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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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His hand finds Majima's shoulder to help guide him to the exit. When they manage to make it outside, Newt begins rubbing at his eyes again, trying to fix the lack of colour in vain.
He really needs to learn the sign language here, but for now he'll settle for pulling his device out. ]
Am I jacked or did that stuff do something to our eyes?
I can't believe I missed this, I'm dumb
[ He rubbed at his eyes one more time before deciding it was going to get any better, then looked around at their surroundings. ]
We should try and find some water -- it helped with the dust last time. What house ya in?
ahahah happens to the best of us
Last time? There was a last time?
[ Majima has been rather open with sharing information, and Newt rather appreciates it, so if he says they should find water, Newt trusts him. ]
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[ Majima scowled as he changed course toward the residences; by now he could probably even find them blind. ]
I mean it wasn't staged by someone, far as I can tell. But yeah, 'bout a month ago some dust blew in from the south.
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[ Newt might sound paranoid, but... he has good reason, okay... Either way, he follows Majima. ]
Dust doesn't normally do this.
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On the other hand, those Sound Eaters do exist, and so does that dust. So staged or not, we gotta deal with both.
[ boy, newt sure was paranoid, not that Majima couldn't understand why. This whole premise was pretty sweaty. ]
Don't seem like this is your first rodeo.
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You sure the Sound Eaters and the dust aren't distractions? [ The grievers had been, sort of. Or a key to the puzzle.
Add this premise on top of what he's dealt with and it's a perfect mixture for paranoia. ]
It's not, but hopefully it'll be my last.
[ He's tired of WCKD. He's tired of running. ]
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[ Majima frowned at the screen for a moment as they came up on the house; he opened the door as soundlessly as possible and motioned for Newt to follow him inside. ]
And even if this is some huge bullshit conspiracy, I've seen what those things can do. I think we're gonna have to deal with 'em either way.
[ He retrieved a pitcher from the sink. ]
You got a towel?
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I'm not saying they're unimportant. I just wonder if they're keeping us from seeing something else.
[ Newt frowns, knowing damn well that Thomas and Minho are far smarter than him at this stuff - solving puzzles. ]
Yeah. Give me a second.
[ And out of the room he goes. A moment later he's back with a towel, a towel that he holds out to Majima. ]
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Okay, stick your head over the sink. I'll pour this on yer face.
[ What do you mean you don't want your eyes flushed with water from this pitcher Newt?? of course you did. ]
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[ UNSURE.
Newt pauses, uuuuhhhh. Okay... he guesses............
He moves to do as commanded. And oh, how unpleasant........ Eugh. He is not a Fan of this experience. ]
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Alright, there ya go. Dunno if it'll take effect right away, but it's better'n nothing.
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What about you?
[ Hey buddy, want water dumped in your face too? ]
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Newt's job was about 50% easier than it might have been as Majima bent over the sink himself. ]
Go for it,
[ he signaled. ]
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He holds the towel out to him, still enough space on it that Newt hadn't used to dry his face off with. ]
You really think this will help?
would you like to wrap this one?
Yeah. That red dust and water ain't particularly get along. But even if it doesn't, what could it hurt?
[ At the very least, they'd get a refreshing splash of water to the face? ]
Thanks.
sure if you'd like c:
Good that.
[ Newt glances back up to Majima, an obvious question in his eyes. ]
This was an attack, wasn't it?
[ It was too convenient not being, right? ]
okok
If and when I ever see this Lamar guy, I'm gonna have a few choice words.