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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



comesaround: (▷ bring it to the end)

man in the hat

[personal profile] comesaround 2018-01-17 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Judging by that reaction, i'd guess whatever that is doesn't taste that good.

[ Enjoy that message there, brought about by having witnessed 9S attempt to drink some of that alcohol and trying not to seem more amused about it than he clearly already was. How could he not when the other had hurriedly tried to muffle himself after nearly letting a noise slip?

Though he has to say there's something about the other's appearance that seems a little 'different' but he can't put a finger on why that is. ]
ghostfluster: (to be someone)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-17 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
i dont think i've met him

[...and she doesn't quite have enough context to draw many solid conclusions as to what 'more' is from his expression, but she can take a guess. Jan's looked at her a little like that, sometimes]

but he must be very nice

and at least you can vouch for each others' weird excuse?
oorah: (♛069)

i

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-17 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ cards. it reminds him of a simpler time, as so many innocuous items do. as frank attempts to pass her by, they catch his eye and he stops before he's willed his feet to stop moving. he looks around like someone is going to judge him for playing a hand of cards with someone. the way his life is going, he'll be struck down before his first turn. but sit he does, across from her. he gestures to the cards and points to himself. deal him in. even if he does look like wannabe roadkill at present. ]
toomuchridgewood: (smirk)

house six & the party

[personal profile] toomuchridgewood 2018-01-17 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that Aloy is unaccustomed to preserving food. It's just that the whole canning and pickling thing isn't something the Nora do. They never had enough sugar or salt to use in such a way. Aloy is painfully hungry, and the bread isn't doing much to help. So she takes a jar of pickles and slowly moves around the party, mostly observing silently as she tries to work up the nerve to try whatever these green floaty things are.

She sees one of her new housemates also lingering on the fringes. She isn't sure what the photograph he received was of, but it had definitely affected him. She wonders if it's still affecting him. For her part, she was given her necklaces. The weight of the beads around her neck, the splash of turquoise cloth next to her skin, feels and smells like home. Even if she feels naked in her jumpsuit, and longs for her armor. At least there's this thing. One thing she can touch and feel real again.

She squats next to him. Close enough to talk, but no closer than necessary. She eyes up the peaches, still unconvinced that the yellow fleshy things floating in pale syrup are remotely edible.]


I have to admit, I'm jealous of your room.
laytheghost: (got my hand in your pocket)

[personal profile] laytheghost 2018-01-17 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[there's one advantage to Jan's still-unfamiliar spiritual powers: she can see that the carpet is... some kind of living thing. she follows him into the foyer, kind of dazed. this thing is sure happening. it's continuing to happen. it's a thing, all right. for some reason, this is a much bigger mental leap than believing in some kind of sound-eating monster, and that shakes her.

after a moment, a thought pops up: maybe it's haunted? that's enough to at least sort of pull her out of the mental blue screen. Carpet doesn't seem quite like a ghost, but something she's familiar with getting attached to an inanimate object makes more sense than... a rug just coming to life.

oh, yeah. the rug that came to life is trying to help her. Jan shakes herself and gestures broadly towards the garage, leading the way down there and opening the door for the flying mattress chariot. if this thing is alive or aware, however that works, she doesn't want to be a dick.

she quickly grabs her device out of her pocket as she walks and waves it in front of where she thinks its eyes must be, based on where it's pointing itself:]

thanks
gimmesometassel: (Me?)

2a

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-17 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Carpet has been flitting about trying to make sure the house is taken care of for most of the day now, and helping his housemates settle in as best he can. Most of the preparations seem par for the course--so it's a little surprising to see a boy laying out blankets on the deck. Surely that can't be a comfortable room to claim! Can it?

Carpet types out a quick message, then drifts out to watch (and show Naruto his device) with some measure of concern.]


Are you really going to sleep out here?
oorah: (♛074)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-17 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ he startles, but only briefly, recognizing her from his brief trip to the house. a house they now share with a bunch of other assholes, apparently. frank looks away sharply, glancing down into his jar though he sets it aside a second later. it's only been hours and yet her voice sounds harsh and almost jarring to his ears. he shrugs a shoulder, feeling tired all of the sudden. if this were another place, another time; whether he knew her or not he'd forfeit the garage in a heartbeat. but it isn't and they're not so he just shakes his head and makes a hell no gesture by cutting the air with his hand and then pointing to himself with a tiny frown. the message is clear: mine. ]
ghostfluster: (worth the fight)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-17 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Rosa is KIND OF HOVERING since SHE IS NOW DEDICATED TO CATCHING THIS COUCH IF IT SLIDES, but also, oh right, the faster she actually shows him where house nine is the less time he is actually hefting her couch. she is kind of impressed actually! it's a lot to heft.

thank you, she mouths at him, ducking her head, and then hustles them down the path. at least it's not that far to go; there's that much to be said for how consolidated this frightened community is.]
lifewithoutrest: (curls:   worn)

pre-meeting rounds;

[personal profile] lifewithoutrest 2018-01-17 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Helen isn't entirely certain what it is they're meant to be looking for or why an emergency meeting is being called, but she suspects it has to do with their recent arrival. The people here are afraid, that much is obvious. She wishes she had more answers, and she doubts even the locals can give them, their lives so driven by that fear and apparently cut off from all other sense of civilization.

For now, though, she'll do as she's asked, turning toward the man she's been paired with for the afternoon and typing her introduction. ]


Helen Magnus. It's a pleasure to meet you. Shall we?

[ Her eyes wander just briefly to the fresh bandages and steel claws. ]
gimmesometassel: (Me?)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-17 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Carpet looks from the message to the snitch and back, thoughtful; there's no way for a faceless creature like him to properly express the uncertainty and confusion he feels, finally being able to look properly at something that..... could very well be the closest thing he's ever had to a peer before. But Remus seems to know, so he can ask.....]

Is it alive? Like me?

[It's a moment before he adds, almost as an afterthought:]

What's Quidditch?
ghostfluster: (my ears won't listen)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-17 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[she's jumped back a bit all the same, on reflex; for a moment she's poised like a dancer, hands clapped comically to both sides of her head, eyes very wide at the double surprise.

(being from a world of ghosts, her first thoughts isn't actually 'living carpet,' though. more, 'what spirit is moving that carpet and why can't I see it? weird.')

...she relaxes when he draws back, mostly, shaking her head and mouthing it's okay, it's okay! her hair doesn't relax, though: it's a bit of a snarl in her grip, parts of it coiled into tentacles and feathers around the flapping Snitch.

hm. problem?]
shotfired: Glowbat @ tumblr (Let's fuck shit up)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-17 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Metamorphmagus. Sounds like if Alter Self was a cantrip instead of a level two spell. Lup wonders about his world's magic. Was it more restricted than hers? Otherwise, why have a name for someone who can change their appearance?

Right now isn't really the time to ask those questions, though. ]


They look so happy. You're lucky to have them.
toomuchridgewood: (surprise)

[personal profile] toomuchridgewood 2018-01-17 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ She blinks, surprised at the implication. Though not offended. None of them know each other, or what sort of place they are coming from. She shakes her head and opens her jar of pickles. When she speaks again it's much quieter. ]

I don't want it. I like the big windows I have. I just wish there weren't windows between my room and that big one inside.

[She tries a pickle. It is so salty. Her eyes fly wide as she struggles not to spit it out. ]
Edited 2018-01-17 07:08 (UTC)
a2brutus: (016)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-17 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's not every day that A2 gets willingly approached, considering her permanent scowl! But she really does appreciate being waved down, and she offers an awkward half wave back, not really knowing how to silently reciprocate a greeting.

Or you know, just reciprocate a greeting in general.

So she just cuts right to the point.

Need help?
oorah: (♛082)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-17 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ he relaxes when she lowers her volume, though he's still glancing around to see if any natives are about to tackle her. they seem safe for the moment. frank nods when he looks back at her face, then immediately grins at her reaction to the pickle. he picks back up his jar and offers her a peach instead. ]
a2brutus: (021)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-17 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
So what now?

Because A2 doesn't know how to deal with the should have been permanently dead coming back to life. If 2B could be here...

Maybe she'll see the others again, one day. Is it wrong to think that?
saltsplash: (Show me!)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-17 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods! And types into his device.]

I was going to give up trying to carry a fridge into my place, but you're a pro! Mind if I borrow you for it?
a2brutus: (024)

whoops sorry abt the prose... im going to bed sweats

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-17 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Don't mind at all. Don't know what a fridge is, though.

[There aren't any fridges where A2 comes from...]
ghostfluster: (nowhere to hide)

first [i]mpressions

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-17 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Rosa certainly looks human, since she's calm enough at the moment; depending how sensitive A2's sensors are, though, that illusion may not hold for long.

she looks pretty surprised by the greeting, and her hand wavers up for a second to try and return the gestures, before she decides that might be weird and rude and settles for a small wave back instead.]

hi, nice to meet you! what does that mean?
saltsplash: (That's the space they occupy)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-17 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[???? Weird. He gestures for her to follow, typing as he walked.]

Device that keeps food cold! I don't need a big one, but even the smaller ones are heavy.
raggetiedoctor: ([smile])

house eight

[personal profile] raggetiedoctor 2018-01-17 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The Doctor doesn't need a whole lot to make his room more cozy - and how funny is that, his room, hasn't needed one of those in quite some time. Ideally all he needs is a beautiful blue box, but then, if he had that, he wouldn't need the room, now would he?

So, time to spruce up the place! He already managed to bring a chair over on his own, nothing fancy or even all that comfortable for long periods of sitting. Now if he can just find someone to help him bring a table back... He's walking quietly through the house when he comes across a young man who appears idle at the moment. Excellent, it's time he should meet some of his housemates, at any rate.

Tapping him lightly on the shoulder, the Doctor shows him the simple message he's typed out:]


Hello there, I'm the Doctor. Can I trouble you to fetch a table with me? It's all I need to 'settle in', but I need an extra pair of hands to bring it over.
Edited 2018-01-17 07:24 (UTC)
gimmesometassel: (Has a Point)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-17 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Carpet follows where he's directed, picking a likely looking spot in the garage and carefully turning in midair. One edge touches the floor nearly noiselessly, then the other; Carpet bends double to grab the edge and lift it enough to slide himself out, revealing he's holding a communicator of his own. A quick glance at Jan's, and he gives her what's definitely a thumbs up. No problem!]
ghostfluster: (didn't waste a verse)

c

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-17 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[this housemate looks super nonthreatening, at least. she's short and slight and has an easy smile; she's also carrying, of all things, a little pot with two kinds of plants, which she gestures to before replying]

i was actually goig to ask about putting it out here for a bit, if you don't mibnd? it needs a bit of light
shotfired: (Are you stupid?)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-17 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lup had jumped on the master bedroom pretty much immediately. It was big, had some sick bay windows, and had plenty of wall space for research and shit. She only hauled in a few things before giving up and flopping onto a pile of blankets.

When Kilgrave comes in, she just stares for a second. ]


Hey, did you know that knocking exists? As in, that think people do before sensually caressing someone's wall.
gimmesometassel: (Me?)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-17 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[What just.....? Not all humans' hair can do that, can it? (Is that why Jasmine has hers tied back with so many bands?) Carpet drifts a little closer to study the snarl more carefully, much slower and more controlled in his approach this time. This is a bit of a problem..... how are they going to get it out? Can she control her hair?]