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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



ghostfluster: (one of a kind irreplaceable)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Xochipilli? what a strange name. ...she'll ask him what it means a bit later.]

ok got it mine's 'eyeseeyou' haha

later!
priwen: (solid)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-27 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unless Sound Eaters spawn from water like some sort of knockoff eldritch horror ]

Yes, definitely.

I'm used to looking for fish, so perhaps I can see a few when we go down.
[ Fish Eyes are real. ]
ghostfluster: (often i lie)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[oh my god, she can actually nod 'yes' to that without it being mildly a lie]

we were roomies

it'll be a bit weird withotu her actually

but should be ok


[oh]

do you know anyone? who came here from where you did i mean
gimmesometassel: (Has a Point)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-27 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure it would be okay if you came to visit! I haven't seen anyone from Agrabah yet. But if you meet anyone named Genie or Aladdin or Princess Jasmine those are the friends I lived with!

[A moment of thought, and he adds a caveat.]

Be careful if you meet someone named Jafar though. He's a pretty bad man!
ghostfluster: (make the most of it)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
absolutely.

[survival, huh. it'll be a change to learn something about how to help keep people alive.]

where should i drop the jar off?
ghostfluster: (if there's love in this life)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[she nods to him and gives him a thumbs up -- oh dear, she hopes he didn't think she was frowning at his work.]

its good we can moveon

i'm just thinking

theres got to be a better way to do this? a longer term way even if its got to be silent

my exp is limited but it still seesm like things have regressed a lot here
laytheghost: (one foot in front of the other)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-01-27 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
god, ifw e could swim w/out too much noise, thatd be incredible
or boat...


[it's the first time she's allowed herself to envision getting out of this situation more quickly.]
ghostfluster: (wide awake)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[the 'wait, what' shows in the way she freezes up; in her eyes and expression

(and another eye opens on her forehead, smaller than her normal two and slightly off-centre, also wide and glassy with surprise. she doesn't notice instantly. it takes a second or two for it to become functional; the shift in her eyesight to take effect.)]

but then whats happening? that's awful
ghostfluster: (the parts to build them)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
smells just as...hey, i know that one. yes.

[she hopes it isn't rude to ask, in turn:]

what does 'lu li' mean?
ghostfluster: (be a better me)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[is she a ghost? what is she? why is everything his Echo picks up from her so dark and samey? any glimpses he gets of her in her past memories, if he gets those, are strange. where one would see her hand reaching out for something or perhaps her knees if she sat down, there are curlingtentacles; claws of bone poking from a sleeve of ragged feathers; a glimpsed cluster of slitted gold eyes.

(why the hell is she wondering aloud about magic with that in her background, also)]

jan points out everything lookse pretty current, like what were used to, but old

and im not very up on my tech and sciences but we definitely havent broken time and space enough to invent this kind of teleportng yet. especially not like this


[shakes her head, hard enough to make her hair fly a bit]

still feel like im dreaming. SOMETHING is definitely dbroken here though.
priwen: (scale and steel)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-27 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he can breathe underwater due to a Beastman blessing, but... ]

Can you swim?
clarius: (072. ❀ JOYFUL SONG.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-27 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh. um. alright.

she drops her hand and continues to smile, looking a little uncertain but-! she tells herself it could be worse. her handshake wasn't taken as an invitation to spar and there have been no attempts to stab her with hardlight swords so! progress! ]


I think 50/50 is a fair enough dividing of the room, don't you think? We both take a side of the room and clean to the best of our abilities. If either of us needs help in anything, we call the other for a hand?
priwen: (infinity)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-27 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alex cannot tell when the Echo will strike him (and it has not yet), but being in her presence tells him that she's someone exceptional. While she looks human, she gives him the impression of a song - soft yet dark, with timbre much like his vision of the Calamity.

Mysterious, but not too disturbing. Alex is a man who has seen a lot of things, so he'll file it away as curiosity and take the rest in stride. ]


I feel the same too. A fragment is missing from this world.

It might be sourced from the Sound Eaters, whatever they are.
ghostfluster: (often i lie)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[thoughtfully]

missing?

maybe someone tore open a door.
priwen: (coming home)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-27 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ On hindsight, it makes sense. Just like the Voidsent, who flood into Hydaelyn from another dimension; a likely cause. ]

I am somewhat attuned to magic, or the flow of aether in a place. There's nothing here at all.

With this sort of feeling, a place in my home would be completely dead.

This place doesn't seem to have any native magic, so maybe my guess is wrong - but that's my perception right now.
ghostfluster: (the last mistake)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-27 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[her typing is slower, more thoughtful; more careful, as she thinks that over]

i don't think i've seen magic. or not the same kind you're talking about. so i think it might just be a difference there

but not everything strange and inexplicable is magic necessarily either

not even the room we woke up in feels different to you? i keep thinking, maybe thats the key place
clarius: (072. ❀ JOYFUL SONG.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-27 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
I don’t think I can eat it alone though! Besides, I think everything tastes better when its shared.

[ a lesson she learned quite well back in dust tumbles, where fresh food like fruits and bread was shared in a group if possible. given how scarce it could come by it had become a habit.

well- they'll figure this out when they cross that bridge. for now she stands up and offer her hand to mitsuha before heading off in search of water. the buddy system! never hurts to use it when in a new place. ]
clarius: (018. ❀ FROM FINNER.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-27 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ friends are great. especially in times like these.

taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, lorem tells herself to trust her instinct and go with the flow. it may not always work out for her but its worked out enough that she has to keep trying.

because what is life but extraordinary? ]


That'll be nice. Thank you. [ she shifts on her feet, clearing her throat nervously to try and force the next words out. ] ... Do you need help too? In any way? I feel bad for asking so much yet feeling there's not much I can give in return.
priwen: (infinity)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-27 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ What is life but extraordinary, indeed?

His first instinct is to say no, and that it's the creed of his path to help others; but that wouldn't ease things between them. Perhaps she, like him, feels that every debt has to be repaid.

So he holds out the device to her: ]


If you don't mind... I was given this. I'm not really sure how to use it. Do you know what it is?

[ He's not stupid, but it's a conversation point at least. ]
skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (muistamaton.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-27 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
okay, okay, no more poking. lalli steps back a little, eyeing the carpet one last time. then, decisively, he turns to rummage through the cupboards as he initially intended. this animate rug has been deemed 'not terrible' and is thus no longer warranting suspicion as lalli hunts for food.
skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (muistamaton.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-27 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
and lalli nods, because this is definitely something that would be better washed down with water. and by the time he brings that water back, the plate has been emptied and lalli is looking rather satisfied with his 'meal'.

thanks

for the water.
skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (088)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-27 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
close - he was raised in the backwater end of post-apocalyptic finland. and hissing has worked in the past, against both children and cats. either way, the jar is being shoved back into his chest and he's scowling, grabbing it to keep it from falling but ultimately shaking his head and trying to hand it back to her. really, just take it. he's pretty sure it's impossible that she could want it less than he does.
skittering: (tuomitseva.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-27 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
he didn't actually see the issue with the first glass, but then again, he's from backwater post-apocalyptic finland and it doesn't really matter what's in his glass as long as it isn't infection.

dumping out the glass just because there's a little red in the bottom is something emil would do. which actually makes him like her a little tiny bit more, as stupid as it is. so he accepts it back with a decided lack of suspicion or judgment in his eyes, taking a gulp of it.

but now she's gesturing to the bread, and lalli's brow knits. he glances down at the bread himself, then tears off a chunk and offers it out to her. is this what she wants?
skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (empiä.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-27 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
really, lalli doesn't actually care too much who's where, even in the house he's apparently been assigned to - but he does get that he's probably in the minority there. so if this guy wants to make a map, lalli isn't bothered one way or another.

naruto, he's saying his name is. it's a weird name. lalli might remember that one.


Lalli. ❰ a beat. ❱ I sleep in here. ❰ obviously.
skittering: (älytä.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-27 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
Not dreams though. ❰ that's a weird one, to find a mage that doesn't share the dreamscape. every mage he's ever known, he's been able to find there somehow. ❱ Unless you're there, but harder to find.