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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



clarius: (049. ❀ C'MON.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-16 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
A pamphlet for a funeral. [ might as well get it over with. if she felt less harried, she would try to word it in some better way but now's not the time. the most she'll do is not give away all the details. she just wants to find the program again.

she starts gesturing with her hands, showing how long and wide the item was. ]
-with blue borders on a white background. Will have 'Richards Rellins' printed on the front. Along with a picture of a man.
gimmesometassel: (Questioning)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-16 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Carpet is definitely peering at the message, and evidently sees it well enough to understand it; he raises both tassels, device still held in one, in a placating gesture. She doesn't need to apologize for nearly being run down!

That "said", he starts typing as well, turning his device to let her read.]


One of the people here gave that to me, but it flew off before I could take it. Do you know what it is?
priwen: (answers)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-16 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ So it works.

That in itself is a relief - that his honed spells haven't been dulled by whatever force that had brought them here. Clemency, healing magic bestowed to paladins of a high order; ancient knowledge that was no longer practiced until his Soul Crystal had reawakened the spell to him. It was one of the rare spells that did not need an incantation, allowing its use here. Still, its potency meant that it exerted an equal toll on himself. If one cast was not enough, then another solution would be needed.

Relief lights a small smile on his calm expression. ]


You need to rest. I can get you some water.

[ They haven't left the room yet, so they can still talk a little. ]
zom: (n3rEQRh)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-16 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
Is that a country?
Yes it is, but I'm surprised you've never heard of it before (・・;)

I also saw your earlier question about needing a tailor.
I can sew a little, if you need something patched up!
zom: (IFvzcJJ)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-16 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ mitsuha sniffles, much to the natives' chagrin, but follows lorem's lead and moves to sit on the crates.

once she's settled on her box, she pulls out her device and types: ]


I'm sorry for troubling you...and for getting your cloth so dirty...T_T
zom: (IFvzcJJ)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-16 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah. at that, mitsuha holds out her braided cord. it's obviously handcrafted with care, red and yellow almost blending in seamlessly with one another. she wipes the last bits of her tears away, and extends her hand out a little further if lu li wants to take a closer look. ]

This is a braided cord that I used to wear.
I gave it away to someone not long before I arrived here.
So it's surprising that they brought it back...but it was really kind of them to do so, I think.

Did you receive anything?
zom: (qVLcU20)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-16 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah, yes! that familiarity puts her heart at ease, just a little, and she smiles at him. ]

It's nice to meet you too, Katsuki-san!
Are you from Japan, too?
I come from Itomori.
born2b: (the cycle of life and death)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-16 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Are only the dead brought here?"
born2b: (it's fine i'm fine you're fine)

Housemates

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-16 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ This world is all so unfamiliar to her. There are humans everywhere. It feels like her world is tilting, overwhelmed by the circumstances before her arrival and being amongst humans, her creators. But this is a world of silence, quiet, like death.

She's grateful for a role, but the awkwardness of being amongst humans hasn't yet worn off.

When she sees a woman wiping down the dining room table, 2B can't help but feel that this is wrong; a human shouldn't be bothering herself with tidying her quarters.

Steeling herself, 2B approaches and taps Lorem on the shoulder to get her attention. Once gained, 2B will shake her head and hold her hand out for the cloth.]
born2b: (ugh HACKERS)

???????????

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-16 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
[This world is all so unfamiliar to her. There are humans everywhere. It feels like her world is tilting, overwhelmed by the circumstances before her arrival and being amongst humans, her creators. But this is a world of silence, quiet, like death.

She's grateful for a role, but the awkwardness of being amongst humans hasn't yet worn off.

Still, her awe of so many humans being around isn't enough to stop her expression from flattening when Akira shows her his message. Folding her arms, she shakes her head and gives a disapproving glare as she points at one of the natives. Don't be stupid! Drunkards are never quiet!]
rockypath: (dark side)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-16 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith hadn't really cared about the cross, so if she got swindled or not didn't really matter to her. The rock, even if it was some trash he'd found seemed more interesting to her than that cross.

Maybe he would get more use out of it?]

She glanced down at the device and smacked her head with her palm, smiling. Right, there was an easier way to do this than to practice their mime skills. She dug in her pocket for her device as well.]


Ha, right. Well, if you'd had a pack of smokes then you would have seen some real negotiation. [She may have just ripped them out of his hands.]

Name's Faith. You?
born2b: (it always ends like this)

mute

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-16 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[This world is all so unfamiliar to her. There are humans everywhere. It feels like her world is tilting, overwhelmed by the circumstances before her arrival and being amongst humans, her creators. But this is a world of silence, quiet, like death.

She's grateful for a role, but the awkwardness of being amongst humans hasn't yet worn off.

Reluctantly, 2B fishes her own device out of her jumpsuit's pocket before responding...]


I

[There's a pause as 2B frowns down at her device, thinking over her next words before she holds up the device for the man to see.]

am grateful for this opportunity
rockypath: (girls night)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-16 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Shit that was cute. Faith, reached out a tentative hand to lay on his belly, giving it a comforting rub as she moved to kneel next to him.

Eeech, that break looked bad. Faith looked around them, trying to see if she'd find anything that might do for a splint. No dice. She turned and- Faith lit up. Some sticks! Had she ever been so excited to see some twigs before. Probably not. Short that one time she'd ran out of stakes and really needed to kill a vampire.

Snatching them, she looked around them again. But what to tie it with. Faith looked down at herself. She wasn't exactly attached to this outfit she was wearing- but did she really want to destroy it so quickly?

Fuck it. She reached for a pant leg and tore off the bottom few inches of fabric.]
born2b: (Default)

[M]aybe we need to talk

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-16 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
This world is all so unfamiliar to her. There are humans everywhere. It feels like her world is tilting, overwhelmed by the circumstances before her arrival and being amongst humans, her creators. But this is a world of silence, quiet, like death.

She's grateful for a role, but the awkwardness of being amongst humans hasn't yet worn off.

But when she sees A2... her expression falters. There's no mistaking the other android, even with her shorter hair. No other android would have that much dirt and grime on them, and no other android would be in such a state of disrepair and still be functioning well. She doesn't know what to say. But she makes an attempt.

How are you here? Did 9S

She frowns and leaves the question unfinished as she holds up her device for A2 to read.
353: (pic#11833977)

c!

[personal profile] 353 2018-01-16 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, at least Mike hasn't been paired with an adult. He'll feel less like he's being babysat... although she does look older. Maybe around his sister's age.

He stares at her name for a little while longer than she might expect. That... looked hard to spell. Mike types out a response. ]


Call me Mike. [ Why couldn't she have a simple name like that? He might have forgotten how to spell her name already. Oops. Oh well, it's not like he ever has to say it out loud. He follows her outside, feeling a bit like he's back at school, forced to pair up with someone rather than choose one of his friends. This is totally out of his comfort zone. ]

What do we have to do again? [ He was paying attention to the natives... sort of. ]
353: (pic#11833971)

mike wheeler | stranger things

[personal profile] 353 2018-01-16 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( A: REUNION - CLOSED TO ELEVEN )

[ Probably the worst part about being silent is not that he can't communicate with anyone around him, but that he can't call Eleven anymore. Not that he even has a walkie talkie to call her on, but the thought still devastates him. Three hundred and fifty-three days he's been talking to her, making sure she knew he was there, trying to get her to say something - anything - back, so he knew she was okay, and now all that had to stop.

Honestly, he just wants to curl up in a ball and cry somewhere about it, but crying requires noise and he officially hates this place already. Once he's allowed to journey outside, all he wants to do is be alone, so he follows a sand path into the nearest building and finds somewhere devoid of people to sit against a wall, hugging his knees to his chest...

Then he notices something, someone silhouetted under the cloth of a table. Was someone hiding under there? Mike crawls forwards to investigate, curiosity always getting the better of him. Sat on his knees, he slowly lifts the edge of the cloth to peek under. ]



( B: DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNO− BLANKET FORT? - OPEN TO ALL )

[ Looking on the bright side - which Mike tends to do - at least they've been given a roof under their heads. At least they don't have to live in the woods or somewhere else as uncomfortable. Mike even manages to snag a bedroom, who might as well be Eleven's room as well - they sort of come as a package deal now they've found each other here.

If you're wondering why he's collecting so many chairs and blankets together, of which he'll gradually move into the house he's been designated to, Mike will explain through his device: ]


I'm building a blanket fort.

[ And he looks Very Serious about it. He needs to build Eleven a blanket fort to make her feel safer here. The one he made for her back home in his basement was practically a safe haven for her - he can recreate that here, with another pair of hands... ]

Do you want to help?


( C: HOUSEMATE BONDING - OPEN TO HOUSE(9)MATES )

[ Mike is sat on the front porch, looking over the trinket given to him - his toy dinosaur named Rory from home, which his mom made him box up for a yard sale.

When he sees a housemate join him on the porch, he'll look somewhat awkward by their presence, before eventually making an effort to talk to them through his device: ]


So what did you get from the natives?


( D: D IS FOR DEATH MEETINGS - OPEN TO ALL )

[ Mike looks a little shook up by the meeting. He's a kid after all, it's not easy to hear you could kill people if you break the rules, but there's something tired about his eyes, like he's been exposed to death by supernatural beings before. Listening to the native families talk about their losses, he can't help but think of his older sister Nancy's friend and how she was killed by a monster. And her parents still thought she was missing instead of dead. ]

I don't want anyone else to die... We have to follow the rules.
blainebreak: (world of music)

[personal profile] blainebreak 2018-01-16 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What if you sneeze, or make some other sound you can’t help?
born2b: (whoa he became BIG)

Party hard

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-16 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[This world is all so unfamiliar to her. There are humans everywhere. It feels like her world is tilting, overwhelmed by the circumstances before her arrival and being amongst humans, her creators. But this is a world of silence, quiet, like death.

She's grateful for a role, but the awkwardness of being amongst humans hasn't yet worn off.

But the natives of this unknown planet return her hairband to her, pushing a jar of pickles into her other hand in the same moment. 2B has no use for a jar or pickles. She'll have to find someone else to palm the thing off on...

Kara happens to be the nearest person, so it's with that in mind that 2B approaches, holding up the jar of pickles and pointing to Kara before pointing back at the jar, her hairband clutched between the rest of her fingers.]
Edited 2018-01-16 12:44 (UTC)
shrimpcocktail: (Default)

Eleanor Shellstrop | The Good Place

[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-16 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
a. muzzle and mute: open

[Eleanor doesn't like this place much. It shouldn't be an issue, but compared to where she was before...this does seem worse. A new type of hell- bad place. She wants to settle in, adjust: she's resourceful if nothing else and hell, if not adaptable. Even if she wants desperately to talk.

At least she has a phone-like-thing. She can't connect to snapchat or instagram or anything useful, but she can type and that's reassuring. Others seem to look at the devices weirdly, as if they've never seen anything like them before, but she thinks they're just bizarre. But. Usable.

She takes a seat on an abonded stump, fiddling with the device. A shadow looms over her and she squints upwards with an awkward wave. Yes. Totally cool.]


b. the man in the hat: open

[She watches as others get their gifts from the natives. It's touching and the part of her that's growing to be less cynical is touched. She's hopeful when it comes to be her turn in line. Eleanor isn't certain what she wants, but what she gets is the last thing she expects.

Lonely Girl Maragita Mix for One.

It's hard to decide who is more embarassed. The woman who gives it to her or Eleanor herself. Still, like the trooper she is, Eleanor takes the mix and puts it under her arm. Time to find out if there's tequila here in this world. Or if anyone will trade real alcohol for margarita mix.]


c. sound eaters: open

[The meeting is disturbing. It reminds her too much of the assemblies in the Good Place. At least Michael isn't here leading it, but there's no friendly chatter. Sound is frightening here. Eleanor doesn't like it. She wants to nudge those around her, grin and laugh. Do something normal instead of looking around like the boogeymonster is going to jump out and get you.

Which apparently it is. Her jaw drops as the situation is described. It's more than she can handle and holy shitballs is she happy that she can speak to the person next to her.]


Well, fuck. This is definitely the Bad Place.
shrimpcocktail: (Default)

Paired Patrol

[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-16 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her partner for the patrol is quiet. Well. Everyone here is quiet. Still, she gets a sense he might always be. She follows along with barely an introduction not entirely sure what she's looking for.

It's not til she got to this place that she's aware of just how many things make noise. Holy shitballs it was a lot.

The touch startles her, but she's grateful for a task. Even if it looks impossible. She fishes out her device to respond.]


dont suppose you brought a screwdriver with you? maybe one of the locals has one
Edited 2018-01-16 12:59 (UTC)
xochipilli_cursed: (Smile)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dancing broom rave sounds like the best idea.]

It'll be sad without the music but I think I can live with that!
xochipilli_cursed: (Heh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He takes a little longer to read it than he should, nods and gets out his own phone to respond. It's odd just using this as sorta of a text screen.]

its not creepy. kinda cool you know? like medusa but without the snakes and turning me to stone.
xochipilli_cursed: (smirk)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Though he was curious about the garage, he heard noises in there and decided to just claim the first empty room he found.

So now he gets to meet who snagged another of the rooms! And she doesn't seem happy to see him. Not that anyone should really be happy to be here but he grins anyways.

He points to the garage then folds his hands and places them to the side of his head like a pillow. He's trying to get used to pantomiming things around here.]
xochipilli_cursed: (Smile)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aaron lets his thumb rest over Teddy's palm and shakes his hand. That's what trained dogs do, right? Shake?]

Nice to meet you.

[The tone still is that cheerful, "you did well" tone he hopes eases the dog's nerves. He should really get better at reading animal emotions so he's trying here too.]
xochipilli_cursed: (Heh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, at least that'd feel a bit more normal. Oh, and in case you need to hunt down the jinx, I'm Aaron. Nice to meet you.

[Taking the chance to shrug off the gloom for a moment. he can relax and weigh on all of this serious stuff later.]