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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs2018-01-15 08:09 pm

INTRO LOG #1



INTRO LOG #1

Muzzle and Mute
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, a child hugging her leg, and 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.

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.

The Man in the Hat
Content Warnings: Heavy lifting, following the rules, alcoholism
Themes: Moving in, survival, exploration, horror

Once you’ve claimed a room for yourself, it’s time to acclimate to the community. Natives will ask what you need and take you along the sandpaths to different areas in the city to gather supplies - furniture and the like. Heavier items will require assistance and will take longer. Houses are mostly empty so if you and your housemates need something, you’ll have to carry it and put it inside the home. Do not make any noise or the natives will refuse to help you. Getting to know your housemates is key to a smooth transition. They are going through what you are right now; take the time to get to know them. Make house rules.

As the first day gives way to night, the natives can be seen moving at a faster pace outside. They’re hurried, though not frightened. Some even smile at you. When the sun sets behind the ruins of what was once picturesque Reims, your device will signal that it’s time to meet at the center of the community. There, natives will stop each person and give them a small gift - a trinket, a token to show that they are trying their best to make all the new arrivals feel at home. These are all items from the character’s home or from another character's home (they will not be anything that belongs to anyone else). Small, soundless and either something taken during the application process or something brand new. They will have no powers to speak of and are meant to be a momento. If asked, the natives found them the same way they found each of you.

Then the party starts. Sort of. A soundless, stitled kind of celebration. Fun is meant to be had, but it’s not an overly joyous occasion. The natives simply don’t know how to cut loose. There will be extra food in the form of one and two; Phillipa even brought some of her homemade bread. If you stumble across a man wearing a hat, the only man in town who does, and agree to go with him when he offers to show you his house - he’ll gift you with a jar of hooch; it’ll burn on the way down.

Sound Eaters
Content Warnings: Threat, danger
Themes: Survival, exploration, horror, game plot

It’s the second day of your stay, and the natives call for an emergency meeting at the Town Hall. Everyone is paired off (see below) and are asked to walk the perimeter looking for anything out of place and patching any areas that might have been affected by weather. Once finished, the same is done on the inside, and when the community leader is satisfied, the main hall is opened up so that everyone can congregate. Characters, during this time only, are allowed to make sound. This is so that the natives can explain why silence is so necessary...

The Sound Eaters.

In an effort not to frighten everyone, the natives won’t go into the history just yet, but they will warn that when someone makes a sound, it attracts them. They don’t know what they look like because they are so fast. If you’re too loud, then in the blink of an eye, you’ll go through a room reset. This is because either the natives ‘silenced’ you or the Sound Eaters have. They will explain that the room came at the same time the Sound Eaters did and that it doesn’t work for the natives. Sometimes, it doesn’t work on new arrivals. Death, for those born in this world, is permanent. If you attract them, you’ll get someone killed. Hence the need for no noise. During the meeting, the natives will tell each character of their own experiences. Their losses. The families they have left and how they’d do anything to keep them alive. They don’t know if you’ll be reset, but is that a risk you’re willing to take? The meeting will last a few hours and will end on a somber, ominous note - at the end of the month, they are taking everyone to meet them.

OOC
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NAVIGATION



dear_heart: (oh god what now?)

[personal profile] dear_heart 2018-01-21 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yes-

[Too loud!!]

Yes. Really.
oorah: (♛008)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-21 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ he also steps around the crime scene, eyeing it strangely even as he follows her undeterred. he grimaces when she vomits, but only stands guard, ready to fight if something comes for them. he holds his breath and waits, but nothing does so he moves onto the garage and watches her collect her alcohol. by the time they make it onto the sandpath he realizes she's looking for sanctuary. he slots in a little ways ahead of her and leads down the path to house six, where he's also claimed the garage.

frank paints his door with the oil and opens it for her, ushering her in ahead before shutting it soundlessly behind them. all of his furniture is crammed into one tiny corner, like he has plans for the rest of the space. and maybe he does. his bed is a full-ish and he walks across the cloth he'd set on the floor as a sound buffer and plucks out his own jar of moonshine from under the frame. there are only two other pieces of furniture: a drafting table pinned to the wall by the bed, and a bookcase in the corner of the room. there are about ten or so books with muslin woven between them to keep from making noise as they hit together.

he turns towards her again as if to ask her what she wants to do next. in actuality it's just a stare ]
Edited (idk whAT im DOiNg the life the movie) 2018-01-21 04:24 (UTC)
353: (pic#11996308)

[personal profile] 353 2018-01-21 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
But did you actually though? [ Such a personal question but his innocence lets him get away with it. ] Or did you think you did? [ There's a difference, in Mike's opinion. ]

I wouldn't feel like I belonged anywhere if it wasn't for my friends. [ They made Hawkins home for him, even when there were monsters in it. ]
a2brutus: (024)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-21 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[To A2, this is probably the worlds stupidest fight(?)]

It's really not that big of a deal, you know.
laytheghost: (and send it out tonight)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-01-21 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
wow youre a piece of work then lady
u could at least compliment my great fashion sense


[they're both in the awful jumpsuits that the natives put on them, of course. Jan had noticed Lu Li's resistance to being dressed in the garment, back when she was staring. maybe if she jokes about it, draws attention to the fact they all look equally bad and are all equally out of their depth, Lu Li will at least feel a little more comfortable.]
ghostfluster: (misleading this)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-21 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
sometimes when people die and they still had pretty strong connections to the lviing they kind of

hang around and get stuck?

do you not have them where you're from


[honest curiosity]
dear_heart: (facepalming so hard)

[personal profile] dear_heart 2018-01-21 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know if we have enough talk time, for me to explain how big a deal it actually is.
oorah: (♛091)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-21 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh god, mike. way to hit him right where it hurts. and he doesn't mean in his big dumb purple face. frank hangs his head and wraps his arms tighter around himself. i point, you shoot. he can't think about agent orange or billy or any of it now. he should focus on the endearing follow-up. but he can't. not when his friends had betrayed him too. all except curtis, but he still owes that man a debt he can't ever repay. ]

I just thought I did, alright? That's how being grown up works. [ aka it sucks. frank swallows, he should say something positive. he would never say something like that to his own kids. but he's not a father anymore, is he? not a marine either. he's not really anyone. he doesn't belong anywhere. and as mike just pointed out: he never really did. ]
xochipilli_cursed: (Uuhh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-21 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! They have me as "Community Guard" so if you run into trouble let me know.
hoaxer: (10.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-01-21 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[If Lu Li would allow herself to laugh, she would in this moment. That was actually a good olive branch to extend and it relaxes her the slightest bit. She shakes her head, mechanical eye halfway closing. It's her way of "smiling," though Jan might not pick up on it right away.]

I CHANGE MY OPINION OF YOU. YOU ARE A RUDE BUT WELL-MEANING GIRL.
witchhooded: (third eye)

[personal profile] witchhooded 2018-01-21 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ uh. how do you...say this sensitively... ]

yes!
its kind of a sad story
well, in addition to being long......
hoaxer: (2.)

[personal profile] hoaxer 2018-01-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
GHOSTS AREN'T REAL.

[--ah. Wait.]

WHERE I COME FROM, I MEAN.
a2brutus: (016)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-21 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Try me. Or text it, I guess. Doesn't matter to me.
beguiledcard: (whatever the threat)

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-01-21 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ AKECHI STOP........ ]

...

[ He glances between Akechi and the native, and quickly gives them an apologetic look. Okay, so... he can't do anything drastic, obviously. That would just create more sound. And he can't tell the former detective to hand it over, because... he isn't his leader or his boss or... anything remotely similar to "friend."

A small, uncomfortable feeling settles into the pit of his stomach.

But he needs to do something, right? At this rate, Akechi's in danger of himself. Well, the general concept is nothing new, obviously, but this is what he assumes to be a new threat... ]


Is it really a shame?



Would you really even be interested in option three?


[ The smile he gives ventures just a little too close to something sad for his liking. And he can't quite shake away the genuine worry and fear lurking there.

But he's very subtly moving closer, closer just a little of the space. Just a little and nothing more for now. He's easily within range of grabbing for the bottle, but he won't. ]


Tell me something, Akechi...

If you could be any of the Featherman characters, which would you pick?
laytheghost: (words will be your light)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-01-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
see there u go thats totally true. now we're conversating
r u alright?? it looked a little dicey w/u & the people here for a min there
im pretty susp of them 2 but i think theyre nervous 4 real


[Jan smiles back. she isn't sure if the eye thing was a smile, but she feels like she has the measure of this situation now, and if she's wrong she'd rather err on the side of assuming that they can be kind to each other.]
priwen: (scale and steel)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds great. We'll be a good team, I'm sure.

[ his text is decidedly less emotional because what is texting ah... ]

I'd be happy to tell you about Eorzea. You can tell me about your home too.
Edited 2018-01-21 04:05 (UTC)

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2018-01-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Will would definitely never describe himself as a technogeek. Hell, Hannibal was more skilled with technological gadgets than Will. But it was true; texting meant he didn't have to look anyone in the eyes.

When the man paused and whirled around to face him, Will fetched up a step, glanced towards his face and then quickly away. Yeah, definitely not a fan of eye to eye contact. At least the device gave him a reason to keep his face tilted towards his screen. ]


I may not be the best person to judge that, given that I was in the process of dying myself when I ended up here.

I will say they did a good job of providing medical aid to the knife wounds I was sporting, so ...


[ Will trailed off with words and looked up at the other man, shrugging. ]

What do they gain by lying?
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#10126547)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-21 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
They only gave us something from home. That would inspire hope, but I don't feel the need to stay here. I don't particularly enjoy freedoms being taken away. It could have been, yet, they didn't kill us.

[ He's been thinking things could have gone bad but then something else happens. If the natives wanted something done. It could have happened many times already. ]
priwen: (infinity)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-21 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Some things don't need to be said to be understood. However, that can't be the case for everyone, he understands this. ]

If you want to let it out, that is. I won't tell anyone. [ A pause: ] Or... you can tell me what you like.
dear_heart: (well this could have gone better)

[personal profile] dear_heart 2018-01-21 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
You're a person. You've got a right to yourself.

[This is really complicated. She did not prepare to discuss the basic inalienable rights a person has]
oorah: (♛063)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-21 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ he files all of this away. judging by the injuries on his face, he wasn't in a great place when he came here either. frank has an answer for that, nearly right away. ]

not turning us all against them [ clearly these people need them otherwise they wouldn't be here, so. frank thinks it's less that they're lying and more that they're slowgaming everybody so they band together for "the cause." see, all marines aren't dumb after all. ]
a2brutus: (024)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-21 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm an android, not a human. We don't have rights.

[And it's really just that simple!]
laytheghost: (all these spectres need a better place)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-01-21 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... I want to know where all the people who came before us left to, too. Maybe somewhere with better soundproofing? Bunkers? We can't even hammer here. This isn't any way to live.

[what is life without loud noises? Jan doesn't even start to make it a joke, though. even without her chosen career, she's someone who goes through life loud and brazen and unapologetic, dragging furniture and kicking walls. the pall of the quiet here is dreadful.

for all Rosa's silence up till recently, she's worried for her, too. Rosa finally has a real voice again; was finally starting to open up to the world with it. she deserves more than another tomb.]

...we'll think of something, for sure.

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2018-01-21 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ That brought Will's eyes up to Frank's face, then he paused to quietly drag his glasses off his face and rub his own eyes, before replacing the glasses and typing. ]

Look. I'm not against the idea of caution and I don't disagree that there are a lot of unknowns here.

But right now is it a good use of our energy and resources to be borrowing trouble, when we don't have enough data points to draw any sort of solid conclusion?


[ Come on Marine. Being reactive has its place, but if you have crap intel, and no resources do you immediately engage the enemy? ]
Edited (html faaaaaiiilll) 2018-01-21 04:18 (UTC)
priwen: (scale and steel)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-21 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's fair ]

A hand loom was what I was thinking about too. I should be able to fashion one if given the raw materials. If it's alright with you, we can go together.

[ Yeah he's not going to burden a stranger with the hard work, where's his craftsman's pride? ]

That's quite nice. It can be used for cooking, but considering the circumstances it'd be nice to just have as a friend.