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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.
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When she responds to Majima, she responds with the sign language of the natives; she's an android who downloaded the native signs into her language settings.]
How can you tell it's old?
[She's dressed plainly in the native issued jumpsuit, her eyes uncovered. At her back hovers two large weapons.]
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When cherry trees're young, they're straight and smooth. The really old ones, they're the ones that get all gnarled and filled with character. Like this one.
Ya might think they're dead in the winter, but when spring comes, they still put up a fight. They're like people.
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I see.
[Trees are like people? Maybe that's why the vegetation in the city ruins grew so large, choking abandoned buildings with their roots.]
What is winter, or spring?
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[ Oh. Wait. Didn't 9S actually mention something about this? Tidelocked something or other? ]
During the year, the weather changes 'cause of the way the Earth's tilted.
Winter's when it gets colder, and trees kinda shut down. Then in the spring when it gets warmer, they start up again and start regrowin' their leaves. It's sunny all the time where you're from, right? Not like that where I'm from.
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2B nods.]
Yes. It's constant daylight on the side of the planet where I was deployed.
[The other side was wreathed in constant shadow. And space... well, space is different.]
My name is 2B. Which one of us have you met?
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[ Should he mention Eve? It wasn't like they'd ever met face-to-face, and it didn't seem likely they'd consider him 'one of them'... ]
You're 'YoRHa', right? 9S wasn't too clear on why ya were in Japan.
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Her response is steady and measured in her signs.]
Yes, we're YoRHa. We're currently deployed in Japan to assist with the war effort.
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War effort? In Japan? What happened to all that bought peace?
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We haven't experienced peace for thousands of years. Ever since the aliens created the machine lifeforms, we have been locked in combat against them.
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After all that? No wonder the Earth's rotation is all fucked up.
...Sorry.
When I talked to Eve, he said the aliens were dead.
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Yes, that's correct.
[A frown, before she continues to sign.]
Has Eve been aggressive towards you?
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[ He spun the little sprig of flowers about in his fingers, slowly. ]
Got the feeling his brother called the shots.
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She hadn't really given the two machines much thought, though. As far as she was concerned, they were enemies to be eliminated. Adam in particular had egged on her wrath.
But she remembers Eve's cries for his brother, and the rage that consumed him and all the machines under his thrall.]
They were both administrators of the machine network. But that doesn't matter any more. If Eve tries to harm you, contact me.
[She's stabbed him
oncetwice, she'll gladly stab him again.]no subject
[ A pause. ]
You think someone could reprogram him to be less of a dick? Or would that be, y'know, unethical?
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Would it be bad to take away Eve's autonomy, even though he's a machine?
There's a moment of hesitation before 2B signs in return.]
As long as he doesn't cause trouble, he can be left alone.
[It's not a straightforward answer. She's not the one who calls the shots, after all. She left such decisions to the Commander, even though those decisions caused her personal pain.]
He has defences against hacking anyway.
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It wasn't as though Majima had given a whole lot of thought to the ethics of robotics; it wasn't a particularly pressing topic where he was from. Still, it was hard not to identify with someone who looked rather human. ]
Makes sense. Never seen him outta that garage, anyhow.
If it's always sunny where you're from, does that mean there's flowers blooming year-round?
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The environment changed, so most plant and animal life perished.
[At least that's what 9S told her.]
Flowers are a rarity.
[She had searched for a flower to send a picture of to 6O, who was delighted. It was only later that 2B discovered the 'flower' wasn't organic at all. She had felt a little foolish after that. But... 6O had been so happy, she couldn't truly feel bad about it.]
But I know someone who grows a field of flowers underground. Their white flowers bloom so brilliantly they appear to glow in the dim light.
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[ He probably should have expected as much, though. Plants and animals were suited for their surroundings, so a lot of them would be in for some major shock dealing with major changes in their environment.
He bet cockroaches were still around, though. And crows. They were smart little bastards. ]
Yeah? A whole field underground... sounds pretty nice, actually. In Japan, they set up lights so you could come by in the nighttime and still see the sakura. It was really somethin'.