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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



rou_gui: (Ardisia japonica)

[personal profile] rou_gui 2018-01-24 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm.

[ She tilts her head at him thoughtfully. Her magic is heavily predicated on location, so much so that her kind found it physically painful to cross bodies of waters which separated them from the earth which lay claim to their souls. All the way to Finland was a long indeed, and it is no wonder at all that she does not recognize the taste of it. ]

I'm sure we share a tradition or two.
infodumped: (006 disenchantment)

[personal profile] infodumped 2018-01-24 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[There's another long silence on Tuan's end. The answer isn't even a secret, but she's tired of this cross examination. She's tired of being the one who has to dole out explanations while having her own feelings dismissed.]

No.

[Miach was always the one who asked questions and challenged orthodoxy. To say that her questions weren't valuable would've been a blatant lie through and through. Still, Tuan can't bring herself to care whether or not Miach has an answer. Or rather, she can't be bothered to answer a girl who clearly doesn't care about her feelings.]

But I'd say how you feel about the situation is just as negligible as how I felt about it.

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-24 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Make people unhappy. It sounds like the kind of thing that Thursday would have complained about. The rules being too much, too overbearing, too controlling, they needed to lighten up. The rules didn't make anyone happy, but they did keep them alive.

She shrugs, folding her arms over her chest. ]
Sometimes what keeps people safe isn't always what makes them happy, unfortunately. But if they keep everyone alive, then they're worth following, I'd think.
rou_gui: (Ardisia japonica)

[personal profile] rou_gui 2018-01-24 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sets her things down, chewing on the fruit already in her mouth. ]

True enough, but you'll have no strength to find it at this rate.
witchhooded: (all of the dark falls away)

[personal profile] witchhooded 2018-01-24 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ here? no. jade shakes her head to confirm, but types out an elaboration all the same. ]

not here no!
once i traveled to a different universe....
i was wondering if this is similar
i do not remember anything like this place ever being mentioned to me
it feels just familiar enough.... but its all changed
porkbelly: (hey yurio looks like buster brown)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-24 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
If someone really seems to need it more, I guess we can work something out.
Edited 2018-01-24 22:32 (UTC)
imitationsoul: (You'll just end up sinking)

suicide mentions return, to nobody's surprise

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-01-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miach doesn't react visibly in any way other than that she, too, pauses, and silence hangs above them for another little while. ]

You're right. The past is past and we cannot change anything. We're here now anyway.

Alive. You and I. Once again.

[ The final comment is more directed at herself and thus it's made even quieter than the rest of her speech. Trying to die so many times is frustrating, even Miach, who shuns self-criticism, has to admit it. ]

Let's make the best of it, Tuan. Together.
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-24 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[She sniggers.] Careful what you wish for. I could probably rip one so bad I'll clear out this entire room if I tried. [Faith, ever the lady.]
rockypath: (want take have)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ah yes. The government. Cause they're so good at solving problems. [She that eyeroll? Yeah, Faith not vote. Or literally do anything to stay politically informed but she's not blind. Government rarely solved problems. Just made new ones. Worse ones.]

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh good. That's good. It actually almost makes her relax. ] Anarchist? Or just distrusting?
rockypath: (not sure about you)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-24 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith looks at Friday a moment, considering how much to reveal about herself. Did she want to let her in on the fact that she's a less than law abiding citizen?

Fuck it.]
Distrusting.

Also spent a few years in prison. I've seen the shit show that is government bureaucracy first hand. Say they're solving problems. Reforming people. But they don't solve shit.
infodumped: (006 disenchantment)

[personal profile] infodumped 2018-01-24 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[That's new. She'd never been able to say something that well and truly silenced Miach before. It seems to be an apt reflection of how times have changed, though the feeling is markedly bitter.]

Why?

[The question escapes her lips before she can think to silence herself. The regret is immediate; it's a question that should be pondered on her own. The thought of Miach's real answer is terrifying in its uncertainty. It never used to be an uncertainty.]

... Never mind.
witchhooded: (it's everywhere hanging in the air)

[personal profile] witchhooded 2018-01-24 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
haha wonk??
whats that?
but ok! i can tell you about the kind of stuff we got up to
the fun stuff!
you met john??? :o
he was sleeping when i saw him!

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-24 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's an arch of a brow, but nothing that seems to at least make her seem off put by that. The opposite, maybe??

Hn. ]


That hasn't changed in 70 years, that's for sure. I've never been arrested, but I would be if I went back home.

[ 'Cause she totally looks like the sort who pisses governments off, okay ]
rockypath: (want take have)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-24 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that went over better than she'd imagined. She grinned, head tilted at that.] Yea you a troublemaker? Stirring shit up? Hacking the CIA or something?

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ She stifles a chuckle because you know. Close enough. ] I don't know what the CIA is, but I did hack the CAB. I imagine it's probably not too different an offense.
witchhooded: (hurrican drunk)

[personal profile] witchhooded 2018-01-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ jade gestures to the left for a moment, before it dawns on her that maybe her island isn't that way. oops. ]

well.....im not sure!
i lived on an island my grandpa colonized
it was pretty awesome!!!!
gimmesometassel: (Has a Point)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Right! It'd probably be the same with burning too but I don't want to touch lava or fire to find out.

[At least ice is easily visible..... Shikamaru's shadow snaring you sounds much, much/i> more confusing.]
rockypath: (workin' out)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure they deserved it and not just for having a dumb name. What's that? What do the do?

The CIA like... spies on people and shit, but says it's to protect you.

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Much the same thing as the CIA it sounds like. They look for people who might be hiding people they aren't supposed to, take too much food, don't use check in points properly, etc.
rockypath: (climbing out of grave)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-24 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Shit, things suck when I'm from, but not that bad...

I'm sorry. [She feels like it's her fault somehow. As though she had any control in the matter.]
priwen: (answers)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-24 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex smiles; his ability to restrain his laughter being mostly sourced from his natural reticence. ]

Something simple, no doubt.

I was assigned to construction, which I assume is because of my height. It's a wonder how they are able to do it without noise, I'd imagine.

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-24 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head quickly, offering a smile. ]

Not your fault. The course was set while you were still a kid, if not before. Scientists and world leaders had information on the decline of the planet for decades and never did anything.
imitationsoul: (Default)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-01-24 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miach's stare bores into Tuan, trying to decipher everything that is going on within her now and also failing. It didn't use to be like that. ]

I live in House Two, in the room closest to the entrance.

[ She doesn't elaborate on what she means by this, but the invitation is there. Miach's space is open to Tuan and Tuan alone. ]
steal: (pic#)

[personal profile] steal 2018-01-24 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Fine? That's his response? Her initial emotion is frustration, which quickly gives way to anger with the short fuse she has thanks to the tension of being in this place. But she tries to remember some of what Luke's taught her, about finding peace in the midst of chaos. Maybe not in those exact words, but it sounds like something he'd preach at her. And focusing on that is enough to get her to breathe and not hiss out something at him.]

Fine.

[She echoes the thought, her curt nod mimicking his. And then she steps in closer, close enough that she's definitely standing in his space. She has to tip her head to look up at him and it almost seems as if she's going to speak out loud.]

There must be more than that you want to say.