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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
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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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WILL YOU STAY OR WILL YOU GO
Lorem Laurel - Comment
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Merlan Margaret O'Keefe | Comment
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A NEW LEADER
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CLOSED
Team Eleven (9S, Tetora, Tony)
[Tony went along to keep the community feeling going with all this opening up with the natives and all. But.]
I don't know the first thing about gardening.
[He can recite the cellular structure of the plants here, name some uses, probably build a bomb. But otherwise...]
I'd say organize by color, but half of what's in here is green. Any suggestions?
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Crashes back in here gomen
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akira kurusu | ota for latter prompt
team four ( akira, ren, naruto, & nicolas ) | cw: animal death
[ A brutal slaughtering of pigeons isn't a thing he'd ever needed to see, to say the least...
Rather than being openly horrified, Akira looks more... not surprised. A very unhappy kind of not surprised. It's well after they've discussed what needs to be done, he's turning towards the one nearest him and signing something that should amount to: ]
No wonder there aren't many animals around here...
[ If he skipped a word, or two... Guess who's more horrified than he's letting on? ]
team two ( akira & emily ) | cw: accidental / involuntary drugging with a sedative
[ Akira hasn't been very hungry since he saw the footage that his group found. He's been too busy feeling a lot of other things - angry, bitter, resentful, distracted... Needless to say, his lacking in memories isn't helping him very much with this.
He doesn't even question the offered snacks - he's been fed by the lady next door to him a decent number of times, so he doesn't suspect anything to go wrong with food from this native? He seems nice, even if clearly concerned, which... Well, who could blame him, right?
It'll help keep everyone calm, huh? Food does usually give people something to focus on - something familiar...?
Little does Akira and Emily know...
The snacks are tainted with a sedative. Everyone who eats this is subject to all the typical side effects that come with taking sedatives - drowsiness, tiredness, poor balance / coordination, slurred speech, trouble focusing...
Alternatively, maybe they just feel suddenly calm and relaxed, and as though suddenly everything in this world isn't so bad... Hopefully not so relaxed that exercising caution with sound is out the window ( PLEASE DON'T DIE BECAUSE OF THEM )...
In any case, it's after about ten or so people have consumed the snacks he's handed out ( and begun reacting in a noticeable way ), Akira will be glancing back to see telling signs that Something Is Up.
He's rushing over to his partner, now. OH GOD WHAT DID THEY DO... ]
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retrowave music plays in the bg hehe
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[The stories he hears from the natives doesn't surprise him. Sora had figured that perhaps not all of the past "otherworlders" had gone home. If they truly went home at all. That's not a question he wants to ask, though. Not yet, anyway.
So he doesn't. They might not know in the first place.
For Sora the idea of traveling to different worlds had always been a dream. The three of them would see them all until they were too old to continue and then settle down on a porch watching the sunset like they always did.
But he's tired. He's been to so many worlds - stuck in one of them for almost three years where he had a family. A husband, sisters and brothers. Parts of himself that are gone now and he hopes they're all living happily somewhere, that they'd want the same for him.
Which is why he doesn't hesitate.]
I'm staying. I'll stay for as long as I can.
ii. locked room for
[After the meeting and his choice to stay, Sora decides to explore the town hall a little more. It is going to be part of his home from now on. He opens doors and checks all the rooms, just to see what's inside of them. A ball of light hovers over him to illuminate as much of the rooms as possible.
Coming to a larger room and Sora has to step inside in order to see the other side properly. The door shuts quietly behind him. There's something moving at the other end.
Sora sends his light zooming across to see what it is.]
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lorem laurel; original character ; open.
[ when discovering she and the others came across the box of usbs, lorem had thought that they, at best, had found something useful for those who were interested in gadgets and machinery back in the town. usbs were rare where lorem is from, too expensive and costly to make for the average citizen. she perhaps had taken one or two for herself (after asking for permission!) for later use when the devices come up empty. those that have material in them - be it work or photos - lorem gently insists they give to the townsfolk. maybe some of these belong to the families.
and then the footage featuring the sound eaters is discovered.
when the clip finally stops playing, it’s clear to anyone there that lorem is upset by this revelation - lips drawn to a thin line, expression grave and trouble. a hand of hers is holding onto a fistful of her jumpsuit so hard that her knuckles are turning white from the pressure and stress.
finally lorem leans back and makes the motions of sighing. she can’t even trust herself to sigh in fear that it’ll be too loud after what she’s seen. she fumbles for her device, her message/opinion on the situation a firm one: ]
We need to tell them.
( ooc note; hey teammates! feel free to tag each other in this prompt too! )
ii; will you stay or will you go. (open)
[ after all has been said and done, lorem is quick to make up her mind. she had been hesitant to say anything first. memories of what happened before her arrival here - the mutineers' last stand. the ship nearly imploding. radiance. - makes her want to say no, to say sorry but she's needed somewhere.
but then she hears in detail what they've been through all the time and her heart hurts by the end. it seems wrong to leave them. after all they've tried to do for them since their arrival, it seems only right to help in return.
so her mind is made up and lorem is curious. are the others as moved? are the others still determined to go home? lorem wants to ask the person next to her what their plans maybe but... she's suddenly now aware of the eyes that look over her way every now and then. the townsfolk, ever nervous and patient, trying to watch for their reactions or the movement of their lips.
wanting some measure of privacy, lorem pulls out her device and sends out her question: ]
Are you planning to stay?
ii; will you stay or will you go. (for alex)
[ when she’s certain of her choice and she’s spoken to some of the townsfolk of her tentative plans - trying to gauge their reactions to her proposal and so far, so good if the small smiles and murmurs of approval are anything to go by - lorem looks for somewhere quiet(er) for this particular conversation.
she pulls out her device and sends out a quick message, craning her neck around the hall all the while. just in case. ]
Alex! I haven’t seen you at all yet. Are you here?
iii; still starcrossed. (for richie)
[ lorem had expected a lot of things from this meeting. revelations. tough decisions. a lot of awkward staring in the world's most peculiar game of chicken. she was ready for that.
getting asked to help in the issues of the heart? not so much.
it- it happens so fast, really. one minute she's about to ask a boy if he's seen a friend of hers. the next a young woman, her eyes wide and full of tears, approaches them and begins to spill her woes about her beloved and needing to speak with them someway, somehow. and then she's just gone. taken away ber her unhappy mother before anything else can be done.
after lorem pinches her arm to make sure she isn't dreaming now, she looks at her new companion with a puzzled, wide-eyed look. ]
... Well now. That was- That was extraordinary, wasn't it?
iv;; wildcard!!!
[ want to do something else? use this prompt or hit me up via my hmd or my plurk, prognostic, if you want to plot specifics! ]
still starcrossed.
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will you stay or will you go (un: pipedreams)
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YELLS LOUDLY I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS, I AM SO SORRY
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noctis lucis caelum | final fantasy xv ( ota )
SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO NOW.
WILDCARD.
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Rei Ayanami | Evangelion | OTA
[Rei listened to the exchange impassively and without reaction. Much like the revelations of the videos, she did not make any big outward signs that anything had affected her. Internally, it felt like a level of strangeness that matched an angel's attack, save that people like her appeared out of the red dust. Keeping in mind that the sound eaters, when young, looked like insane children it felt eerily like they were the ones who emerged from the dust and were not sound eaters, but that thought came with far too many assumptions. It was best, for now, to simply treat it as an angel attack, one where she was without the commander or her unit, and tasked to maintain silence.
She did not show any anger to the natives. What they had kept to themselves was no real betrayal. Why tell people mere guesswork? Finally, the question was asked if she would remain and she shook her head. Even when whispers were allowed, she was still prone to being quiet by her very nature. But no, she had no intention of remaining here permanently. It was not to say that she would not help the locals while she was here, but she had a purpose, a task, and she was not about to betray it.
Looking around, though, she was a little curious what the others would do, and why. Human behavior could be so strange.]
Knitting Circle
[Rei had been assigned to knit, and she was perfectly content doing that. Was she a good knitter? That was up for debate. She was not awful at the task, though, and quickly picked up the necessary skills to do it at least competently, though it would be a while before she really perfected it.
To anyone stuck working with her, though, she was an eerie and quiet companion. Every single day, at the assigned time, she was there exactly on time, almost robotically. She sat down and began to work without a single comment on her device. She didn't look up during the entire work period, and when it was finished and the assigned tasks shifted to soundproofing for the day, she would get up and leave without a word on the device.
It was the same each day, one after another almost automatically, like she was just used to going through the motions of existence that were assigned to her. Only if someone spoke to her, reacted to her presence or did something that she felt a need to respond to did she.]
Soundproofing Duties (House 4)
[Rei was a regular in maintaining the soundproofing on House 4. She could be seen around the building daily, double-checking the outside soundproofing with explicit care. Inside of the house, though, she was making a project of increasing the soundproofing as much as possible in rooms that she felt were more likely to produce small amounts of noise, no matter what people tried.
Anyone who wanted to, though, could join her and while she was usually quiet, she did look a little relieved for the added help. As methodical as this work was, more eyes always made sure that the work was done properly after all.]
Clean Up Crew (Closed to Ignis)
[When people began to request to become permanent residents, there was a need to clean up and soundproof the apartments for them. Rei had no interest in calling herself a permanent resident, but the rooms would still need to be prepared, and she was perfectly willing to do this work. Having been tasked to do this with a relative stranger, she looked over at the man assigned to be with her and cocked her head before looking at the mess.]
Where do you want to begin?
[Business first with her, always.]
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(OOC: Feel free to start a reasonable prompt in and around the community if you want to run into Rei. She can be easily missed at times, but she doesn't exactly keep herself scarce.)
Clean Up Duty!
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Majima Gorō | Yakuza 0
[ After the initial shock of the shared footage had died down, Majima set his device down and headed to the garden to try and digest things offline, where he could maybe make more sense of the information and decide what to do next.
Only there wasn’t actually anything he could do about it, at least not immediately. The people of Reims, local and otherwise, had claimed not to know much more than the arrivals had already known or guessed. Whatever the truth, it was clear they were frightened and even clearer they didn’t know the full picture – so what was the point of trying to make them cough up more details by force?
Answer: There was none.
Should he see or sense anyone pass by, he’d turn to sign to them: ]
So that fuckin’ happened.
And if I stay it will be double
[ A local woman was pulling at Majima's arm, gesticulating excitedly with her hands -- only she was moving so fast he couldn't catch half of what she was saying. ]
Slow down, can't understand --
[ They seemed to be heading past the assigned houses and into a residential area, and while Majima was a tall enough guy that he really shouldn't be letting petite French ladies shoo him around, well. She was being pretty insistent. If someone should pass by, he'd sign: ]
Little help?
[ ooc: Majima's moving into a new place and this is that! ]
Build a bomb shelter basement with titanium walls (Team Seventeen)
[ It was a stupid, newbie mistake -- the only consolation Majima had was that he wasn't used to doors closing soundlessly, and that was cold comfort in the instant he turned to watch his exit swing silently closed --
He grabbed for the handle, but no dice. The lock had engaged without so much as an audible click.
Well, shit. ]
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[ For your custom starter needs! ]
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Kara | Supergirl
[Kara's not expecting to stumble, quite literally, across a box on her doorstep. it's a small box, and she brings it inside before untying the twine wrapped around it. inside is a note: find the others. watch me. come to where you first arrived.
the latter is easy enough to figure out, but who's the others? The whole community? the natives, or arrivals like her? still, she's got nothing else better to do yet, so she starts making her way to the reset room, cape flowing behind her, note in hand.
when she arrives, there's three other faces in the reset room - all of them confused but not in that way that Kara is beginning to associate with death. with them is a laptop - an actual laptop - set on one of the work station tables Jan and Rosa had installed.
It's open to a video, paused at the beginning and ridiculously short. Kara pulls out her device.]
Have any of you watched it yet?
Will You Stay or Will You Go? (open)
[Kara listens quietly, leaned back against a wall of the Town Hall, her arms crossed in front of her and the heel of one red boot resting on the toe of the other. There's a wrinkle in her brow as she processes what she's hearing, especially after all the footage has become known. It's a lot to take in - what all happened. So much of it doesn't make sense: where did the Sound Eaters come from? Why do some people not get reset - not even just natives. Some of them could possibly not come back!
She steadfastly refuses to think about what that implies for if she's forced to kill again.
Instead, she touches the arm of the first person she runs into as the talk wraps up with Constance, and the buzz of annoyed and worried people reaches a fevered pitch.]
Hey, are you okay after all of that?
Can We Build It? (closed to lucky team 13/Qetzi)
[Kara's surprised at the message she receives, from a native she doesn't recognize the name of, asking for her help. she'll give it, willingly, but it's still surprising. Verdrel Square... that's where she met Lorem! It's a beautiful place, and just thinking about it makes Kara a little bit happier.
The request, though, is to build a fence around it, with a gate synced to their device, some kind of monitoring system. That's... weird. Why would they need that? Still, they've been here longer than she has, and survived longer than she has, so with a shrug, Kara searches out her work partner on the network to message them.
un: kdanvers Hi there! Did you just get a message about some fence project too?
Happy Little Trees (open!! precursor to the silent movie nights - post tbd. set 3/1-3/5)
[everyone is processing all the news, and things are... well, they're always quiet. But things are still, eerily so. Kara has nothing to do, sitting in a bigger-than-needed house all day with nothing but her thoughts and a television hooked up to a rigged solar panel that she's pretty sure Tony Stark would laugh at. A lot. She's kind of been avoiding showing it to him.
It's during this stillness that there's a brush at the door, an attempt to push it open, but Kara has a chair pushed against the handle. she x-rays through the wood to see one of the natives, one of the demonstrators next to Constance when they had first arrived. she's holding... a huge basket, with the sleeves of her jumpsuit rolled up, and Kara hops up to open the door. behind the woman, a few more natives spill in, all carrying supplies that Kara doesn't... have any idea what the use of them is for.
With some explanation, she discovers they're here to help her soundproof. One slips her a text saying it's a thank you, and Kara has no idea for what. She's failed her job so many times now.
It's not just soundproofing, though! They've brought... a ton of supplies. There's paint, in bright and sunny colors, and some stuff from home - oh gosh, her blankets. Each day, the natives bring something new with them as they help her soundproof her entire house, holy toledo. At one point, they carry in baskets of flavored popcorn, and Kara can feel her mouth watering. On another day, they carry in couches, and then on the last day, beds, that Kara quickly grabs from them, oh geez. They shouldn't be lifting that much!
As they work, Kara gets to work painting. After they finish soundproofing a room, Kara paints it. Because everyone is so in-and-out right now, her door is open, for anyone to walk by and inspect a yellow-paint-covered Kara, hair pulled back in a messy, curly ponytail, painting her walls an dancing silently to a song stuck in her head. Hit me, baby, one more time!]
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[need Supergirl? Need Kara? Cool! Bring me what you got! Or contact me at
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Team One (Shouta, 9S, Lorem, Teddy)
[Needless to say, 9S is ecstatic to find something like this. His teeth flash in a little grin as they uncover the box and find piles of USBs inside, and he's left in awe at the sheer size of their find.
With odds like this, they're bound to find something on at least one of these devices.
The USBs were worn, and the box had clearly been sitting out in the elements for awhile. The information on these things had to be decades old. It might even teach them about what this world was like before the Sound Eaters.
And it was in a digital format!
He looks up at the rest of his group, signing in quick, confidence.]
This is what I was made for! Let me sort through these, okay? I can process and organize the information on these USBs in a few hours or less, depending on their density.
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Kilgrave | Jessica Jones
[Kilgrave listens attentively to everything the natives have to say in the town hall meeting. More and more he's feeling the urge to get out, which is probably not helped by the fact that he's spending most of his time trapped inside his own home. So when the natives offer up the chance to become a permanent member of the community, his answer is an immediate no. No way. He wants out and even after everything that has happened, the worst thing about this place is still the fact that he can't fucking leave.
As the community is given the chance to ponder their decision, he turns to the nearest adult and shakes his head in disbelief.]
Christ. Why would anyone want to stay here?
[NB. Kilgrave will not talk to children, as per his terms with Jessica.]
2. A missing child - closed to Mikoto
[When one of the natives asks him to locate a missing child his first reaction is disbelief. He has literally been banned from talking to children. Is this some kind of sick test? Are they already setting him up to fail? The thought he'd had when he first arrived flickers through his mind again: that this is his own personal hell. Everything about this world seems designed to torment him. No one has said as much, but maybe the not knowing is part of the torture too.
Who the fuck knows. He never believed in an afterlife, but he's come back three times now so death is starting to feel pretty meaningless anyway.
Maybe there's a way he can turn this to his advantage. Save a child, do some good. Get the natives on his side.
He's assigned some guy he doesn't know as his supervising partner – though not one of the natives by the look of him. Kilgrave doesn't much care; he's glad to get some fresh air, even if it's chilly. They decide to go north, passing by the greenhouse. Kilgrave looks on ahead. He's aware that the sand paths don't go on much longer.]
Hope they didn't go off the path. It can't be much further here.
[He shows the message to Mikoto, expression grim. Why couldn't the stupid kid just have stayed at home?]
3. Wild card
[Anything else you want! If you're new to playing with Kilgrave, please read his permissions post before tagging.]
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3 brings a shitshow to you sooooorrrryyy
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Faith Lehane | Buffy: The Vampire Slayer | ota
[Is Faith surprised the natives don't really know what's going on? Of course not. They'd always seemed pretty clueless to be honest. But the question of whether she wants to become a member of the town... a fine respectable citizen? Well, shit. Faith not really sure. The sound proofed apartment is pretty hard to pass up. Still this wouldn't be the first time she'd had a nice apartment flashed in her face as a bribe.
She turns to the person at the meeting beside her.] There's gotta be a catch, right? We agree and something terrible happens?
Painting Time- for A2 and open
[Look. Faith's no interior decorator. The natives asked her and A2 what colors they liked for painting the apartment walls. Since A2 hadn't cared, Faith had been all too happy to pick for the both of them.
So, sorry everyone who's choosing to live in the apartments near the Reset Room. You're new apartment is going to be painted in black and red paint. Faith doesn't think it looks so bad, maybe a touch like a brothel...? Oops?
Okay maybe it is bad. But blame the natives they were the ones to give her this power! All the same Faith throws herself into the work. She's got paint brushes and rollers, painters tape and plastic tarps. She's also got on her old jumpsuit to save her good clothes. Shes rolling on a coat of black onto the apartment wall in front of her. She may be reconsidering her choices... but she's committed now. No going back.]
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Will You Stay Or Will You Go?
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will you stay or will you go also SORRY
I forgive you, ;)
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will you stay or will you go / wildcard
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will you stay or go? it's a theme and a thing....
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shows up late without starbux
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kylo ren ⋆ star wars ⋆ ota
[ Théâtre des Deux Rives needs its signs repainted and someone, foolishly, has nominated Kylo Ren for the job.
Dressed in one of his old jumpsuits, he bends to pop the lid of one of the paint tins. The oily sheen of the paint (black) makes him think of ink. ]
PEACE THROUGH SUPERIOR FIREPOWER – TRAINING: VERDREL SQUARE. OPEN.
[ He’s rusty.
The weapon returned to him isn’t the weapon he knows, not the weapon he’s used for over six years and reacquainting himself with it will take time.
Even so, there is something invigorating in moving through the forms. Careful, precise. The white beam cuts through the air in silent sweeps and arcs that gradually gain speed and momentum; he’s never been one for flourishes but is tempted all the same.
He is covered in sweat, muscles aching, before he breaks. Taking a pull on one of the water bottles he’d brought with him as he settles against the fountain. ]
WILDCARD.
[ What it says on the tin: Kylo has—tentatively—accepted the offer to remain as a community member and will therefore be moving out of his room in house ten and into a house with Teddy; feel free to catch him in the process of moving his meager belongings over.
Otherwise, you can probably find him out and about the town doing his job (sand paths) or on his way to or from the library. Of course if you have an idea for a starter or just wanna do something feel free to hit me up either via pm or at
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Team Nine
[She's farther out today than she's gone before, but the sand paths are constantly being expanded and Max is naturally curious. She spots something odd off the path she's on, in a field of grass, but she can't tell what it is without a closer look. She glances around and then hesitantly steps onto the grass, moving quietly and slowly, staring at the foreign symbols painted in bright red in a circular pattern.
What the hell? There's something in the middle. A mound of dust or dirt or something, but she can't bring herself to move past the outer boundary where the symbols are. A chill travels down her spine and she pauses when she catches sight of another person approaching.]
sorry for the delay! feel free to ignore if this is too late
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Will you stay or will you go
Yes, you will provide me with a place to stay.
[ There's something imperious, impatient, in the thing she says. Although she says it, however, it is not her true feeling. There had had been something to living with others again. Any of her former housemates will know as much, no matter how she tries to hide it. She had always been poking her head in to look at them, to listen to their conversations, even if she had sourly kept herself on the edges of them. She had been quick to pick arguments over mess and rules, not because she cared that much, but because she seemed not to know how to start a conversation any other way. Anyone with an ounce of cleverness will have seen this in her. Her scowls try to hide loneliness, and fail when you see her wear them more than a few days in a row.
And even in demanding her solitude, it's just an attempt to hide. To give herself a place where she can curl up and remain uncaring about the foolish people around her. Already some of the people she recognized have disappeared, and she can only assume they are lost to her; if not outright dead. She has enough ghosts of her own without collecting them further.
She crosses her arms, and turns away from the council of natives, walking past the other visitors with her eyes down. ]
Therefore I lie with her
Why do they think we need a leader at all?
[ She doesn't bother to keep that question quiet, at all. ]
None of you are any more capable than any other. We all, equally, know nothing.
TEAM THIRTEEN -- FENCE BUIDLING -- STILL OTA
[ She is working with Kara Danvers to build a fence, a simple enough thing... but once the structure of it is built, she goes back in for another task. She has scratched out a number of wards into small sheaves of paper. A series of interconnected shapes, triangles and circles, lines sometimes parallel or perpendicular, old runes, and a kind of gibberish latin. In the center of each, a bloody thumb print. She uses a roll of wide-clear tape to fully cover and affix each of her sheaves to the fence.
Her kind are of the Solomonic tradition, anagramming Christian rites into profanity. For those inclined to know such things. ]
Therefore I lie with her
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kamala khan (ms. marvel) | marvel 616 | open
[Kamala is visibly distraught by all this. She has held out hope that if she's patient enough, the way home should present itself or one of the geniuses will figure out how to cross dimensions or something along those lines. The fact that this has been going on for generations already doesn't bode well for any of them. Still, she already knows her choice. She could never abandon hope of reuniting with her family. She can't join them even while still considering everyone a community.
That doesn't stop her from asking anyone (unless for some reason they were banned from talking to children!) what they think.]
What are you going to do?
wildcard;
[Open to anything! Just pm if you need to discuss it first.]
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team eight task
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cw alcoholism
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For Erik
Offering a hello to the man he's scheduled to work with, for the most part Jake is content to go about the job in silence, dutifully lining up a row of chairs while the man works on another. His gaze keeps finding its way back to a cluster of natives talking among themselves. Speakers at the meeting? He too far to hear what they're saying with his ears, but he can listen in other ways. Or try to...
As he sets a chair down, his brows pull together in a taut look of concentration that Erik might recognize from a mile off. Body present, mind elsewhere. He absently continues to open and fold chairs, but eventually multitasking gets to be too much and he stops, hands paused on the back of a chair while he stretches out toward the minds gathered in the room, trying to touch them, glean what they might be planning to say.]
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