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MOD LOG #2

MOD LOG #2
Now we're back to the beginning
Content Warnings: Death, apocalypse, a shit storm generally, pigeon death
Themes: Survival, plot
As noted on the ooc plotting post, this prompt is in the form of a Network Post via the native who runs the Bulletin Board. The post can be found here. Out of the five separate teams, all groups decided to share the footage they found. On the morning of the first, the footage will go live as a compilation in order of oldest to newest. Character's devices will update at the same time. The weather is overcast and sullen, befitting the news, and characters can talk to each other on the network post or play out their reactions on the log here.
Will you stay or will you go
Content Warnings: NONE
Themes: Survival, plot
On the morning of the second, the locals will call a meeting at town hall. All soundproofing and partnering rules apply - find a person and help soundproof the area. This is so that everyone can speak during the meeting. The found footage has unsettled the natives and after the community takes a seat, Constance will share some interesting backstory. As one of the oldest members of the community, Constance wasn't alive when the Sound Eaters first came but she heard stories from her great grandmother. The 'tales' have taken twists and turns over time, leaving the survivors with a watered down version of events that amounts to - they came and everyone had to be quiet.
An elderly native will come forward and admit that they arrived through the Reset Room when they were a teenager and have been living there ever since. They tried to get home and they could never find away. Most interestingly, to those that listen closely to his story, is that he came with a sibling who was killed by a Sound Eater and wasn't Reset. Yet, he's known people to come through the Reset Room, die, and come back. Piping up from the background, another local mentions that those born in the world they're in now (natives) aren't reset when they die. It's not something they have any real understanding of. Arrivals tend to disappear at random times, stay in the community, or leave; those that choose to depart and explore the world never make it very far. Whether this is from Sound Eaters alone or someone or something else, the natives don't know. It's obvious they are frightened and don't go beyond what they know is safe.
The natives will now ask the characters if they will stay as permanent members of the community. If they choose to, they will be given the option to take on an apartment that is completely soundproofed, furnished, and will be accepted completely by the natives. This can open up doors for characters to become important parts of the community. No character has to agree to become permanent members. If a character chooses not to, the arrangement they're in will stay the same until a few months from now when the natives ask again. Arrivals are given the chance to talk to one another so that they can decide and digest the new information. There is also a comment below to ask the natives questions 'in front of' the entire community.
ooc: Players have until apps close this upcoming round to comment to the housing page saying that their character chose to be permanent members and are taking an apartment. The apartment is located closer to the Reset Room and are either one or two bedrooms; please note which one your character is taking.
Therefore I lie with her
Content Warnings: NONE
Themes: Survival, plot
The native Constance, who hands out the devices, has decided to step back from a leadership role and has submitted the names of those that she believes could lead the group better than she has. Please vote responsibly. During dinner, a group meal prepared and served in the town hall, slips of paper will be passed around with a pencil for everyone to vote. They will be anonymous unless the person chooses to share out loud who they voted for. There won't be much time for campaigning, but candidates are allowed to do so if they'd like - either handwaved or through their own posts/top-levels.
THE CANDIDATES:
- Frank Castle
- Erik Lehnsherr
- Teddy Upsilon
- Richie Tozier
- Akira Kurusu
- Merlan O'Keefe
OOC
From your mods:
Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

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She watches as Kara comes over to let her in, trying to search the other woman's face to work out the problem. She's crying, that's clear enough. But why? She can take a few guesses, but can't be sure.
The window open, Faith crawls inside with a lithe movement, reaching for hand holds on the window sill and sliding inside feet first. She moves to close the window behind her, before turning back to Kara. Only now she's no idea what to do. She chances a whisper, since they're inside.] What's wrong?
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Maybe she won't get Faith killed too, today at least.]
I'm... I've failed everyone. No one is safe here and I'm supposed to make them safe. What good am I? The kids look up to me and they absolutely shouldn't, I'm terrible, I'm just -
[she cuts off her self-pitying babble with another choked sob, pressing her forehead against her knees and crying quietly. sorry, Faith.]
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Her head starts shaking at every word Kara's speaking.] You're not terrible. Don't you dare say that... you're the best person I know. [Like, annoyingly so. At least at first. There's a tentative moment and then Faith reaches out, a hand reaching to rest on Kara's shoulder. Providing comfort to people isn't something she's used to but she'll try. For Kara.]
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[Kara's heart hurts when Faith says that. Some subconscious part of her locks it away for better times because right now, all she can think is how she doesn't deserve that. She's not the best person - she's not even a good person.
She looks up at Faith and scoots closer the second Faith reaches out to touch her, laying her head on Faith's shoulder. She shouldn't take this comfort, but she wants it.]
I'm sorry, I know... oh Rao, you've been through so much, and I just couldn't. I should have helped you, I should have been there. I'm too late for everything and everyone. I'm sorry.
[Jessica dying. Frank dying. Faith being strapped to a chair, trapped by her friends so that she couldn't be controlled by Kilgrave. The cuts and scars on her arms from the zip ties. All the posts in the network since then - Akira dying, Aaron dying, the native falling to her death on the trip. So much pain and death. She could have saved them all. She's fast, she's strong, and the panic claws inside of her, choking her.]
CW: panic, death talk, general sadtimes
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I don't know. Punched Kilgrave in his stupid face. [she uses her blanket then to wipe her eyes, sighing.]
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[It's become a theme really, Faith blaming herself so easily but forgiving those she cares for everything. But she doesn't view it as hypocrisy. But she's never been very kind to herself. She's trying, but some habits are hard to break.]
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[Faith's quiet laugh brings her back from the edge a little more, a few more steps backwards back to safety, calmness. She sniffles before sighing hard again, leaning heavily on Faith.]
You should try acting when we escape here. I never knew he was... you know. Doing his stuff to you, that first night. [she drags her teeth over her lip, guilt welling up anew inside her.] I should have known.
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She grimaces at Kara's compliment. She would have loved to have been less convincing, to have someone have guessed she was being controlled sooner.] He made me, Kara. I couldn't let anyone know. Had to be as convincing as I could be... [She'd no choice.] I was screaming in my head, hoping anyone would be able to tell. But you'll drive yourself crazy thinking of what if? I could have listened when we were warned about him? Hid? Gotten ear plugs or something. But I didn't do jack. Nothing we can do about it now, but try to be better.
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Then again, wasn't he one of the ones she failed? That was her whole job, her whole purpose: protect Kilgrave. And he's died twice now. Who knows how many more times Jessica or anyone else will kill him before they get out of here. Should she protect him from that? She'd told him she wouldn't, but...
That's what she's here for.
Kara inhales deeply, trying to squelch the growing panic, keep it from erupting again.]
I'm so tired of feeling this way, Faith. I can't stop thinking about everyone who's died. He's making me think about it, and I know he made me think about it, but it's just... this movie, in my head, and I can't stop replaying it. And he hurt you so much, I just... I hate that he did that.
[she turns then, pressing her face into Faith's neck.]
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[Faith turns then, so that she can look Kara in the eyes. She can't stop the hand that goes to a teary cheek, trying to wipe away the still flowing tears.]
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None of that matters. He still hurt you.
cw: vague reference to previous abuse
Kara... lots of people have hurt me. He doesn't even rank in the top 5.
[Her childhood had been anything but happy. And her mother anything but present or aware of what happened to her daughter.]
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But she can't help the instant burning feeling of guilt that she couldn't have protected Faith then, just like now. She's not even sure what to say, really, shaking her head.]
Faith... [she leans in, her comforter still in both hands, and pulls Faith in for a hug, the comforter draping around them both on the bed. she rests her forehead against Faith's and sighs, holding her close.]
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But Kara's right there, forehead against hers. And she's just staring right into Faith's eyes. Her throat feels tight and part of her wants to push away. She's never been good at feelings. At opening up. At letting anyone see. But she doesn't. Instead another instinct kicks in and Faith is leaning in to do what's she's been thinking about doing since the Town Hall.
Her lips press firmly against Kara's, hoping to god she didn't push away, still somewhat worried that she'd misread the situation from earlier and she's crossing a line now.]
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her hands fall down to Faith's waist, and she wishes they weren't sitting so awkwardly, legs all in the way and keeping them apart.
after a minute, Kara pulls back with a smile and a quiet huff of a laugh, her cheeks still wet but tinged pink. there's the scarcest bit of space between them. she wants to stay as close to Faith as she can.]
Well... wow. That's as nice as I remember it being.
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I've been wanting to do that since the Town Hall... [She admits softly, her hands still on Kara's back but slowly tracing circles against her shirt.]
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Screw this, why keep talking when they could be kissing more? and Kara does, pressing her lips to Faith's. It's every bit the perfect distraction, and even with his compulsion, for this singular moment, Kara doesn't think about who she's failed, the dangers they're in, how disappointed she's been. All she wants to do is kiss Faith.]
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Her hands go right for Kara's face and she's kissing her back fiercely. Eventually tongues get involved too, because there's only so much restraint Faith can show at a time like this.]
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Her comforter and her cape are all tangled up around them, enveloping them in their own private little bubble all the more, and Kara breaks off the kiss just to plant gentle, light kisses down along Faith's jaw to just under her ear and down her neck. Faith's skin is warm, and Kara's going to kiss it as long as she can.]
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Her hands feel around Kara's suit as she straddles her, ultimately slipping under the red skirt to rest on her legs. She felt so soft, it didn't really make sense to her how someone invulnerable could be that soft.] F-Fuck... [Faith curses with a gasp, eyes closing Kara starts in peppering kisses down her throat, her hands tightening their grip on Kara's thighs and letting out a soft shudder.]
content warning: sexy times. at least sexy makeout times.
Are you okay?
[as for herself, she's so okay. No thoughts of Kilgrave, none of his disgusting hold on her. This is the most okay she's been in awhile, probably since arriving here. There's a swell of excitement when she feels Faith's hands on her thighs, over her tights even, and she won't press further, not until she gives Faith a chance to check in, but gosh does she want more.]
Re: content warning: sexy times. at least sexy makeout times.
I was okay, until you stopped... [Faith nearly dives back in, leaning in close, but she stops. It's very unlike her to have caution, but she wants to follow Kara's lead here, terrified of screwing something up.] Are you?
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That she has to just think about Faith when she's right there, under her. She shakes her head, breaking out of the black and white romcom reverie, sitting back to look at Faith, her face flushed and her smile warm.]
I am just... ridiculously okay. Promise.
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[In a flash, although for Kara she'll probably see the move a mile away, she spins them both around on the bed, turning to place Kara underneath her instead, Faith now laying over top of her. Grinning, she stares down at her 'captured prize'. And then her lips are on her again. She's doesn't think she'll be getting tired of that feeling any time soon.]
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cw: sexual themes ahead (bow-chika-wow-wow)
you warn for sexual content and I immediately go smooshy goo goo in the next tag instead. WHOOPS.
how dare >:|
it how i do
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