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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



infodumped: (007 unconvinced)

[personal profile] infodumped 2018-01-21 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huh, well he certainly doesn't back down quickly. Tuan approves.]

While I was walking around, I saw a building that had "Do Not Enter" signs painted all over it. A native called it "Theatre Des Deux Rives." You think we might be able to sneak in?

[They made her promise silence, not to abandon curiosity altogether after all.]
xochipilli_cursed: (Uuhh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-21 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Naked. Walking down a city street. At noon.
xochipilli_cursed: (So I was saying)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-21 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Just coyotes for now. Though the guy who fought me all I know could do other animals. I got a lot to learn.
xochipilli_cursed: (Default)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-21 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aaron doesn’t even hesitate. That sounds like the best plan.]

Yes! Just say when.
a2brutus: (024)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-21 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
They took what clothes I had when I arrived. Clothes aren't exactly necessary for me. Besides, there's no point in taking clothes for myself when someone else could be using them.

[They took her singular tattered apron thing that went around her stomach. That's it. That's what clothes she had!]
infodumped: (011 neutral)

Mistakes have been made :/

[personal profile] infodumped 2018-01-21 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[That gets Tuan to laugh just a little self deprecatingly at how self evident this is for Carpet. For her... well.]

I'm surrounded by humans too, and I don't relate to them at all.

[It's not something Tuan would have said to someone human. Carpet doesn't have a face that can judge her for having said it, though if she ever became adept at deciphering all of Carpet's body language t she might think twice about being so candid.]

What do you want to be called though? It's your name so you should choose it.
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-21 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Consider Faith duly impressed. So she's handy. And she'll probably be useful to have around in their house.] Maybe someone else around here will have some idea how to do construction silent-like.

[She smiled at the mention of her being loud as well, seizing that opportunity to see her lose it yet again.]

too bad we can't be loud together.
353: (pic#11861098)

sound eaters;

[personal profile] 353 2018-01-21 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mike shrugs at the man's question. Did he always go around asking complete strangers whether they trusted him or not? ]

We just met. [ He points out, not even knowing the man's name, which is usually required before trust, but... ] But I want to help, too. [ And he respects anyone who does. Anyone willing to do something instead of sitting on their ass watching TV like his negligent father. ]

I'm Mike. Short for Michael.
clarius: (122. ❀ DEAD HEARTS.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-21 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
... They're known as stress fevers. Basically what the title suggest - If I end up becoming too stressed or panicked over a period of time, I end up falling ill.

[ its not a pleasant experience for one to be in if her earlier state is anything to go by. dealing with cramps and fatigues and nausea on a separate basis is a nightmare enough. having to deal with all of them at once? nightmarish.

she supposes that's why uncle sigfred intended for it to be that way-

wanting to get her mind out of that awful train of thought, lorem quickly adds, ]
The fevers are not contagious, I promise. It only affects me because, um, its a thing.
clarius: (023. ❀ SAN BERNARDINO.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-21 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ -oh!

lorem immediately stops in her tracks and even takes a few steps back to make sure there was a polite distance between her and the doorway. her time on the lornful light has taught her the signs of when she's allowed in somewhere and when she's not allowed in somewhere.

this is the latter.

blinking a few times, lore wonders how she can introduce herself to the new face to show she comes in peace. in the end, she opts to start with something simple: a smile and a wave, her expression apologetic but hopeful. she can only hope she comes off friendly enough to show she means no harm and she respects the request to keep out of the room. ]
priwen: (homestead)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-21 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps a sign of maladjusted aether distribution, whereupon the life force in a person becomes clogged and congealed with negativity - not unheard of in those magically adept, or... those who walk the path of the abyss and ended up succumbing to it.

Regardless, he's glad that healing staves it off, albeit temporarily. ]


That's alright. I can heal you if it returns.

[ From how little aether she exudes, it's probably safe to say that she won't pose a danger to others because of it. ]
clarius: (043. ❀ WIPED OUT!)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-21 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ right now, lore thinks its better to be quick and to the point: ] No. I lost something around this area.

[ even as she presents him her message, lore's head is constantly swivelling about and keeping her eyes trained on the floor to see if she can catch a glimpse of glossy white and soldier's kisses blue.

the last thing she wants is for someone to step on it by accident, causing the program to crumple, the dust stills, tear it somehow. ]
Could you help me look for it? I promise it'll be quick. It should be here.
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#10126586)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-21 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poe wouldn't have much difficulty with the sack, but he'd go slow so that it wouldn't make much noise. She did good work with gathering as much stuff as she could. They may be able to find answers to certain things. But the cloth, towels, any kind of curtains and other things would be useful. As they near he smiles at the fact she's already at the door oiling the hinges. Thinking ahead was a good trait. Despite that they seemed to have a few misunderstandings along the way they could work well together.

Inside he would place the sack in the foyer area so that they could roll everything out and examine it. He looks at her device with the questions. Poe has no issue answering her questions. ]


Let's see all the loot you got. Maybe with the added things you collected we can figure something out.
From a space, with many systems, a big galaxy. It's 34 ABY.
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#12002349)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-21 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He was thankful that Houou wasn't the type to get angry over something such as this. Poe knew that there could be people that would be. Even if it's as simple as what had happened. After reading what the other had typed out at least he was understanding too. ]

Not many people would agree. I do though since it's gonna happen.

[ His gaze follows where the other was pointing to. Poe did have his own jar of hooch that he didn't really drink out of too much. Maybe he had been pacing himself a little wanting to stay more alert. But there had been lingering thoughts that wouldn't all go away. A distraction would be nice from them. ]

I'll join you. My name is Poe Dameron.
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#10134747)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-21 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poe grins at Naruto at seeing his change in emotion. It truly was an interesting meeting. But in all honesty if it'll help the other to not be jealous over something simple, he'd willingly swap with him. ]

I don't think you'll have to worry about that. You're the only one to get upset by it.

[ There would be no other deal making on the jumpsuit. ]

I'll hold you to it. Is there anything else you may need while you're out here though? Did you eat already?
rockypath: (wtf)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-21 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Faith had honestly been waiting for someone like this. Someone with a plan. A kind of shit plan, if she was being honest. But she'd take it.] I'm used to risking my own life. Other people's lives? I'm a little shakier on. Even if they say we come back.

But if you get a lot of good people together that can handle their own, I'd be willing to come along too.

dryeyes: "that's your drug dealer" [<user name="expellerhead">] (dark therapist)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-21 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She did pause her questions, but not her enthusiastic responding. If it was just all apologies and babbling, he'd probably ignore it, but...]

[... 11,945.]


How long is a year for you, how many days.

[She'd mentioned space which wasn't totally at odds with the timeline he came from. She'd mentioned androids. Still, that's more than a 9,000 year gap. It boggles the mind.]
dryeyes: "leave me alone" (each time i tell you those three words)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-21 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He holds his gaze on her for a moment longer, drinking in the implications.]

You're not sure, though. [Or hesitating.]

Are you resigned to staying here, then? [Since that was what really mattered. He meant what he said, people were welcome to stay if this situation was somehow an improvement. He just refused to stay still.]
rockypath: (living dead girl)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-21 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Faith saw the direction of Lorem's gaze and soon her eyes landed on the branches as well. Well then. That was something. They'd have to be careful in attempting to rip them down. This might take a while. She waved for Lorem to follow her, so they could get started.

Faith reached for a branch, tentative as she tested it. She could break it right off if she wanted to, but that would also be pretty noisy which defeated the entire purpose. She started to twist the branch slowly, gradually increasing the amount of force she was using, closing both palms over the branch at it's breaking point in an attempt to lesson any possible sound.

There was a crack, but not terribly loud. Still. They'd have to do something better on the next one.]
rockypath: (flawed)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-21 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Faith had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop the laugh that had started to erupt out of her. Oops. She smiled apologetically, and gave the finger to a native who'd started to come over to reprimand her. She knew what she'd done, there was no need to wrap her knuckles!]
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#12002350)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-21 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poe's plan may not seem the best. Because it's a plan taking form. The man needed a lot of time thinking about it plus gather people that were willing to work with him too. Once he has what he needs the plan may not be a shit plan. ] The plan is to do this far away from the town. So no one involved in the plan gets hurt. Giorno gave some good advice, an ambush of some kind for the Sound Eaters and he's a healer in someway. He can mend broken bones at least. I don't know how much I trust that we come back.

I'm trying to find good people. I know all about recruiting and how it works. I'll tell you the entire plan once I get enough people on board. I'm going to need to run the plan to someone. It may not sound much but I'll be able to figure something out.
bowrettes: (pic#9508386)

[personal profile] bowrettes 2018-01-21 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ while the man acts as her living shield, lilina attempts to calm both her body and mind. mildly fearful she would get punished for the noise she'd made, she had been tense, waiting. but then the man speaks, and after so long not hearing a sound, let alone a voice, even the low gruffness of his is a soothing one. a balm of relief on otherwise frayed nerves.

face flushed, she looks back up at him, mouth still hidden behind the cloth he helps her hold up. eyes a little glassy from her coughing fit, she looks near-tears, but she nods in response to him all the same. her much smaller hands close around his briefly, a silent squeeze of reassurance. he can bring the cloth down now... ]
353: (pic#11898506)

[personal profile] 353 2018-01-21 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mike didn't even think of that last one and sniggers (which feels nice to do). ]

My friend Dustin's farts are loud and deadly. He wouldn't survive here... [ He trails off with a somewhat sad expression because talking about his friends makes him miss them. ]

...I thought girls didn't fart, though. [ That's what they all said! ]
bowrettes: (pic#9454500)

[personal profile] bowrettes 2018-01-21 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it takes lilina a moment to fish out her own device (not even remembering she had it, despite it never leaving her hand) and type up her own response. ]

Not really...

[ but that much is understandable, she thinks. ]

I don't understand any of this.
bowrettes: (pic#9508344)

[personal profile] bowrettes 2018-01-21 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ truthfully, she's not quite sure he's up for the challenge (he's so thin...) but at this point anyone is more fit for it than lilina herself is, so perhaps beggars cannot be choosers. ]

I must take this bed back to my building. House eight? Would you be able to help me with that?

[ any by "help" she of course means do all the work... she can't even carry a bookbag, okay. ]
Edited 2018-01-21 19:06 (UTC)