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quietplacelogs2018-03-12 06:34 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-12 06:34 pm
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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.
OOC
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food
Food is being handed out to all of the new arrivals and he's not one to be a picky eater so when Aiden is just staring at the weird green thing, Riley plucks it away. Sniffs it first (to make sure it's okay) and then proceeds to eat it.
Once he's sufficiently tasted it, he shrugs as if to say "it's okay but not great".]
RILEY..................
Honestly, he isn't sure what to think of a lot of these foods, in terms of... their toxicity to them. They're from a different world, and there's honestly no telling how their bodies will respond to some of the foods here! He's releases a quiet exhale, giving Riley a concerned look, but... what's done is done.
Not to say he isn't watching him very closely now. The message is short and sweet. ]
Nothing special, huh...?
[ Still looking Concerned. He's having a fret, now. ]
Let's be careful about the food here, though.
DON'T JUDGE HIM
Aiden can take care of him if it is whereas Riley wouldn't know what to do. Besides, he only ate a small piece and not the whole thing.]
Syuga's better.
[A quiet sigh.]
Fine fine but we have to eat something. There's going to be a lot of weird foods and we'll have to try them eventually.
[Even with this world having sunlight the food situation here isn't much better than back home.]
/judging intensifies
... Fortunately, it does seem he's fine... ]
And I'm sure that statement has absolutely nothing to do with bias whatsoever.
[ There's a small, teasing smile that fades almost immediately after it surfaces. ]
... I know we do.
[ He gives a faintly strained look of acknowledgement in that Riley is, in fact, correct... ]
Let's start with foods that seem to match the ones on Daeseon? I just hate the thought of discovering one of us have an allergy to something, here, the hard way.
worst mate ever
Okay, Riley might actually be better considering he's been taking care of Fara her whole life.]
None whatsoever. I don't even know what you're talking about.
[He shifts so that his back is pressing into Aiden's chest, leaning into his mate a little. Touch is comforting, touch is familiar, warmth is soothing and the scent is finally starting to become normal for both of them again.]
What I want to know is how do we get food from our planet here?
[They'd both feel so much better if they had at least a few things - especially in terms of medicine.]
Fine, fine. Then after we try all of the similar items we'll expand our palate to new things. But to be fair, you were the one staring at the green thing first.
[And he does like to steal his lover's food.]
he judges you because he loves you?
[ The smile he wears says he believes otherwise. When Riley moves, however, his smile softens into something warmer; both of his arms wrap around his mate, his face gently nuzzling into the younger man's neck. And it's only after that, he's going back to looking at the phone's screen.
With his arms still around Riley, he types up: ]
You can't blame me for you being a food thief, dear. ♥
[ There's a grin that's hidden by his mouth gently resting against Riley's shoulder. But, speaking of food... ]
Apparently some of the things from our home worlds can appear here, just like we did. Maybe we'll get lucky.
that doesn't seem right
I can't explain why food seems to be better when it's on your plate. It just is.
[Don't ♥ at him. For a moment, he stops breathing when he feels those lips moving but it's only Aiden smiling.]
Somehow I doubt that we'll randomly get enough food to last us a month and I don't know about you, but I tend to make plants die.
all is fair in love and trolling
[ Riley can probably, mentally hear that overly dramatic tone. ]
I've never actually tried growing anything on my own. I usually just stole whatever food I couldn't afford to buy.
[ He almost slips up and does a thoughtful hum. Almost. ]
I can look into it, at least?
at least it's not love and war
[There's a silent laugh bubbling in his chest as he playfully rolls his eyes at his mate.]
My parents had a little garden in their kitchen, I killed it. I do better with food that's already been harvested.
[Riley thinks about it for a minute.]
Where would we even put it? It's not like we have our own garden but one we share with other people.
well they kinda are at war against the sound eaters?
Keep you away from all these green and growing: done.
[ It's with a playful smile that he sends that message. He thinks for a moment before sending the next one. ]
Think they'd mind?
Though, I did hear about there being some greenhouse around here. Maybe we can see if there's enough room to add our own section? Orrrr... we can look into trying to get our own place, and stick to growing things in pots in the meantime.
this is the worst war ever then bc the sound eaters are winning
I mean, if you want it to survive then definitely.
[He can take care of a kid but not a plant - strange to think about.]
I don't know. We don't really know the people in the house yet.
If we get plants from home it might be safer to grow them indoors. This world is different from ours - has a lot more sun. Who knows how our plants will react.
isn't that how most wars go tho? with one side winning?
Guess we'll just have to wait and find out what kind of people they are. I don't mind growing things indoors, though. Might make it easier to keep an eye on them anyway.
Either way, I've got to admit... I feel like this place still isn't worse than back home.
eventually, yeah
I agree. Even if we have to be quiet a lot, it doesn't feel more dangerous than home does.