quietplacelogs | INTRO LOG #4

INTRO LOG #4
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.

Revery Alone
Content Warnings: Misleading wordplay, rude mods
Themes: Survival, plot

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee. One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, if bees are few.

As the community continues to expand, beyond what any of the natives were prepared for or could have expected, there's been a noticeable strain on resources. The stores of food that the natives had worked to stockpile in the green house are dwindling faster than all the hands chipping in can replenish. Rationing has become even more strict and group meals at the town hall have gone down to dinner once a week until the shortage is taken care of. The natives, though they mean well, are nervous people who tend to react poorly when confronted with issues that are further than the scope of what they can reasonably handle.

Fortunately, this issue isn't one of those times. The natives rally together to get all members of the community to fish on the rainy day. Some will be asked to take the fish from the river to the greenhouse, others will prep the fish, and some will be tasked with preparing the fish to be dried out. It's all hands on deck for this one - no other shifts or jobs will have to be completed and at the end of the day, there'll be a fish fry in the town hall for everyone. Rustic potatoes, a few loaves of baked bread, but mostly just a lot of fish.

Invictus
Content Warnings: Creepy creatures
Themes: Horror, plot

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Not long after the first wave arrivals came through the Reset Room, the natives took everyone to see the Sound Eaters.. Smaller than the other young, a 'child' had climbed up and out of its shell, and wasn't the same as the others. Human in form, it had dark hair and androgynous features. No eyes. No mouth. Through its behavior, those watching this birth could see that it was in command.

Over the last few months this new creature hasn't been seen. Not around the tower by those who watch the Sound Eater nest or otherwise. But then the rain stops, the scent of freshly baked fish lingering in the air and it comes. Sitting on the edge of the fountain at the center of the community, its head moves to and fro as if listening. It doesn't attack. It doesn't speak or approach anyone. If anyone gets too close the red dust swirls up and clouds vision, clogs the throat, and pushes until the person is backed away.

This will continue until, no matter how many people crowd into the center of the community to watch, midday where the dust will swirl up and the creature will go.

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NAVIGATION

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[She hasn't seen any of her friends from this place since she got back from the failed trip to catch a Sound Eater. But Lucas was here now and that's - she's glad to see him, but this place is so dangerous so she's also worried even if she'll probably never admit it to him. She jumped into the shower almost as soon as she got back, eager to get the dust and dirt off her skin and out of her hair. Her hair is still damp from the shower as she makes her way down the hall toward the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat.

That's when she spots Richie. Well this is certainly the day for surprises, isn't it?]

You're back.

[Richie almost bumps right into her when he turns the corner out of the dining room and into the hallway. He manages to keep his used fork and knife balanced on his grease-covered plate. Crisis averted.

But oh, another new roommate?]

Huh? Uh, yeah, I guess.

[Aaaand yet another person who knew him before. Fun. He stands there awkwardly with his plate in his hand, assuming he has to finish talking with her before he can take his plate back to the kitchen.]

Before you say anything, I don't remember what happened the last time I was here, so that means I don't remember you. That's not going to be a problem, is it?

[She knows before he even says it. Just by the look on his face - somewhere between confusion and uncertainty. He has no idea who she is. She knows there are different versions of people simply because Eddie's from the 50's and obviously his Richie back home was too, but the one who'd been here before had been from the 80's. She wonders which decade this Richie's from.

She'll ask later.]

Um, yes, it is actually. I mean, it's super inconsiderate of you to not be in control of your memories. I'm incredibly offended.

[The tiny smirk on her face gives away that she's messing with him.]

[Richie rolls his eyes at her. He can appreciate her sense of humor. Not right now, though. There's still too much uncertainty between him and his roommates.]

You're fucking hilarious.

[He walks around her and into the kitchen, headed to the sink.]

Let me guess: you're Max?

[BOY does she remind him of Bev. It's kind of uncanny.]

[She follows him toward the kitchen since that's where she was initially heading anyway, smirk widening at his comment.]

That's what I always say but some people just don't get my humor. [Like your facetwin, Richie.]

Got it in one. I was off hunting monsters or I would've met you sooner.

[She makes her way to one of the cabinets and grabs out the jar of peanut butter, then finding some bread on the counter.]

We were friends when you were here before. Or...whichever version of you it was anyway.

Okay.

[Richie places his plate in the sink and runs water over it, rinsing the grease off it and down the drain. Without bothering to wipe it with a sponge and soap, he places it in the rack for it to air dry and sets his silverware on the counter.]

I have versions now?

[He turns back to her and squints at her, trying to make sense of her words.]

I thought I'd just lost my memories. Why would I have a different 'version' of me? Is this like how Eddie says he's from the '50s or some shit?

[Okay that's disgusting, Richie. She reaches over to the rack and places the dish back into the sink.]

Soap is a thing.

[She shrugs a little at his question, though.]

Yeah, pretty much. You look like you did before, and Eddie recognized you but you were from a different decade, so...I'm assuming multiple versions of people exist in the multi-verse. [Which is definitely a thing.]

[Richie sighs in frustration. Why does this world have to be so damn complicated? He ignores her jab about soap and crosses his arms.]

So if multiple versions exist, does that mean I'm going to run into a '50s version of myself? Fuck, what the heavenly fuck is wrong with this place?

You are definitely asking the wrong person. But I guess it's possible. I don't think it's happened so far, though.

[She gives him her best sympathetic smile.]

Where do I even begin?

[Richie glances around the room, searching for ideas for questions about how this place works.]

Um, so there are sound monsters, huh? Where did they come from?

Yep. Three different flavors. Not literally. But they sorta...basically morph from one creepy ass monster into another creepy ass monster and then into another. No clue where they came from. I've scoured the library with a friend and we haven't found any papers or articles that mention anything about them. I don't know if they're from another dimension or outer space or if they were here all along and just woke up or hatched or whatever.

[She sits down at the table, using a knife to spread peanut butter on a slice of bread.]

[Richie continues to stand and watch her do her food thing. He doesn't see the need to sit. That'd be like a committal to having a legitimate conversation.]

So people go on patrols or missions to kill some? What do you do, bang on drums and ready your shotguns?

Try. We were actually trying to catch one and it didn't really...work out.

[She glanced over at him.]

Mostly people try their best to stay quiet so as not to draw their attention. It kind of looks like that's the only real option here.

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