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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



twoaffirmations: (game | scanning)

[personal profile] twoaffirmations 2018-01-17 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[9S follows without question, but that's only because the human won't be able to read what he's saying if his back's turned to him... This whole sign language thing is soooo annoying. He wishes he could just talk. This is worse than just having a Pod for company.

He stands at attention when Kilgrave stops, and glances down at his device.

...Wow. He's never had someone not believe he was an android before.]


What would be sufficient proof?
twoaffirmations: (game | awe)

[personal profile] twoaffirmations 2018-01-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Wait, wait, wait--is this thing actually reading? It's sentient? It even responded!

9S is utterly bewildered, but now that he's here he just has to know more. He reaches out for Carpet's tassel this time, but not to shake it. He's inspecting it.]
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith knew she was being irrational. That somehow made it worse. She was more angry with herself than him. She forced a smile and shook her head. She reached for her device.] It's nothing. I'm just crazy.

[A beat.]

Thank you.

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's amazing how even silent communication can be startling sometimes. She had glanced at the other woman, then down at the device. That felt like a rather funny question somehow, and there's a tired smile, before she shrugs, pulling out her own device to reply. ]

A lot to take in, I guess.
rockypath: (not sure about you)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith nodded once, moving to stand.] I'm not very technical. But figure we just look for things that might obviously make noise? Figure it out as we go? [The worst that could happen was they got murdered by weird monsters, right?

Yeah, okay that wasn't great. But surely they could screw up that badly? Faith went to the door, glancing back to see the Lorem was behind before venturing forth.]
pawper: (pierogi-flavored energy drink)

[personal profile] pawper 2018-01-17 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[The unfamiliarity is a small thing, but Lys notices it just the same — social cues were what always seemed to fly over her head, not everything subtle — and feels, perhaps strangely, heartened by it. Like they're on equal terms in that respect, if no other.]

alex sounds good!

[Less to type, is what she's thinking on some level.]

mm! we'll both do our best
people are counting on us, after all


[After he's had a chance to read the message, Lys puts the device away and holds out her hand to shake, smiling bright and expectant.]
subject002: (06)

[personal profile] subject002 2018-01-17 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ ugh, she looks so ... uncomfortable. now he feels guilty. tanaka reflexively looks away and furrows his brow, in turn made uneasy by her discomfort.

fine, he'll just do this. get it over with. lips pursed in thought, rubs at his jaw before walking around the couch to get a better look at it. he's not the biggest guy around, but he's got bulk and should be able to handle it on his own. especially since he has "special methods" of handling this, if his hands slip. ]


Someone might take it so I'll handle it. I can carry most of the weight so just be ready if it starts being unbalanced.

[ he starts putting his device away before realizing he should probably answer that second bit. ]

Don't need any furniture but if you find a pocketknife or something similar let me know.
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She couldn't argue that. Faith was a vampire slayer and dealt with weird shit on the daily. Even for her this was a lot. Who knew how people who weren't called to fight the forces of darkness would handle it?] Yeah. Understandable. It's all pretty fucking weird. Not to mention that this party really fucking blows.

I'm Faith. What's your name?
subject002: (11)

[personal profile] subject002 2018-01-17 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's kind of discomforting on two different levels. one, he's never had a robot demand he identify himself. and two ... it's been a while since he hasn't immediately been recognized. tanaka frowns at that, more weirded out than angry or upset, as he types his response. ]

Somebody who got told to live here.

Were you sent by the people who run this place? Are you monitoring us?
gimmesometassel: (Me?)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-17 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Carpet holds his tassel out obligingly once more, letting 9S handle it as he likes; it's nothing but a loose bundle of silken threads beyond the knot, soft and unmoving in his hand. Just to look at him, there's no reason he should be able to move independently--let alone see, hear, think, or fly. No motors, no wires, no microchips or circuitry, no electromagnetic readings whatsoever.....]
axecop: (Yellow sky)

Joseph Oda | The Evil Within

[personal profile] axecop 2018-01-17 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
(Prose, brackets, whatever you prefer!)

A. (After) The Party/The Man in the Hat

[Joseph stands off to the side of the gathering place for the party, a frown on his face, watching-but-not-really watching the crowd.

Here he thought that man needed help or had some kind of emergency going on. Turns out, the emergency is a steel shelving unit absolutely full to the brim with glass jars of good old-fashioned homemade hooch.

Though Jesus, is he grateful for it. After the day he's been having, he expects to partake in a few glugs before he tries to sleep tonight. That might keep the nightmares at bay.

He's not convinced this isn't another nightmare in itself. It doesn't have the twisting, blurry, tenuous environment of STEM, but he felt as real and solid and conscious there as he does now. The presence of all these people, unaffected, unaltered, untormented... that has to mean something. Either he's found a pocket within where he's safe, where there's no longer that voice in his head egging him on, coercing him to let go, cackling with that horrible, twisted version of his own laugh--

Or he's out. And there's something else entirely bizarre going on.

Joseph leans on the nearest wall and rubs his eyes beneath his glasses. Time to stop ruminating for a while. Time to find someone else to focus on, someone who might need this mind of his to do something more productive than panicking. This is a party, after all. Not that he's been to one of those in many, many years. He couldn't be more uncomfortable here if someone tried.

The jar of hooch is tucked into a cloth sack beside him, along with his other provisions and his newly-returned notebook. Joseph picks it up and tucks the strap over his shoulder, then heads through the crowd in search of someone to talk to.

Quietly.
]

How are you holding up?


B. Sound Eaters

[At first, Joseph thought this might all be some kind of weird religious cult or other strange commune (barring the time he spent/still spends thinking it might all be a mass delusion caused by an ill-advised technological brain experiment... but that's another story.) He's been leaning that way in his notes, at least, as he's spent nearly all his spare time glued to his notebook. After the morning partner patrols, he's a little less sure of that theory.

When they announce the presence of Sound Eaters-- honest-to-god monsters, from the description-- he has no idea what to think.

(Ruvik doesn't work like that. Ruvik doesn't play the long game. These people have been living like this for ages, and it's not because of Ruvik...)

It looks like Joseph is barely listening through the meeting, as he writes down notes at a rapid pace. Only once it's adjourned does he close the notebook, relishing in the sound of other voices, even if they're quiet ones. He indulges himself in a little talking of his own, though mostly to himself.
]

"Taking us to meet them." Then they know where "they" live.

The Sound Eaters? Or someone else?


C. House Three

[Congratulations/condolences on your roommate, House Three.

Joseph makes himself available in the kitchen late at night on the first evening, opening his jar of pickles in the manner that someone pops open a bag of chips at a housewarming party. He's seen most of his housemates earlier and shot brief introductions to them via device, but this is the first chance he's had to actually converse with them, between moving furniture, attending weird "parties," and attempting to sleep, which ended in horrific nightmares that nearly had him screaming when he awoke.

In the interests of not repeating that, he's chosen to forego sleeping for now.

He greets any comers to the kitchen with a nod, an offer of communal pickles, and a message on their device.
]

Do you have everything you need? We can go get more furniture tomorrow if we're missing anything.


D. Out in the Streets

[During the day, Joseph can be seen walking through the settlement, sticking closely on the sandpaths, of course. Notebook in hand, he concentrates deeply on sketching, occasionally stopping to get a more detailed sketch of whatever it is he's working on.

Then he's off again, around the perimeter, over and over again, silent as can be.
]

E. Other?
(Anything you'd like to do? Hit me!)

[personal profile] accessdata 2018-01-17 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ She managed to stifle the laugh. At least the quiet was something that she was used to having to keep up so she managed to do so relatively successfully. ] I wouldn't know, it's my first party.

I'm Friday.
rockypath: (wtf)

House Seven

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith was laying down on her mattress (no bedframe yet) in her room off of the kitchen. Staring up at her ceiling, she contemplated her circumstances. It was fucked up, was what it was. She'd escaped gotten out of prison and had finally started to get her shit together. Now she was here? She'd make do, because what else could she do?

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted movement and she stilled. Her door was starting to slowly open from it's cracked position. Her eyes went wide at the carpet that came into view. It was floating in air. Holy shit. Had it just wove at her?

Wide eyes. This place was too much.]
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#10186934)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-17 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Poe didn't want to be much of a bother to the natives right away. He wanted to figure out who all may be within this house too. It would help a lot plus getting to know them would be a new kind of adventure. When Faith tentatively waves he greets her with a small smile and a tiny wave as well. ]

My room is big enough to have a desk this size. It'll mostly get used for building parts or tinkering on than anything else.

[ He would move to one end and point for her to take the other end. Poe would take the end that would lead backwards toward the house. Hopefully no one will come behind them as they did so. Before taking his though he gives a wave. ]

Nice to meet you Faith. I'm Poe Dameron. [ After introducing himself he'll grab his end while waiting for her to take hers. The no talking while doing these kinds of tasks was really annoying but he could work around it. ]
rockypath: (smoking)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith's brow furrowed hard. FIRST PARTY? What, did she live in a convent?]

Well, shit. That ain't right. Your first party and it's this bull crap? Good parties need music and dancing. Drinking. And maybe a few wandering hands, at least!
rockypath: (want take have)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, no talking and trying to move large pieces of furniture felt like one of those dumb ass team building exercises. Right between trust-falls and the one where you lead your partner around blind-folded.]

[Faith went to the side of the desk and lifted her end and gestured her head toward him to lead on. Maybe once they were done getting this in she could get his help in locating a bed frame as she hadn't had much luck so far in tracking one down.]
teenanigans: unknown (now that i buttered you up and all)

[personal profile] teenanigans 2018-01-17 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[welcome to the party, Ignis!]

oh thats easy!
they are freshly conjured up outta nowhere + they are good + they are pumpkins
i spent a lot of time learning different ways to eat a goodpumpkin
so if u order one ill even throw in a recipe for free
btw the pumpkins are also free
rockypath: (not sure about you)

c

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith was in agreement. Although she had much stronger words about it than Eleanor.] I was going to go with the Fucking Awful Place, but sure.
pawper: (a bacon-to-bacon time space continuum)

a; gourd of the rings

[personal profile] pawper 2018-01-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[As everyone else stands around and asks sensible questions, like just where in the heck these pumpkins came from, Lys just stares at them with an impossibly hungry expression. Those look like vegetables. Fresh, ripe, probably delicious. And doomed to rot a whole lot faster than jars of unopened pickles and peaches.

At some point she snaps back to attention, wipes the drool off her face and takes out her own device to type up a reply (awkwardly, having only the one hand to do it with).]


how much for a pumpkin?
underachievement: my second favourite noir after pinot (film noir!)

c

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-01-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ hey Jade no big deal or anything, Jess has just been keeping an eye on the goddamn Hatman, when she's not evenly distributing suspicion throughout the rest of the gathering. the people he goes off with seem to come back more or less fine, from her vantage point, but when she saw him take a teenager down the trail of treats, she thought it best to tag along, finally. she hangs back, exploiting some 20/20 hero vision to verify nothing untoward goes down, barring giving alcohol to obvious minors, and decides she'll maintain focus on the kid and guard her best interests.

translation: she should be a lightweight and bad at keeping track of her bottle. Jess would rather steal it from her than have some creepy dude think she owes him one. and then she might as well keep an eye on her and make sure no one else takes advantage. that was plan A. or Jade look so wholly out of sorts with it that Jess wanders up and holds out her hand with deadpan expectation. that's B. or, if she has to, she'll fight a carpet for it, however you wanna work this (and that's C for COME AT ME RUG) ]
teenanigans: rumminov @ tumblr (i fucken LOVE wizzards)

[personal profile] teenanigans 2018-01-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Roxy staying away from any hooch on offer is probably a good call. let's be the quiet kids at a completely silent party.]

[but she smiles a little, and turns the book around a bit so Mike can get a better look at the cover.]


hey there!
it was a gift from the townsfolks i guess
but this is a book my mom wrote
its all about wizards and their insane majyks and their equally insane but also lustrous beards
beguiledcard: (sick of screaming let us in)

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-01-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ His initial thought process is something eloquent, something clever, something... along the lines of:

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH............

And it actually takes him at least a couple of sections to stop? staring??? ]


Something that I'm about 99.9999998% sure you don't have to worry about.

I don't think you'd appreciate the stains that would probably come from your attempts.
rockypath: (not sure about you)

D

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[There was a kid here. A fucking kid was having to deal with this ridiculous nonsense?! People dying if you made a sound? This was horror movie shit. She'd had to deal with her fair share of horrific things even before she was Called, but that didn't mean she was okay with it happening to someone else. Far from it. Faith had never exactly been motherly or any sort of parental figure (what did she know about kids?), but this was bringing it out in her. She nodded to him, face fixed with concern but also the surety that came with being a Slayer. She'd make sure everyone was okay.

How? No idea. But she'd damn well try.]
Consider them followed. We'll make sure of it. [And then get to figuring out how to stop these creatures in the first place. There had to be some way. Maybe that was why she was here?]
poodlemom: (I'm a fancy boy)

A

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-01-17 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Victor had followed the man with hat (a very fashionable hat it was) and been given a jar like the others. He will take this, thanks, no doubt it'll be handy to have booze. Judging by the wall of the stuff, it's not exactly being rationed out so much as the food was, but Victor can be careful... later on. He's pretty intent on getting to the heavy side of buzzed before collapsing into his pillow fort. Steady on his way to buzzed, he's not exactly looking Joseph's way as the man approaches, in fact he only catches a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye.

The voice barely registers, if it had he probably wouldn't have reached a hand toward him. He definitely wouldn't have slid that hand around him waist, pulled him flush against his side, and rested his face into a mop of black hair with a relieved sigh. It will take him exactly two seconds to realize this isn't right. Firstly, because his fiance does not smell like this and second, probably more obvious, was not so tall. Who did he grab?]
laytheghost: (cross my heart and hope to die)

Sound Eaters - closed

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-01-17 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Jan's just as glad that they're supposed to be quiet right now. she can feel the words drying up in her throat in the presence of her partner -- she's not used to thinking of herself as shy, but something about the self-assurance she's projecting onto this competent-seeming stranger lady makes her feel more like an impostor than ten room full of unfamiliar equipment.

what kind of an asshole are you being? no one knows shit about all this! stop letting yourself get so rattled, she tells herself firmly, and glances down at her device to let fiddling with it cover her nerves.]

Same here. I'm Jan. What do you know about repairing things?

[oh my god. she texted with real grammar because ponytail did it first. anyone who reads that is going to think she's forty years old and ready to bust out the ellipses.]
Edited 2018-01-17 01:48 (UTC)