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INTRO LOG #3

INTRO LOG #3
Put a Sock in It
Content Warnings: Disorientation, memory loss, confusion
Themes: Arrival, survival, exploration, horror
You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.
Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits. By the time they’re through, you will have begun to come back to yourself.
A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.
Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, Constance, with a child hugging her leg - a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.
This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. You may ask one question and receive one answer. There are others like you in the room, those who'd come earlier. They're there to help.
Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in-between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message. Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid.
Now, you're to settle into your new home – with or without the help of those who have come before you.
In Freakish Flight
Content Warnings: Threat to safety, death, weird creatures
Themes: Plot, survival
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of "hooch" was dry.
The new arrivals are here, like clockwork it seems. A strange occurrence that the natives haven't missed. They don't have answers but following support and encouragement from some of the older arrivals, they have been looking into it. If they notice anything odd, they post it to the bulletin board and they're working as hard as ever to help. Settling in is easier this time around, smoother, as everyone is more prepared than before. The first few days go well, one of the natives finds a patch of wild berries and makes fresh jam - serves it with breakfast until it runs out. There's a nice breeze that night, not too hot and not too cold. The stars twinkle and the moon is full, a pleasant atmosphere rolls through the community as everyone falls asleep.
Everyone wakes to the soft sounds of birds chirping. There's a light fog, windows misted over, and abruptly, it goes quiet. The only way to see outside is to open the door and those curious
OOC: Removing the threat, these creatures, is possible in a few ways. They have a weakness for water, which slows them down and shuts them up. They can be killed, the same as any normal animal might. Or they can be captured, something tied around their bills to silence them. Unfortunately, only a few will survive being caught alive ( we randomized out of the twelve houses - 5, 1, 2, 12, and Private Housing (Sora) and the Permanent Apartments ) and can be kept for study. The players in each house can decide what they want to do with them or use the comment below if they want to hand it over. As a side note, the dead ones can be kept too.
Alone or Together
Content Warnings: Poisoning
Themes: Plot
Up until now everything around here has been, well, pleasant. Recently certain things have become unpleasant. Now, it seems to me that the first thing we have to do is to separate out the things that are pleasant from the things that are unpleasant.
The natives have been up front about those that came through the Reset Room before. Some left, some didn't survive, and a few now call themselves natives. The above message lights up everyone's devices ( username - lamar ) but all ways to respond are disabled. A follow up message comes from Constance, explaining that they don't know how the message has been sent due to the fact that Lamar has been dead for over a decade. That night at dinner, the set up in town hall, the natives are abuzz talking about the mysterious message. Food is passed out. Drinks are had.
Before the first person leaves the hall, a plume of red dust sprays out from an old vent near the floor boards and fills the room. Quickly, all color is leached from the world. Every person is now color blind, seeing everything in varying shades of black, white, and grey as they cough and choke, trying to clear the dust from their faces and mouths. Was this Lamar? Was this the person who rigged up the noise machine in Verdel Square? What did the message mean?
OOC: The effects will fade after twenty four hours. All arrivals, new and old, plus all natives will be effected. For each character, one person will still be in color. Players can decide who this is. A friend, lover, enemy, one of the natives.
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spike 🔪
Oy, watch the merchandise. [ he complains as two large native men shove him out into the main chamber of the reset room. there are people gathered, even if he'd spent most of his first hour here fighting them off. once he realizes this is real though, an eerie calm settles over him. he's blaming the amulet, though they took that from him too. he thought it killed him, but it must have just trapped him inside. unless - no, that's a little too dr. who even for his life. there's no way this whole world is inside that bloody trinket he was wearing. this is something else. an alternate universe, maybe? time will tell.
dressed in a bright sunshine yellow jumpsuit with the sleeves torn away and nothing else, spike steps up to receive one of the phones they're handing out. fancy. he couldn't look more bored by the whole scenario though maybe that's just what dying does to a vampire. after the second time, it kind of feels like old hat, you know? it's nothing personal. ]
Shiny. Did I get turned around at the welfare office or...? [ aka whats the catch??? oh well, whatever. he starts poking around at the nifty thing while humming this under his breath. but when people start asking questions over his head he's making faces. you guys are all dumb - not that it's your fault. here, let spike educate you!!
he spins around, facing whoever was trying to get something useful out of the natives. fat lot of good it seemed to be doing them, too. ] Seems like just a run-of-the-mill Hell dimension to me. I wouldn't get your knickers in a bunch over it.
II. DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO?
[ they keep telling him to shut up and he keeps forgetting ten seconds later, but finally the natives and everyone else seem to give up, allowing him to meander outside the reset rooms. he feels like a teen girl with his nose buried in a screen this way, but it's not so unfamiliar really. and if he keeps going he won't have to stop and consider what's really happening to him.
he'll stop the first person he runs into and show them his screen. ] what does a bloke have to do to get a Fag around here?
[ he lifts his eyebrows expectantly. ]
III. PLEASE DON'T GO I'LL EAT YOU WHOLE
[ spike doesn't actually need to eat human food, but since blood doesn't seem readily available that he can figure yet, he's just going to take what he can get. it looks good and he rubs his hands together as he gets ready to eat. which is when red dust starts filling up the space. uh... people are running panicked, but it's not really bothering him. like it's a little weird and it makes his food taste a little salty, but he doesn't pause eating, shrugging at all the chaos around him. feels like home honestly.
he watches with disinterest as everyone struggles, leaning back in his seat to tuck into his meal properly. well, hey if a little casual poisoning was all that had to happen for him to get some alone time he's not going to complain. he smiles to himself and eats in relative quiet as the dust slowly dissipates and the air becomes fully breathable once again. expect him to be zero help or even get in your way if you come back in to investigate :) ]
IV. GOD SAVE THE NETWORK (un:bigbad)
[ alright time to make himself known or something. reaching out is important?!?! no he's just bored. ]
so anyone else dead here? can I get a head count?
V. BIRD-DEMONS OR WHATEVER (house 6 and surrounding)
[ spike rouses on the deck to droplets of water drip-drip-dripping on his forehead. what the...? ] Chinese water torture a part of this whole set-up too? [ he murmurs, forgetting himself in his waking moments. he blinks at the incessant squawking of the really weird-looking bird staring right at him. spike sits up and folds his legs, ignoring the downpour to glare at the monster. ]
Well, what the bloody hell are you looking at? Take a picture, you wanker, it'll last longer. [ ...he'll be trading insults with the thing until someone takes the power away from him tbh. ]
bird brain etc etc
his conversation partner is, uh, pretty damn creepy, but it's mouth doesn't open to reveal a gaping maw with rows of teeth when it squawks, so maybe it doesn't belong in mike's book of monsters. as she approaches, her mouth curves into an amused smile despite the wet hair framing her face. c'mon, a grown man yelling at a bird is funny. ]
Hey! [ fearless nancy wheeler casually bothering strangers who yell at birds ig ] There's one at my house, too.
[ it might still be there, depending on how her other housemates have reacted to it. ]
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[ oh look it's a girl. there seem to be a lot of those about. she reminds him of one of the slayerettes already, vibrant and fearless. he tips his head to take her in without moving from his spot on the deck. ]
Yeah? What do you want me to do about it? [ he's clearly just yelling at his, so. ]
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Not what you're doing now. [ pulling an unimpressed face, all arched brows and big, judgy eyes. ] Aren't you worried it'll unhinge its jaw or something?
[ everything is a monster from the upside down pass it on ]
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You want me to kill the bugger, that it? Well, come on then.
II
[It's really Spike's lucky day that he happens across Faith in the middle of a break working on the sandpaths. Faith's sitting down on a big fuckoff rock by the sandpath trail and a smile spreads across her lips as she leans back a bit.
She reaches into her front jean pocket to slip out a pack and a lighter which she dangles near his face, but if he reaches to snatch them she'll pull them just out of reach.] I came by these special. Gonna have to make it worth my while to share, William.
re: tdm yes pls
Come on. I'm keeping you company in this Hell dimension aren't I? [ he holds his hand flat now, please please please put a cigarette in it ]
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Tell you what. Help me make this new sandpath and you got yourself a deal. I'll even toss in more than one.
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[ he offers up a cheesy little smile. come on!!! but her second offer seems fair honestly, and he's bored as heck anyway. so he shrugs, looking to her for further instruction. ]
Yeah OK not like I'm not used to taking orders from Slayers.
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iv
Not yet.
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👻 👻 👻
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Network, un: bonnie
[ Margo has died 40+ times and doesn't look worse for wear. Lucky girl. ]
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[ Hey, why not be honest? ]
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II
...and considering some Certain Things, it's more than a little ironic that Will's the one who reads the message, eyebrows shooting waaaay up to disappear under his shaggy hair.
Have a completely baffled look, complete stranger.]
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Will reads sloooowly through the message, then replaces his blank expression with a skeptical one. Eyebrow arched and everything.]
i think you'd have to ask for them. from the people who were here first.
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cw: slur word
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IV
[Being resurrected was a trippy concept. Is this what death was? Just going from world to world as you got snuffed out of the one you were in?]
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[August had finally found his strength. Honestly, if he hadn't been dead, Leo would have been very impressed, even if it proved once and for all he was the weakest of his siblings.]
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V
They seem to be everywhere. [ They should count themselves lucky that they aren't traveling in groups. ] Besides for the squawking and staring at you funny, has the freakish bird done anything else?
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[ spike narrows his eyes and stares at the bird harder, not bothering to take his gaze away to look at poe even once. even through the downpour he had smelled the man's arrival. he walked like a hero type, too. he could really do without the image of a jaw he already knows is beyond chiseled. ]
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[ The strange bird would look at them both before squawking at Poe's general area. He would casually shrug while ignoring the bird completely. Not really wanting to bother with it. ]
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