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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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NAVIGATION

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Packing up

Expeditions are Teddy's specialty. This is what his training always prepared him for. With a pack of sand on either side of his back, he travels close to the front of the expedition. His ears and eyes remain alert constantly, scanning for dangers or for supplies. He has no supplies of his own, but he can go a week without food so long as someone provides him with water, and the shifting weather smells distantly of rain.

Whenever the travel party stops for the night or to rest, Teddy sits vigilantly on the sand path, listening and watching until he eventually succumbs to sleep in the pre-dawn hours. On the last night Teddy's routine shifts slightly, his head tilted up and his eyes fixed on the twinkling stars above them as his neurally linked device educates him on each constellation. He has never seen the Earth's sky before this place, but the knowledge of the plants and stars matches data banks he remembers from his underground home.

It finally has occurred to him, something he has not known or believed since arriving.

This place is Earth. He isn't waiting for a rescue to find him and bring him home.

This is home.

Sound Eaters A

Everything about the creatures unnerves and unsettles Teddy. He shifts restlessly, his collar glows red, his ears stay plastered back and his hackles remain raised. He paces around the group when not made to hold still, and he keeps trying to put himself between the humans and the threat, pressing his head into knees or hips, trying to push people back and away and get them to leave this place.

Sound Eaters B (Limit: 1, CW: Character Death, Very short thread)

Teddy reacts in the split instant of the noise coming from one of the other people in the group. Without hesitation or thought he throws himself at the one the noise came from as one of the sound eaters does the same. His teeth are bared in a ferocious snarl at the sound eater, and he tries to sink his teeth into strange flesh even as it grabs him roughly by his fur.

It's Raining ~~Cats &~~ Dogs

Teddy wakes back in the reset room to the sound of rain falling on roofs. He has never experience rain, and the sound of it is a shock to his ears after adjusting to the silence. He leaves the reset room reluctantly with his tail between his legs. The rain does not burn the way the databanks told him it would. The feel and smell of acid is not there. Instead it is just cool and wet, and confusing. It dampens his senses and his fur, and he slinks his way uncomfortably through the town.

Wet, miserable, confused, and disoriented, he wanders absently until he runs into someone else.

Party

Teddy does not celebrate. He stands outside the door of one of the buildings, protected by an awning as he stares out into the rain. He is still dripping on the wooden flooring, and his ears are back against the sound. His head is out past the awning enough to have the rain fall against his snout and face and his eyes are closed.

It feels strange against his fur, and it blankets the world, blinding him in a sense, against the scents he uses to understand and 'see' the world around him. He tries to focus on familiar but fast-fading scents while he takes in the endless torrent of sound of the rain against the various roofs.

Hux is really not an angry person so much as a man ruled by his frustrations at times. He has expectations and when they are not met, he either corrects them or seeks out an opportunity to make the situation work to his advantage. He didn't do well when forced to face situations he could neither control or affect a change on and this entire town is one.

After the disaster near the end of the expedition out to see the sound eaters, Hux is certain someone will emerge from the reset room from the trip. If Kilgrave returned from the dead, someone else was likely to as well, and Hux still has questions he needs answers to.

What he isn't expecting is for it to be an animal that emerges from the room. He frowns, taking in the collar and the state of the creature. What use is this to him? Animals can't answer his questions. He's seen the dog lurking around town, but he didn't think much of the animal beyond that it was one. Something to potentially avoid. Now he remembers it plodding along with the group. Is it possible it isn't just an animal? Perhaps some sentient creature that never moved to two legs.

The rain is meant to allow noise, and he takes the opportunity to speak rather than subject his device to the water.

"So. They saw it fit to bring an animal back from the dead." He keeps his voice just loud enough to be audible over the rainfall. He doesn't speak to it directly, but aloud with mild disdain. What a waste of whatever power is involved. He crouches to get a better look at it, but only partially, unwilling to make himself vulnerable to it.

"What did you do to earn that kind of favor?"

Packing Up (Action and/or network; un: rugman)
[Packing up is quite the unnecessary process for him. Carpet needs no food or water, no bedroll or tent, no clothes..... He needs absolutely nothing but his device and the sand he's been asked to carry. What does that mean for you? It means he's helping! You may find him flitting around town visiting people, either to talk to them, help them get ready, or carry their load for them--or you might just see him tossing a quick message onto the network, just in case.]

Does anyone need help getting ready for the trip? I can carry things if anyone has too much to handle!

Camping
[Carpet is a tireless traveler, even weighed down with sand and gear--his only potential trouble during the walk is if anything slips out of place and threatens to fall off his back. He can't catch anything without dropping everything! Hopefully if that happens, some kind soul will come to his rescue and steady or catch whatever gets jostled out of place?

That aside, once it's time to set up camp and relax, Carpet is actually quite sociable. He loves to sit and 'talk' or listen to others, and as one of the designated storytellers for the trip, he's quite welcoming of being approached and asked to spin tales for people to entertain them--it won't be nearly as polished as the story he's had time to think over ahead of time and post to the network for people to enjoy, but sometimes spontaneity is half the fun! Besides, who wouldn't want to hear the sort of fantastic tales a Carpet that's thousands of years old might have picked up over the course of his life?

Unfortunately for him, Carpet can't sleep--but if you find yourself struggling to sleep, having nightmares, or obviously cold, you may end up having some company. Care for a living blanket to ~~give you cuddles~~ keep you company and maybe help you sleep more peacefully?]

It's Raining
[Rain! It's raining! It's a different sort of rain than what Agrabah tends to get, in his experience--rain in the desert is a brutal, torrential downpour, just as blinding as a sandstorm, so fierce that the rain slashes down in curtains like spears falling from the heavens. People have complained about the rain falling so hard that it's painful, in the desert. And the flooding--in mere hours, the topography could be drastically altered. Entire dunes could be washed away, wind and rain could smash worn and fragile structures, people could even drown if they're not careful. Desert rain is like a rare and elusive god, fearsome and fickle and fierce, who holds the blessings of life in one hand and deathly terror in another.

This rain, though? It's heavy, but not painful, not frightening, not dangerous. This rain is a joyful occasion, a gentle and merciful god, one who spreads his wings and casts a cool, gentle shadow of protection over these people. Carpet is more than happy to help with any projects he's asked to--but otherwise, it won't be uncommon at all to see him splashing and playing with children, or dancing in the sky, doing breathtakingly elaborate feats of aerial acrobatics. Or perhaps he's decided that he needs a dance partner? He's not above snagging someone to dance around with them if they look like they could use a pick-me-up!]

Penpals (Closed to 9S; network, maybe to action? un: rugman)
[Stories. They want him to tell stories to people along the way, to help entertain them and keep their spirits up. He can do that! He likes making people happy. But the person he's supposed to work with..... 9S hadn't wanted his help last time. He hadn't even wanted him around at all. Is it really okay to work together again, after that? What if he gets mad again?

He can't help but be anxious, but there's no way around it; they have to at least talk about this. Carpet sends a private message directly to 9S' inbox.]

Nyness? We're supposed to tell stories together on this trip.

Wildcard
[You know the drill. Hit me up with anything you want but don't see here!]

((OOC: Carpet and 9S should have a joint storytime network post up by Friday! I'll reply to this top level with a link to it once it's written. Also! I didn't include a Sound Eater prompt, not because I'm not interested in it, but because Carpet is unlikely to take much action besides watching unless it's catalyzed by another character. If you want to do something with that, by all means, please feel free to wildcard it!))

Edited 2018-02-01 04:40 (UTC)

Teddy stills when the human speaks. So few people here had spoken around him in so long. It is both a relief to his strained, exhausted mind and a concern to the learned need for silence.

He doesn't sit, standing awkwardly in the rain with his legs bent to lower himself closer to the ground and blinking up at the dripping sky. He looks like a miserable, beaten hound and he feels similarly. The rain is nice, in that it isn't acidic, but it is frustrating in all other ways.

His collar, thankfully waterproof, lights up an unhappy amber color with just a few words typing across the surface.

i did my job.

That and only that in his mind. He squints up at the sky, blinking away the water and unable to register the man's scent which unsettled him. He crawls closer, hoping to hid from some of the rain through the human's form.

So it could speak. Interesting. Hux watches it crawl closer, prepared to step away if it suddenly chose to attack. After witnessing the sound eaters he is no longer so sure the monsters are an alien thing. They looked human at times, and he wonders if there isn't a closer connection than is being let on. They had dragged people into the tower, and some of those... people were returning. But what guarantee was there that these were not just programmed clones? How would anyone even know it was the same person?

He considers the alien creature with a frown, considering his response before reaching out a hand toward the collar.

"Who made you this device?"

If they could make an advanced piece of tech like this, capable of allowing the creature to 'talk' without typing, perhaps they could make other things. Things Hux could do something with. Like a weapon or something else useful to him here. He is tempted to take it apart to see how it works for himself.

If someone were to take some red dust, either from this area or the rest room, to do experiments (Trying to detect magic, figure out if there's anything abnormal about it, ect) would they discover anything?

ALSO if someone were to turn invisible to follow the natives, what would happen? (the invisibility spell lasts up to an hour)

Edited 2018-02-01 04:12 (UTC)

IEGP provides them to all canine units.

His handlers were not here to replace it, but he is glad that the collar adapted easily to integrate with the devices here. He sniffs at the outstretched hand, and he can just pinpoint the scent beneath the wet and the rain trying to smother it.

He commits the faint and clouded scent to memory for now and studies this human with a tilt of his head.

could we speak indoors?

Hi! The dust would come back as if it were standard dirt, nothing extraordinary about it would show at this time.

"IEGP?" Hux questions the acronym, but he at least acquiesses, walking toward one of the nearby buildings and opening the door to let the animal inside. It was intriguing at least. Something interesting to figure out and learn more about. And if it could communicate so perhaps not so useless to him after all.

Once the dog comes inside, Hux will shut the door behind it, effectively 'trapping' the canine with him.

Do the sound eaters have any kind of scent/smell to them that can be picked up

Teddy is far too trusting of the humans here and in general. Humans were the whole reason for his existence, and so far they had only either treated him well or with indifference. He follows Hux into the building, shaking his fur off once inside to try and rid himself of the heavy damp feeling.

He sits across from Hux and slowly works on the next questions he has come to expect to follow.

I am a seeker for IEGP. They are the ones who gave me this collar and trained me to my purpose. I seek out and gather resources for the humans back at the compound so that they can continue to survive.

It's so many more words than he usually has to think through and by the end of it he is even more exhausted. His memories of the trip and the sound eaters are fuzzy and distant, he can't access them beyond emotional responses, and as he tries to recall it, the collar pulses through a gambit of colors from gray to red to green and every warm color in between the last two before settling back on a slightly deeper amber color.

Did you come from the room before me?

"Yes. But I don't remember much of how or why it happened." It's easier to lie in this case and Hux does exactly that. It is unlikely anyone could prove otherwise and it seems less suspicious to claim he just went through the same thing than to explain why he was lingering just outside the building.

The creature is fascinating, and on some level Hux is reminded of his Stormtroopers. He crouches back down, but the dog is too thoroughly washed from the rain to have anything useful on him. He watches the colors, and starts to work on inferring the meaning behind the changing lights.

"Do you?"

[ alexandre has a mild emotion-sensing ability, I have his permissions post over here if you would like to opt out of it! ]

the move
[ Alexandre takes his place at the front of the traveling caravan, his stature letting him cover a longer distance with each step. Since it's nighttime and few people have torches, he feels compelled to do something about the lack of visibility. His position in the stream of people is marked by a flaming sword held towards the sky - though it's not real fire, merely an aura that flares around the blade in brilliant intensity. He's modulated the light to not blind anyone looking directly at it, but still bright enough to illuminate the area around him.

Once they have stopped camp, he would stick the blade into the ground so that it would continue to provide light. However, he's not likely to wander out of visible range of the weapon - it's his, after all.

Ask before you touch, would you? ]

sound eaters
[ The unease in the group spreads as they near the Eiffel Tower, and even Alex' calmness deepens into a battle-ready stance. He's still silent, with offers ofAre you okay? to anyone who might seem (or feel) heavily distressed - but it's easy to read the tension in his stance, wind-up much like a coiled spring.

Despite warnings, he'll push his way to the front to watch the Sound Eaters. And if you're by his side, you might notice that his right hand is already on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw at any moment.

Alternatively, if you are by his side and look like a young person, he'll put his hands over your eyes as soon as the dead Sound Eater begins to grossly mutate. ]

on the way back
[ Now that it's raining and sound is permitted, Alex is much more proactive in seeking out people who might need help. Should your character be distressed by the experience, he would offer to listen to them speak.

Later at night during camping, he would send a message to the arrivals and filtered from the natives (thank you Lorem for teaching him): ]

This is Alexandre.

What do you think the Sound Eaters are from?

I cannot help but have a feeling that those who are not Reset end up becoming one of them.

[ #nosleep theory hour, evidently. ]

gone fishin
[ Now that they're back in Reims and there is rain, Alex's priorities are set very straight.

He would first take one of the poles that he had salvaged and begin affixing a knife to one end, using a chisel and his careful strength to cut a slot for the blade to rest in. Then, he heads to the Seine and dive in. He would surface only five minutes later, this time with a fish speared through the pole.

Feel free to run into him anytime during the process, especially when he's on his way back - a seven-foot tall man evidently soaked and smelling fishy. The fish itself is kept in a cloth bag, thankfully. ]

music
[ The sound of the rain is muffled within House Three, and he's able to hear himself think.

After finishing all the tasks he had assigned to himself, the prospect of not having to do anything is... unusual. Life back home had been filled with one assignment after another, with what little time he could spare spent on tending to his friends. There was none of that here.

A thought comes to him unbidden, a song that appeared to him in a past vision. He starts humming the tune subconsciously before catching himself and deciding to sing it on his own - his voice is softer than his appearance might suggest, and he keeps his volume down in case he disturbs anyone.

Still, it's audible from outside. ]

wildcard
[ hit me with something and I'll roll with it! ]

Hux doesn't smell like the soap Teddy remembers from the room, but all the scents are muffled and different thanks to the rain. He doesn't question the validity and scratches at his ear, trying to knock water out of it while Hux speaks.

When their eyes are closer to level, he makes and maintains eye contact.

Not well. I can remember some of what I felt.

He's so tired, and the constant typing and thinking in words is draining him fast. He slides down to lay on the floor, his wet fur re-coating in dust to make a new mess that would wash out again in the rain.

"And how do you feel now?"

Thinly veiled as genuine concern, Hux continues his search for further information on the impermanence of death that is theoretically possible here. This dog is a prime candidate, and Hux isn't going to let its exhaustion keep him from learning as much as he can. He grabs a towel from in the building and starts to rub water off the dog's neck fur. Few things smell quite as off putting as wet furred creatures.

The answers feel more reliable the closer to the 'resurrection' they come from. He has no baseline for this creature or its biology and personality, but he can still gather something potentially useful from it before he leaves it to whatever it normally does.

i. moving out

[Rosa stretches out atop her bedroll rather than in it at first, smiling absently in the light from the lanterns and from the screen of her own device. it hasn't exactly been a fun trip, with the threat they're walking toward, the fear and care in their every soundless step, and the telling weight of the sand and the rest of her load through the day – she's tired and sore. but she's still new enough to life to be grateful for tiredness and soreness (they're still physical feelings, after all, what a novelty), and just the fact of being out in a new country and fresh air feels...good for everyone; an opportunity to leave the confining walls of the Reims community and breathe.

the star-mapping feature doesn't exactly twig a new memory – she doesn't think she used to be the stargazing type -- but there's little sparks of comfort and familiarity to be found in it, nonetheless.

she sends out a group message, lazily, making sure to spellcheck herself]

so how into stars is everyone anyway? i only knew orion's belt before this . . .

heck, some of you are from totally different places, right? what are your constellations like, if they're not these?

ii. sound eaters a (body horror)

[she isn't one of the ones to rush a Sound Eater, to need reset or rescue. if there's one thing she learned as a ghost, it's how to watch and wait...

still, her reaction is notable: her shape stays mostly human, but she can't help the eyes that bloom over her exposed skin when the Sound Eater is born; eyes on her hands on her forehead her cheeks on the backs of her hands and the nape of her neck, pale brown and blinking, some of them watering and squeezing shut again when the red dust blows into them, some larger or smaller than normal, some in clusters . . . she's trembling, the increased visual input almost too much, trying to put them away again. Her hair is lashing, fanged mouths and more eyes opening and closing between the locks.

she looks...angry? fearful? maybe it's a good move to try and calm her down]

iii. sound eaters b

[her message, after the mess of attacks and deaths and rescues is over, after she's gotten herself physically and emotionally under control, is pretty simple.]

they looked human. i thought the natives didn't know . . .

is that what the dead here become, when they don't go back to that room?

iv. building in the rain (dual prompt; both rosa torres & jan douglas will respond!)

[if you pass the reset room area, you'll see two girls clearly busy taking advantage of the rain to hammer and saw with impunity there, doing some long-term investment work -- the community still needs a place to do things that require a bit of noise, when the weather isn't bad, and they've noticed that the reset room can become that place, with the right prepwork.

you can variously catch them carting wood and material down the sandpath to the reset room, hanging up some sort of chart on the room door, or just straight up...building some shelves right outside it?

why is this a thing that is happening? would you like to ask? would you like to help? they seem friendly enough, and will also wave and greet you if you've met before, happy to chatter if nothing else.]

Edited 2018-02-01 04:52 (UTC)

The canine considers the question, letting his eyes close as he tries to get a grasp on how he does feel. It takes a bit of time, and he is still and silent during it all but the light shifting slowly to a pale yellow. The towel feels nice against his fur

When he opens his eyes the text comes, slower now and clipped but a response.

tired and confused.

Hi! The scent of what’s normally in the area could be picked up on them. People, animals, plants, metal - pretty much anything they come into contact with though nothing distinctly separate from that.

Hux could be patient. If the creature needed to rest before it could be useful to him, he didn't have any immediate plans. He could wait a little while. He continues to dry the exposed wet fur with the ragged towel as he studies the collar closer up, studying the strange magnetic symbols attached to it.

He doesn't ask it further questions. using the towel to wipe a spot on the floor clean before sitting down beside it. There's something disturbingly soothing about running his fingers through its fur and he waits, using this time to study the animal more closely.

whoops I think I edited my first comment right as you replied.

So Lup has an invisibility spell that can last up to an hour. If she were to use it to follow the natives, what would she see? Would it just be some guys burying a dude?

[ Rosa's reaction catches Lup's eyes immediately. As a lich, she knows how dangerous extreme emotion can be. This girl's reaction isn't exactly like a lich's, but it's similar enough that Lup moves as quickly as she can while still being quiet.

She casts silence, spell slots be damned. No sound can be created in the space around the two of them, and no sound can reach them from the outside. It's a precaution, in case being touched will cause a reaction involving sound. Once it's in place, she steps in front of Rosa, grabbing her arm to get her attention (she's careful to avoid any eyes, since she's sure they'll hurt if they're touched.)

Her grip is firm, and she stares at rosa hard, to indicate she has something to say. Then, she lets go and types: ]

Anchor yourself before you wreck yourself. Don't worry about the sound, I cast a spell to take care of that. So if you need to scream or kick shit over? Then go fucking wild. I'll even make some mailboxes if it will help.

Can I catch a ride?

[ It's a joke, she can't help herself. Please excuse this elven shit-stirrer. ]

[You're just credible enough for Carpet to take you seriously, Lup; giving rides is what he's made for, after all. He's doing his best!]

Maybe if you hold the sand bags in your lap? I don't know how comfortable it would be though.

Packing Up:
[No, she gives a shake of her head.

The person she's approached to assist looks like they could use some help. Their method of packing isn't very efficient, and she gently interjects so she can show them how she thinks they should go about doing it. It's potentially too blunt of her, but she doesn't like wasting time when they could be done with this and making their way toward the tower.

If someone seems to be having trouble with their sandbag, she'll give them a little smile before taking it from them so she can try and help them balance.]

Camping:
[Rey thrives in situations like this. Camping is second nature to her, and she's one of the few who seem less tense the longer they press on in the journey. She smiles each evening as the group sets up camp, and is all too happy to make conversation and look at the stars. If someone looks like they might need some company, she slides up beside them and places her hand against their arm.

Soon, she reassures them. It's not much longer until they reach their destination.

If anyone needs any help packing up in the morning and getting extra motivation to keep moving, she's there to supply that as well. She's just a fountain of energy, happy to be outdoors.]

Stargazing: (closed to Kylo Ren)
[On the last night of their camping expedition, Rey takes to unrolling her bed roll near his. They've been close enough in proximity the other nights to keep an eye on one another for safety's sake, but she gives up the pretense of distance in order to try and learn about the constellations here together.

They sit side by side, the rest of the group seemingly forgotten as he points out a cluster of stars and she attempts to create a name of her own before they find the actual name on their devices. There's a feeling of contentment in doing this, an ease within their bond that makes her feel relaxed enough that she finds herself smiling and holding in laughter.]

What about that one?

[She points up toward a cluster up high enough that she has to lean back against her bed roll to see it properly. Her hand presses against his arm, guiding him to do the same. She rests on her elbows and glances over his way, trying to judge what his mood is at the moment.]

Sound Eaters: (cw: character death, open to interaction beforehand)

[It's not the appearance of the creatures that gets to Rey. It's the fact that everyone that's gathered here feels very much like a target. She watches for as long as her patience will allow her to. Hux is nearby and tries to keep her still and quiet, but she makes a mistake anyway. It's only a scuff of her foot against the ground, but it's enough to earn unwanted attention. The Sound Eaters move quickly and in the blink of an eye, and the last thing Rey remembers before the fear that she's projecting consumes her whole is shouting and futilely trying to fight. ]

Reset Room:

[When Rey comes to, she doesn't leave the room right away. She's more than disturbed, given all that she's recently seen and experienced but she chooses not to focus on that. Instead she takes the time to try and meditate, though it doesn't come easily to her. She's tries desperately to pay attention to the Force and how it connects her to this place, how the land and the people here hum with energy and life despite the chaos that she knows for a fact is lying there beneath the surface. Regardless of what she might have felt about the natives before, she understands now that the threat is very real.

It's the sound of rain that eventually lures Rey out of hiding, and she tries to make her way past anyone outside where she's just emerged acting like everything is fine. Someone is nearby, and she stops just long enough to make brief eye contact. ]

How long have the others been back?

Rain:

[With the rain, Rey finds herself outside more often than not. After Jakku, any bit of rain she can get caught up in is a wonder. When she isn't moving furniture into her home or helping others with any moving they need done, she can be found outside. She takes cover where she can, but always has a hand outstretched to catch rain in her palm. Grinning, she delights in the coolness that tickles at her skin. It's easy to interrupt her in these moments, and with the way she's smiling it might invite someone to approach her. If someone does, she awkwardly greets them and asks if it rains often where they come from.

She takes the time to work too, of course. Finding any barrels or open containers that might hold large quantities of water, she sets them out here and there to collect what she hopes is clean drinking and bathing water that won't require a lot of noise to use. Any help setting these out is definitely welcome!

Early in the morning, when she thinks no one else will be up and out, Rey takes to training. She feels out of practice already, just in her short time here. So she practices with the branch Aloy found for her and she took the time to carve into a makeshift staff herself. It's not the weapon she favors from home, and it's definitely not a lightsaber, but it does nicely for practice. She spends hours swinging the staff and concentrating on the motions, easily losing herself and blocking out the rest of the world. The rain doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest, even as her hair weighs down to the point water is cascading down her face.

She only stops if someone approaches her close enough that she might risk harming them. Only then does she stop and let reality come crashing back down upon her.]

You're lucky I didn't hit you.

Tech Scavenging: (Closed to Kilgrave)

[Who would set something like this up here? Rey glances Kilgrave's way with concern. Despite the fact that she's responsible for helping steal Faith away, she's perfectly at ease with working with him. There's hope within her that he's capable of redemption, just the same as Kylo Ren is. If he knows or cares about her involvement he doesn't show it, and she's pleased as they make a productive enough team.

She's all about keeping the tech for herself no matter what Kilgrave thinks they should do. It's going to be easy for her to silence the sound, and she crouches down to pull her small toolkit out of her pocket. There's a single screwdriver in there that she'll be able to use for this, and she gets right to work without consulting him. Something like this, she wants to make sure she salvages as much as possible. ]

Edited 2018-02-01 08:26 (UTC)

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