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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.

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)
She leans in again, returning the favor from earlier, trailing her mouth and tongue along Kara's neck line as she tries to work out how the hell to get her costume off.]
you warn for sexual content and I immediately go smooshy goo goo in the next tag instead. WHOOPS.
[her gaze roams over all this new skin, and she can't help but frown a little at the scars, her hands still on Faith's waist. She slides her left around to Faith's belly, her thumb brushing just to the side of the nasty scar on Faith's stomach. What could have caused that? She thought Slayers healed really fast?
She bites her lip, looking up at Faith and wondering if she should ask, if Faith wants to talk about it. Faith doesn't usually want to talk about things, though. Especially not bad things. So, instead, she looks up at her and says, genuinely:] I'm sorry this ever happened to you.
how dare >:|
Slayers did heal fast. But some wounds, it didn't matter how quickly they sealed, they still left their mark. Especially that one marring her belly. And Kara is certainly right in thinking that Faith does not want to talk about it. Not now. If ever. There's too much to unpack, too much to admit. Like the fact that she'd deserved to get stabbed. Hadn't left Buffy much choice, goaded the other Slayer into it. Because Faith had wanted to die at the time...
She doesn't know what to say, so she's quiet, avoiding Kara's gaze, opting instead to run her hands down Kara's arms to ultimately catch hold of Kara's hands to attempt to coax them away from that scar.] Me too. [That's really the only response she can muster.]
it how i do
[once Faith grabs Kara's hands, though, Kara doesn't press the issue further. Instead, she twines her fingers with Faith's and brings her hands up to either side of her head. To all outward appearances, Faith would be holding Kara's arms down, but really, the strength isn't a contest. Enjoying how close it brings Faith down against her, though? That is what really matters. She kisses Faith again, an apology for bringing up old wounds.]
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And she's still here. Still wants her. That's remarkable to Faith and she doesn't understand but's grateful for it.
Her hips grind absently against Kara, her arousal growing tenfold by the moment, soft groans escaping her mouth as they come up for air from each kiss.] Fine, how this for swearing? [She leans in next to Kara's ear again, but this time not to bite it but to purr.] I want to rip your fucking clothes off and make you cum so hard you scream...
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but then Faith is whispering... those things in her ear, and Kara has to shake her hands free so that she can put both of them over her face. She's giggling, but it's not at Faith, and if she weren't hiding her face, Faith would see how blood red it is. It has its desired effect on her, heat pooling right in her belly, and then lower, but she can't believe Faith can just say things like that! Out in the open! With a probably straight face!
Muffled, from beneath her hands, Kara whines:] Oh my Rao, Faith.
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Faith smiles, sitting up and hands moving to do just what she's promised. She's not ripping her suit off or tearing fabric, no, but she is working to get it off, fingers searching out how to peal it off. But she is going slow enough in case Kara wants her to stop.]
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She doesn't feel like laughing now, not as her gaze drags down Faith's body, her previous blush creeping down her chest.]
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Reaching around she unclasps Kara's bra. She doesn't take it off fully once that's done, instead leaving it to hang loosely as her hands come back around to sneak under the fabric and grab hold of each breast, kneading at them in a slow steady pattern that matches the rhythm of her still grinding hips.]
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One of her hands finds Faith's hair, combing through it gently, trying to stay so aware of her strength with every little touch. Her other hand rakes fingernails lightly down Faith's back and then over her jeans, cupping and squeezing Faith's ass, encouraging the movement of her hips.
Yeah, this is definitely a better way to spend this day than crying because Kilgrave told her to.]
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She lets out an approving growl and hiss as Kara's nails move down her back and where they land at her ass. There's a moment where Faith just needs to look down at her, see that flushed skin, the way Kara's heavy breathing makes her chest rise and fall. Her stomach coils and grows warmer. Jesus, she's beautiful.
Faith kisses her again, but her mouth quickly starts to travel back down and catches a nipple between teeth and then lightly flicks it with her tongue. Faith's trying to drive her mad at this point.]
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