UN: CallingIt [Video damn straight] backdated 14ish

[flyguy]

[You're looking at a bridge. Asphalt, road, old rubble and garbage highlighted against a dreary noon sky. Three things are off.

i) the red dust is blowing everywhere, this way and that like a minituarized sandstorm. Maybe it just seems worse because your perspective is literally ground level.

ii) there's no sand. It might take a moment to spot what's probably become so natural (or soon will). The asphalt is as bare as the day the city was attacked. There's nothing to soften the sound of feet on the ground and keep vicious attackers at bay.

iii) you're moving. Or you seem to be. The view is crawling resolutely forward, navigating around debris with careful precision and rocking ever so slightly side to side when it traverses cracks.

What damn fool is this you may be mouthing (or maybe you switched to the sports channel, competitive wall staring). Regardless an unprompted tour of Ile Lacrox commences, working its way through the streets filled with Sound Eater birthing material (or like one street, there's like eight streets on island total, okay). It weaves in and out of the buildings, reminiscent of the rest of Reims, as its able. If characters give directions in the comments it might (!!!) even follow their suggestions/demands (if Tony's feeling generous, he might just do a donut to fuck with you).

Eventually after eight minutes or so the viewpoint approaches its apparent nemesis. Stairs. There's a silent showdown before the viewpoint begins to retreat and

—krinkle

The sound of a wrapper being disturbed. Almost instantaneously the viewpoint is upended as a Sound Eater pounces on it, rending, ripping, doing what Sound Eaters do. The viewpoint hits the ground and stares at the remains of a tortured rc car before going offline.]


((ooc: Tony will be replying with Rei's device [Pilot00] as his was the sacrifice to the Science Gods. He and Rei will both be answering folks, characters can have fun guessing which they're getting replies from. This has been Ile Lacrox: don't u fookn tell me what to do horror dangers, a documentary by Tony Stark and Rei Ayanami.))

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[flyguy]

[It was a quaint looking pharmacy. “Cozy” is probably what those house shows would call it. Tony preferred “size of a shoebox”. There were a smattering of your typical hygiene products, razors, shampoo, toothpaste, that kind of stuff. The medicine shelves were completely empty, the only indication they'd even once held medicine being a few empty boxes left behind. And then of course there was the requisite display of tourist pins with REIMS and French phrases written on keychain tags and a plethora of Eiffel Towers.

Tony gravitated towards the mouthwash, careful to tred carefully around the garbage littering the floor. Past raiders hadn't been mannerly, evidently. There were other objects in the shop that could be use as containers; a jar holding pens on the counter, plastic daily pill planners, empty travel bottles and so on. While he was here though he might as well pick up an antiseptic even if green mint: fresh flavor! wasn't particularly his first choice. He did need to start building up an first aid kit.]

[lilithsoul]

[Her own hands found one of the pill containers, drawing it up and examining it. If they wanted secure samples that were sterile and maintained a seal, this store wouldn't suffice, but they were in a pinch, and he could hunt for that sort of thing on his own time at the hospital.

For now, however, the small organizer was convenient, not to mention nearly silent. She held it aloft for him to see before taking her time, head down, to pad towards the entrance once again. Each footfall was painstakingly slow, all things considered. They had come this far. She didn't want to lose whatever gain if both were caught making actual sound.]

[flyguy]

[Tony turned to follow when the feeling of something hitting his shoulder made him freeze. It took everything he had not to jump backwards into a shelf when he looked to his left and saw a rat. It looked like it'd seen better days. Slowly his eyes drifted up to the lights above. Several sets of beady eyes stared back.

Uh....]

Rei

[lilithsoul]

[He was a little lucky that she noticed. She glanced in the direction that he was looking. Whatever it was, it wasn't attacking just yet, so she motioned for him to move with her, very, very slowly.

Oh, and don't go for the food, whatever he did. Food was bad. If these things were smart, though, they were as likely to be avoiding making sound as the two of them were. Sound was death.]

[flyguy]

[Trying to move silently through a trash covered floor with a rat balanced on his shoulder was not a skill Tony had ever practiced for. Should have played more drunken twister in his youth. There was a moment there when the rat started climbing over his neck to his other shoulder he almost lost it. But in the end he made it outside with only one bite from the rat along the way. He didn't know if rats were just naturally brazen or this was the effect of humanity's toppling from the top of the foodchain.]

How edible do you think this little pain is?

[Asking for science and not vendettas. Yep.]

[lilithsoul]

[Once they were outside, she looked at the rat with the same lack of reaction that one might give an ant under a microscope. Turning towards him, she mentally made a note to figure out what gesture people used when they weren't sure of a proper response. Really, she needed to figure out shrugs, badly.]

Clean it first. It is yours. I dislike meat.

[flyguy]

Somehow I don't think there's enough cleaning products in the world to make these rats safe. Probably give me the plague.

[Kneeling down carefully he gave a few shrugs of his own shoulder to encourage the rodent to get the hell off. Which it did. Eventually. Grudgingly. It definitely peed on the way. He definitely felt the role of Snow White wasn't for him. That done though...]

Let's collect some dust. We'll take a couple samples from different locations to filter out contaminants. Ready?

[lilithsoul]

[A nod. Whether it was to the first or second statement, or both, would remain a mystery. However, she stepped away once the rat had scurried off to go cause someone else trouble, and proceeded along the path.

Once there was more of the red dust, she opened one of the pill casings, showing him which of the days of the week she was using, and offering him her device, so he could record the location. Someone, it seemed, understood the concept of sampling for science experiments.]