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featuring: Rey, Kara, Faith, Akira, and Poe
what's happening?: Some exploring of new places and scavenging useful things
day: An ambiguous time around the 25th
content warnings: nah. but will update if needed.

[Rey considers herself lucky to have people here that she calls friends. She's even more fortunate to have people who would agree to go with her on a mission to scavenge supplies from some of the parts of towns that the sand paths are just now stretching out to reach. It feels like she's going stir crazy being trapped here, despite spending her entire life on the same desert planet. She's used to sitting and waiting, but she can't bide her time as easily here as she thought she might. Exploring is one of the only things keeping her from being reckless.

Which means that of course she's fortunate that there's plenty here to explore. She and the others have made their way silently here, Rey keeping a close eye on everyone. It's because of her that they're even here in the first place, and she won't have a sound eater coming to take any of them. So as they move through what looks like it used to be someone's home, she makes a signal with both of her hands to let them know that they need to rifle through things quietly.

Her focus, as always, is on tech. Her house is quickly becoming a workshop, with bits and pieces of things she's found scattered all over. She's not greedy by any stretch of the imagination, but her curiosity about this world and the things found in it make her want to find all that she can to take it apart. She's been asked by a friend to grab some soundproofing materials, so those come second. And she knows that there are children in Reims who could stand more happiness, so she keeps her eye out for anything that looks like it might be of interest to them.

This house they're in is two stories, and there's other homes surrounding this one to look through as well. So as they start to look around she sends out a mass message.]

We need to take what we can but be sure we're still able to get back quietly. We can always return to get more.

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[ Poe was always looking for those opportunities to go out exploring. Since he can't fly x-wings here, the only other movement was long walks. Being on the ground for so long was frustrating but he would eventually, slowly, get over it. He wanted adventure and he's good at exploring. It was nice to know that Rey wanted to do something such as this. Gathering and scavenging for supplies could be fun. At least they all weren't stuck within their respective houses. Poe is constantly on the move, always trying to get to the next mission, always wanting to finish what he started.

Staying quiet was a test or challenge. He grew tense with each building that surrounded them. They had no idea what they would find. A sound eater could be lingering anywhere within them. Poe always wished to have a weapon on him but he knew running away may be the better idea. Would hiding away from the sound eaters even work?

He's exploring what could have been the library and study room. There could be something in here that they could use for parts. Poe isn't really sure what to look for beside for anything that was similar to an object his familiar with. Most things didn't really look familiar. He slowly goes to the desk. Poe looks at the text before he begins his work on the desk drawers trying to not make a sound with them. One seems to be stubborn and starts to immediately protest at being used, he stops quickly though.

Poe will glance upward to see if anyone was within the room with him. He'll just give a shrug at them. What? At least he stopped before it made a bigger protest at being opened. Maybe the other could give it a try. ]

[Faith needs something to distract her from all of the shit rattling around in her head. The regret, embarrassment, and anger at letting herself fall back under Kilgrave's control. She's also trying to avoid Poe somewhat after her recent outburst at him, trying to push him away and convince him that she wasn't worth his trouble.

It complicates things that he's on this mission too. So when they start their trek, she tries to as subtly as possible keep her distance from him. Keeping at least one other person between him and herself. Kara's with them too, so she does find herself whenever she thinks the other women isn't looking passing her small glances, trying to work out how she's doing. Is she doing alright? And, yes, perhaps it doesn't escape her that she's mad at Poe for being similarly worried about her...

So she's a hypocrite. What of it?

They enter the house and Faith decides to start her search up the stairs on the second floor. She's not entirely sure what she's looking for aside from the items Rey's said she wants to find, but she is curious what they're might be. Careful to be quiet with each step, she's able to scale the stairs without a single creak. She opts for the room at the end of the hall. She's brought a can filled with oil and a small brush with her for this very contingency. Planning! She oils the door up and then opens it up. It's a kid's room.

It's a little depressing imagining what might have happened to the child. Based on the faded boy band and teen heartthrob posters littering the walls she suspects it had belonged to a girl. Possibly a pre-teen. There's a collection of stuffed animals she looks through, trying to decide if maybe any of the kids she knew would like something like that or not. Perhaps they were too old. All the same she grabs a small stuffed dinosaur and continues her search.]

[Exploring makes Kara nervous. It's fun to do, and a definite way to pass the time, but so far she's mostly stuck to the hospital, which is well-trekked enough that there's loosely-poured sand all over the floor inside the building. Here, though, in these homes they're rifling through, there's no such protection. Oh, boy.

When the invitation had gone up, though, Kara was quick to accept. Both scavenging for who-knows-what and keeping an eye out for the rest of them to keep them safe were distractions from the hell plaguing her mind right now when she lets herself think. So, she's not going to think, not about anything rhyming with Schmilgrave. Or... Hank. Or Fressica.

Yeah. None of that.

She doesn't have much to look for herself. Maybe she'll see what Rey picks up for soundproofing because that is surprisingly difficult to figure out, and her house is distinctly lacking in that protection. Otherwise, she's an annoying little ghost in a red cape, blurring from one party member to the other to see if she can help them or keep them from making noise. Following Rey's message, she sends one out of her own-]

un: supergirl: If you all need any help with anything, message me!! And BE CAREFUL!

[Kara's oblivious at first, but halfway along the trek, she feels eyes on her. she glances over her shoulder to find Faith quickly looking away, and... ah-ha. She takes the time to really look Faith over. They haven't seen each other properly since that day in the reset room with Kilgrave. She knows Faith was beaten by Jessica, but there's no bruises or other injuries there now. Slayers must really do heal fast.

Still, that says nothing of Faith's mind and her heart. That's going to take a lot more healing. Kara gets that. She's tempted to reach out, brush her hand against Faith's, just for some comfort, some solidarity, but she has no idea if that would be welcome or not. After all, it had been an act of congress to hug her once.

Instead, they walk in silence, Kara glancing at Faith when Faith isn't glancing at her, and eventually, Kara follows her upstairs, wincing every time one of Faith's boots lands on a stair. Sure, she has enhanced hearing, but the Sound Eaters might too! They don't know!

She types out a ridiculously over-worried message, I could carry you up the stairs! It'd be quieter! but she doesn't get to show it to Faith because they've reached the top, and someone's bedroom. A kid's bedroom. Oh Rao, this is awful to see. At the dinosaur, Kara types out a new message, forgetting to erase her old, panicked one:]

Mike would love that.

[Faith doesn't know she's been followed upstairs, not until she's looking up from the stuffed dino to see Kara there following her into the room. She worries her lips a bit looking back down at it and then typing back. Faith is all too happy to talk about toys and which kids might like them over the things they really ought to. She's going to try and avoid serious conversations for as long as she can and keep her worries to herself.] You think? I wasn't sure if he'd be too old for it?

[Kara appreciates the silent agreement they've come to of "not yet." It's great. She's totally cool with this. (The part of her brain that sounds like, well... all of her friends in turn tells her for the millionth time that this isn't healthy, but. well. oh well!)]

He might be, but I know he has a tiny little toy dinosaur he still plays with. And it might be comforting, even if he pulls the whole "I'm a teenager and too old for toys!" thing, haha.

[Faith smirks and holds it out to her.] You wanna give it to him? See he tries to act all cool but secretly love it? ;)

We both could! You DID find it after all.

[besides, why deny her the quintessential teenager response? that stuff's entertaining! still, for the time being, Kara takes the dino, holding it to her chest.

she glances around the room, at the posters for bands she knows are popular now, on her Earth, and isn't that weird? Are they in the future in Reims? She shakes her head, looking around the room some more. She pulls open a drawer, and there's some folded t-shirts in it, band t-shirts and plain cotton tees. she pulls one out, holding it up to Faith.]

Could replace the one of yours I got a little bloody?

[She eyes the shirt Kara's pulled out reaching out to have a look at it. It's pink. Really, Kara? She takes it holding it up to her front.] It's a bit small. But tight's not necessarily a bad thing. It'll hoist the 'girls' up. [She takes the shirt and a few others and toss them in the bag she's brought with her.]

[Kara steadfastly does not look at any girls, rolling her eyes with a smile. Okay, fine, enjoy the XS tee, Faith.]

Do you think we should take some of this other stuff?
I feel kind of bad about it... But a lot of the kids could use this stuff, and the mattress from this bed could go to someone.

[She looks around at all of it, shrugging.] Yeah, might all be useful. The mattress is bulky, so maybe we should grab it last, or you could fly it back after we're done. There are a lot of kids here. More this last month...

[Faith feels worst for them, really. It sucks to be here, but to be young and have to deal with this bullshit. She can't imagine. Faith grabs some still relatively new looking yet dusty sneakers and puts them into her bag, and then reaches for what looks like a card game of some kind and a small box.]

[ Stubborn drawers suck.

Akira's frowning a little at it, clearly not judging Poe for his attempt. There's a look of consideration before he gives an upward point of a finger - a look of "aha!"

Without explanation, he reaches into his bag, pulling out one of the knives he's obtained from these kinds of excursions. It's small, and it might be small enough to help with this? Only one way to find out...

Even if it doesn't, at least he'll be able to say he tried.

He points from the knife to the drawer, and then moves forward. With that, he begins very gently sliding the knife along the edges of the drawer - maybe it's a matter of a combined problem of paint sweating and a lengthy lack of use?? Or it could just be an internal problem, like with how the metal parts of the drawer don't always line up with the desk itself... ]

[Kara shakes her head, her lips pressed together in a thin line.]

I just don't get it. If that room is tied to the Sound Eaters, if they're somehow bringing us here, then WHY do they need so many kids?
They can clearly make their own kids, so it's not like... It's just awful.

[she doesn't want to think about the whispers of ideas she's seen on the network - that maybe the Sound Eaters used to be the people of Reims. that they could one day turn into something like that. especially not all these kids, geez.]

Maybe it's just because the Sound Eaters are sick fucks. [Faith offers harshly. Maybe there's no reason. Maybe it's just plain and simply cruelty. Maybe children were easiest to kill? Maybe they got some sick perverse joy out of it? Who's to say?

She frowns, slowly opening the closet to have a look inside. There's a puffy blue jacket, a pink softball back, a couple softballs in a box, and a whole pile of old magazines on the floor. Faith reaches out and snatches the softball bat, turning it over in her hands.]

[Rey eventually finds her way up to the second floor, where it's not hard to stumble across Faith in what once used to be a kid's room. Seeing things like this unsettle her, because she can't imagine a world where she might have been able to live such a sheltered and spoiled life. Her eyes scan across the posters before she looks to Faith with a light smile, nodding over toward the stuffed dinosaur.

It's a good idea to grab dolls and toys. The children might like them.

There's some other little stuffed things on a shelf, and Rey makes her way over to grab the one that looks like a bear. Once it's in her bag, she's heading back over to stand near Faith, so they can talk a little. Things are still slightly awkward after the whole staged rescue thing, and Rey really wants to move past that.]

How long do you think these things have been sitting here?

[Rey gives him a fondly exasperated look, amusement briefly crossing her features before annoyance does. Her eyes narrow and she gives a curt shake of her head to tell him to stop trying the drawer. With a pulling motion of her hand, she uses the Force to tug it out of being stuck. It creates a slight noise in the process, but nothing too loud. Hopefully the natural soundproofing the house provides will take care of it.]

What are you looking for in spaces this small?

[Rey's bag is full by the time she ends up stumbling upon Kara downstairs. A smile is given as she struggles to get the bag sealed, and she realizes that she's grabbed a few too many things. So she reluctantly makes her way over to open it back up and start taking things out. She'll have to make some choices about what's the most important. Everything else can just be grabbed later.

She sets out some stuffed dolls and pushes them aside. Not important. There are some clothes, dresses and things that look like they might fit either herself or Kara. Those are also pushed aside. The tools she found out in the garage are kept, and she starts organizing them all in neat piles. Packages of candy from the kitchen are looked over, and she frowns as she tries to figure out if they're safe.]

How long are sweets on your world considered edible?

[Kara watches Rey unpack. It's a surprisingly impressive haul for an abandoned house. the tools make Kara nervous, the potential for them to clank and bump against each other in Rey's bag setting her on edge. she crosses her arms over her chest, reading Rey's message.]

Depends on the sweet? Twinkies apparently survive forever.
The rest... I guess it would just depend on how it looks? I'm not a great judge of this. I ate a lot of fast food before coming here.

[with the exception of the holidays, Kara's life was made up of pizza and Chinese take-out, Rey, sorry.]

Why don't we wrap the tools with the clothes? Might help fit everything better too, and keep them quiet.

[Kara has to bite back a grimly amused snort at Faith's message, and she nods in agreement.]

Definitely.

Nice bat, by the way. Arming yourself?

[She gives the pink bat a slow and quiet test swing.] I dunno. What do you think? Does it suit me?

[Kara grins teasingly.] Oh, definitely. Wear the shirt with it and you could have a new superhero ID! The Pink Lady Panther. I think it has a nice ring to it!

[Faith looks up, tucking the dinosaur into her bag. There's a sad expression on her face when she contemplates the question. The young girl who lived in this room is probably long dead.] I don't know. Years? A hundred?

[The situation with Rey feels like it happened ages ago, so much had happened in the interim. There's only a slight bit of awkwardness from Faith at looking at her. Too much crazy seems to go on around here that it's starting to be hard to keep track.]

Pff. Remind me not to ask you for superhero name ideas. [Although perhaps that went without saying, considering that she went by 'Supergirl'.]

[She ties the bat to her bag.] Wanna look in the other rooms up here?

[she! was not! responsible! for "Supergirl"!!!!! maybe one day she'll post that to the whole network, just to clear the air. still, she nods, gesturing for Faith to lead the way.]

Absolutely! Just... walk carefully.

[after all, it's not like they all can avoid creaking floors by hovering like she starts doing now.]

Okay, mom. [She rolls her eyes at the chiding, eyeing her floating off the ground.] Show off. [With that she makes a show to grabbing her back and comically tip toeing out of the room toward the room across the hall. She'll oil up the hinges on it before giving it an open.]

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