Akechi. He doesn't mind!]
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[But... it eases something inside of him, to have someone who is so patient and willing to listen to his woes. So his smile strengthens just a little, still on the weak side, but genuine and grateful, before his face falls again.]
I really should try to get some sleep.
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Maybe it would be easier to get to sleep if you were more comfortable? My masters usually slept on me when we were out having adventures.
[A nice thick rug would probably be pretty warm to wrap up in, right? And even beyond just padding the ground, all it would take is hovering a few inches up to not feel how hard and uncomfortable the ground is at all.]
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After a small eternity, he finally responds:]
You would do that for me?
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[It isn't as though he can sleep himself, after all. And he's pretty sure humans have neither word nor concept that can adequately describe the sense of wholeness that comes with fulfilling the purpose of your creation, the pure and simple peace and happiness of knowing that you and your world are exactly as they should be. After all, he was made to serve--and shouldn't the greatest pleasure of a bed be someone sleeping deeply and peacefully on it?
Carpet slides off of Akechi, stretching out on the ground beside him in wordless invitation.]
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He twists his body, and... like a sleeping bag sausage, rolls onto Carpet.
This was a horrible mistake. The fabric is now stretched all weirdly around his body.
... now he feels absolutely ridiculous for having tried that.]
Sorry, I'll have to get out and adjust it...
[Don't. Judge him?]
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Eventually, he does manage to lay out the bag properly and then slip into it. It already feels noticeably softer.
With a small, appreciative smile, his hand peeks out to stroke Carpet's binding once more.]
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He shifts a little to get comfortable, feeling warmer and more snug than before. Carpet's no memory-foam mattress, but he's still much preferable to the hard ground.
He feels... soothed by this. By the support of an understanding and supportive friend. And when he falls asleep, it's with a slight smile on his face. The first peaceful, uninterrupted and restful sleep that he's had in... a long, long time.]