1 -- shout, let it all out (open log)

[nishizono]

Featuring: tetora (nishizono) and anybody!
What's happening: soundproofing people's houses, open to prompts, do whatever floats your boat
Day/s: the whole of march
Content warning: profane/nsfw language, possible graphic depictions/narrations of violence

i. soundproofing shenanigans
[ tetora was given, in exchange for his knives and other items, a task to do — soundproofing maintenance. it's an easy enough job, if tedious, but tetora hates owing people anything as much as he hates being chased, and he hates being chased a lot. so work it is — tetora sets out, door to door, and waits for residents to notice him before he gets to work.

if you find someone randomly loitering at your doorstep at some point this month? it's this guy, and he's here to protect your house from noise. ]

ii. wildcard!
[ leave me a prompt and i'll roll with it! for suggestions and questions, contact me through pm, discord (lucxy#3832), or superdick. ]

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i, new house who dis

[justbeingknife]

[ Somehow, Tetora was the last person he'd expected to see this morning (at least not without a knife in hand). For his part, Majima had several long, flat boxes tucked under his arm -- board games, by the look of them, which he was transferring over to his new residence. ]

What's up?

yo what up

[nishizono]

[ tetora raises his hand in a lazy wave in greeting, slouched back against the front steps. he's dressed in something other than a jumpsuit, for a change; he'd gotten his clothes back, if divested of the many metal rivets and decorations that would make some kind of sound when they snag into something. ]

Your weekly scheduled sound maintenance guy, at your service.

Gonna let me in?

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima gestured around back, where the entrance to the basement was. Also guess who finally got his suits back it was this guy!! ]

Let's start with downstairs, then. I got a setup started, and I wanna make sure it's quiet as I can get it.

[ Around back was an above-ground entrance to what had likely once been someone's rec room. In the corners was a burnished wood minibar, the counter of which Majima set down the boxes. ]

They finally gave ya back your clothes, I see.

i.

[deadboywalking]

[Will is very devoted to and protective of the new Castle Wheeler-Byers, and has spent the last day or so focused 100% on painting the walls and setting up furniture and making it perfect. So when he opens the door, intent on going and finding another chair (the RIGHT chair, thanks very much, gotta go with the general aesthetic) and finds a stranger on the porch, he's more annoyed than startled.

Have a suspicious squint, stranger.]

are you...selling something?

[nishizono]

[ tetora blinks at the words on his device screen, not understanding the meaning behind it before he remembers - ah, door to door sellers. tetora would laugh if he could without being ripped to shreds. he shakes his head at the kid in front of him, before texting back: ]

i'm here to help soundproof your house.
locals put me up to it in exchange for getting my stuff back.

[deadboywalking]

[Ohhhh, that makes a lot more sense. Will nods slowly, leaning against the doorframe and wrinkling his nose thoughtfully.]

they didn't just...let you have it back? how come?

for majima

[nishizono]

[ tetora shows up after a short while, taking way more time than he wishes he did to get from point a to point b. it's not because he wants to make the other man wait; the fault falls squarely on the strictly-no-sound policy. when he's at the door, tetora fires off a quick text and says: ]

dude i'm at the door.

[justbeingknife]

[ The door opened soundlessly inward, and to Tetora's credit, Majima didn't even bother explicitly inviting him inside or checking to see if he closed the door properly, just put up a hand in greeting and walked on back to the kitchen.

There was a dining table set up, with a couple of chairs and some odd mismatched silverware, likely scavenged from elsewhere. ]

Take a load off, it's almost done.

[ And that sure was the smell of roasting fish wafting out from the oven. ]

[nishizono]

[ the smell of roasting fish shouldn't draw such a visceral reaction from him, but it does, because something in tetora is yearning to inhale, and loudly, and what comes out of it is a half-annoyed sigh that drifts in the silence of the room.

god, he's fucking hungry. and missing home food. ]

so is there anything you can't do?

i. house 6

[morphogenia]

[Oh stranger lurking outside. That always bodes well. Nevertheless, Kamala opens the door and offers a cheerful wave in response before typing up a message.] Can I help you?

[nishizono]

routine quiet maintenance, apparently. locals gave me a job to do.

[ to show for it, he waves at the gear he's taken along with him, all of it neatly packed in a soundproofed bag. ]

think you could let me in?

i

[kiljoy]

[Kilgrave has his own private residence which has now been soundproofed. He'll be seeing a lot of it this month. Tetora is probably going to have to lurk outside for a few minutes or else make Kilgrave look up from his laptop by waving through a window, but eventually he does attract Kilgrave's attention.

He's suspicious. Kilgrave recognises him: the guy who was so eager to get his knives back. So what is he doing here? A house call? Guard duty?

Screw it. At least it's someone to talk to. He's bored out of his mind. So Kilgrave gets up and opens the door, looking his visitor up and down.]

Wasn't expecting visitors today. What are you doing here?

[nishizono]

[ tetora remembers him too, what with his dark suit and distinct features being so memorable. tetora waves idly and shrugs; he's here for a reason, and that reason is his things still in the locals' possession. he's given up on his guns being returned, but the rest of them is worth a try for. ]

here to do some maintenance on your sound levels, so
hinge oiling, soundproofing, that sort of thing
you know, tedious work

[ tetora nods at the door, this time. wanna let me in? ]

for lilithsoul (closed)

[nishizono]

[ bags are packed, ready to go.

tetora sends rei a message the very same moment he's done packing his bag with some essentials, as well as a notepad for him and rei to take notes on. he figures he could write in kanji just to save space, assuming that he and rei share a common language that isn't just english. he'll be waiting for her at the edge of the main area where the locals have relegated them to stay, and waves at her when she arrives. ]

[lilithsoul]

[Rather than a wave, she simply nodded and made her way over. His assumption that she could read kanji was, blessedly, absolutely correct. Japanese was her native tongue, after all, though she knew English well enough. Once he had come close enough, she motioned for him to take point.

If they were going to get mapping supplies and chart this area, she trusted he had a first idea where he wanted to go.]

for beyourzoomer (closed)

[nishizono]

[ true to his word, tetora's at house 11 with his gear shouldered across his body. he waves at the girl - who turns out to be blessedly shorter than he is, but he surmises anyone's shorter than him at... what, 12? 13?

he holds out the spare bag of soundproofing materials to her as an extension of his greeting. ]

[beyourzoomer]

[She's waiting on the porch for him to arrive and when he does, she waves back at him with a small smile. She steps off the porch and reaches out to take the bag from him before sending him a message.]

Thanks. Where are we starting?

for list_maker (closed)

[nishizono]

[ true to his word, tetora's at hotdog's garage, already waiting with a couple knives in his hands. there are more tucked away on his person, but he thinks he won't need to bring them into play just yet.

this is a friendly match, after all. ]

I swear I responded to this ;_; oops!

[list_maker]

[Arya gets here as quickly as she can, light and quick on her feet, but still when she gets inside Hotdog's garage, Tetora is there before here. Dammit. She tries not the let the disappointment show and she's mostly successful.

The place is insulated enough so when she closes the door behind her, she eyes him suspiciously.] How'd you get here so quickly?

for oorah (closed)

[nishizono]

[ he's outside when it happens, the first drop hitting him coolly on the back of the neck as he's painting oil on the shutters of the garage to frank's and micro's house (mom and dad, aw, look at them be cute together). at first he thinks that the eaves abovehead has caught morning dew a little late, and annoyed as he is about the wet surprise he just continues on with the work he's been set to do.

only the water keeps going. plip, plip, pliplipliplip in rapid succession before tetora realizes it: it's raining. and with it, an unholy shriek piercing the air in building volume, a sound tetora's just recently gotten too closely acquainted with.

tetora's indoors before the first heavy downpour touches the roof, but he's already mostly drenched by then - a good thing, as sound eaters begin wandering in and out of the alley he was just in. he waits a beat, then two, waits them out before he backs away from the windows and quietly runs up to frank. ]

Hey, [ he says in conversational tone, and the sound of his voice is weird after a month of not hearing it out loud. ] It's fucking raining.

[oorah]

[ frank had gotten swept up in one project after the next. if he isn't soundproofing the prison, he's soundproofing houses. and right now it feels rather indulgent to be soundproofing his. after this whole mayor thing he's been slightly more withdrawn than usual, except for with the kids. and tetora, since frank doesn't even really classify him as one anymore, even if he is fiercely protective of him all the same. there's something that's forged between them, a bond not unlike the one he used to share with billy. the thought hurts, but is easily pushed away when the young man in question comes bounding up to him.

he's about to pounce on him to prevent him from speaking as is ingrained into him by now, but it starts to register what's going on. the sound on the roof, tetora's wet clothes and hair, then he speaks and frank laughs. it's just a forced exhale, loud for a breath but silent by usual standards. tetora's voice is the only one other than david's that he's fully used to in this place, but it's still a novelty to be able to hear it aloud. ] No shit. [ it isn't a mock, but instead sounds bemused and conspiratory. what kind of trouble can they get into now??? ]

i.

[whists]

[The nice thing about bonecharms, even the crudely made ones from the bones she's taken here (what she wouldn't give for good whale bone), is that they still work. The one lining the inside of her jacket, close to her chest, vibrates. This one is for intruders.

Emily creeps to the edge of the roof, looking down over the edge. There are not many people who live inside of House 10 now, and none of them are male. She dangles her legs over the side to call attention to herself. Not as fun as a doppelganger, but people can be jumpy.]

Adding trespassing to your list?

[nishizono]

[ the feet catch his attention first, a touch of cold apprehension running its way up his spine for a heart-stopping moment before he realizes what he's seeing in his periphery. tetora turns towards the person the feet belongs to, and is pleasantly surprised to recognize the person he's looking at. ]

emily. we meet again.

[ at least, if memory serves him right, that's the name he got from her during his drug-induced lapse of judgment. ]

i'm here as part of the community service, actually. soundproofing.

i - if you're still up for new replies to this!!

[iisupergirlii]

(backdated to sometime before the mod log if that's cool)

[Kara's in her supersuit and is barreling out of her doorway, not paying attention. She's about to take off into the sky in order to start her morning patrol when she bumps into someone she... hasn't met before. Huh. She signs a quick] Sorry! [before fishing her device out to be able to talk a little more clearly.]

Are you okay? Can I help you?

i'm always open 24/7 eyyyy

[nishizono]

[ it's not often that tetora almost gets thrown on his ass just from bumping into people, much less people who looked more like a television commercial model - but here he was, bumped like three feet back, looking astounded. ]

i'm here for soundproofing maintenance.
what the hell are you made of, lady?