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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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thomas doesn't flinch when leo takes the bird's life, but he does divert his gaze somewhat, glancing off to the side for a moment, just in time to catch a brief look at the other man's tattoo. something to make note of, but not not bizarre enough to hold his attention for too long.
once he's sure the bird is dead, he slowly uncurls his fist from around its beak, then lets up on its back. thomas doesn't say anything to leo just yet, taking a minute or two to lift one of the bird's wings, spanning out the feathers and checking the top and underside for who knows what before he moves on to the other. the eyes are next, but thomas just leans close to peer at them, brows furrowed.
finally, he looks up at leo, pushing himself up to his feet and dusting some of the sand from his hands. his voice is quiet, just a little above a murmur. ]
... How long's it take?
[ before the sound eaters come. ]
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[Leo wonders if these birds are edible, though they don't look like they have a lot of meat on them to begin with. Not that he can eat it himself, but food should never be wasted. He comes from a military mindset, so he's always looking for ways to extend things like rations.
He replies in as quiet a tone as he can muster.]
No idea.
[Though he knows he'd sound crazy for saying it, Leo actually wouldn't mind attracting one of these monsters. He's one himself and strong enough to take down most monsters from his own world. Maybe that would prove to be the case here. But he wouldn't know until one appeared.]
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it's what thomas was looking for, again, when he'd been checking the bird over, only semi-hopeful that he'd find something he could use to his advantage, or at least guide him in the direction of some answers he's been looking for. a symbol, a marker, a tracking device or some kind of questionable technology — anything, really, but the quick look-over resulted in nothing.
he doesn't tell leo this, though, choosing instead to overlook the question, which is somewhat hypocritical as he's usually full of different questions that he desperately wants the answers to. it isn't important, though. not right now. instead, he focuses on the fact that, so far, everything is... relatively calm, at least in comparison to what he expected. some of the birds are still calling out as the other residents work to subdue them, but thomas had expected near-instant chaos, based on the way silence is so heavily emphasized in relation to survival.
thomas takes a second to look around, craning his neck to look over his left shoulder, and then his right, then casts a quick glance past leo to the pair of his housemates standing on the porch of house 8, communicating between themselves. finally, he meets leo's eyes, brow furrowed lightly.
something's not adding up. thomas maintains the same quiet tone. before now, he'd probably be a little more cautious about speaking out in the open, even just quietly, but nothing's come yet, which leaves him suspicious and skeptical that there's even anything to fear at all. ]
I thought they were supposed to be fast...
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Leo shrugs. The people here really had made a big deal about keeping quiet, but if these dopey birds hadn't dropped a couple of the monsters down on their heads, he didn't suppose they were about to be attacked right this second.]
Maybe their senses aren't as fine-tuned as a piano.
[It always comes back around to music for Sunai monsters, even when using similes. Not surprising considering their way of feeding off of people involves musical instruments. Which, Leo reminds himself, he still has yet to find. There has to be one or two somewhere in this place. He can play his song using anything, but first he needs to actually have something that can produce sound. This place is not very friendly for a monster that needs to make a lot of noise in order to eat.]
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maybe they're symbiotic in that they somehow both benefit from each other's existence, and the sound eaters would lose something in killing them. maybe thomas is just thinking too much, as he's been known to do.
he looks up again, briefly wonders how much shit his house mates would give him if he attempted to drag the dead creature into the house. ]
The natives sure don't make it sound that way.
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Well, maybe it might be a good idea to be safe better than sorry. But I wonder, are they scared of these birds?
[The little creatures certainly look harmless, but for all Leo knows, they just fucked up a chance to protect themselves from the monsters.]
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interesting. ]
I wouldn't rule it out. Not sure we can test it, though.
[ seeing as their bird is... dead. ]
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[Granted, in any given situation, about seventy-five percent of the time Leo's reaction was to kill whatever was creating the problem. He was a monster, he saw all problems as nails that needed to be hammered down.]
Maybe there's still one or two left alive that we can test the theory with.