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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



skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (yllättävä.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-17 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Since I read that they wouldn't hand back a knife - would they give him back his outfit from home, if he seemed visibly upset that they were taking it and if it were basically soundproof already?
porkbelly: (To quote Yurio: HUH?)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-17 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. He's only not nice when it's time to go over my skating mistakes. But that's more of being firm than being mean.

I'm afraid there isn't an excuse that can make up for things if we lose too much time. Things will just go on without us.
raggetiedoctor: ([pensive])

[personal profile] raggetiedoctor 2018-01-17 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh the Doctor has questions, all right, so many questions, but he's not the man who questions, he's the man who talks, sorry...so sorry...]

All right, so, this has been going on for generations, you say, so long that you cannot even remember which came first; the chicken or the egg - put another way, these Sound Eaters and the Room.

[Capital 'R' and everything... He shudders a little, places that don't need to be proper nouns being proper noun'd is usually not good.]

Yet you've had children, you've carried on, you've found ways to survive and- and that is brilliant, I have to give you that. But through all that, you've lived most of your lives in silence, finding alternative ways to communicate but not really talking, shouting, singing, laughing - all the best parts about being human, in my experience.

So! My question to you is, in all your years of living with these Sound Eaters, finding ways to avoid attacks, having your community suffer for it - has anyone ever been able to make contact, to communicate, with them?
shotfired: (Wink wink)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-17 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lup has been to a lot of worlds where this is the immediate response. And while she would never admit it to anyone, Lu Li's hesitation is both endearing and nostalgic.

Why a cute lol robot would be this cautious is anyone's guess, but Lup doesn't want to scare her away.

So, she keeps the friendly smile on her face as she lights another blade of grass on fire and then snuffs it out. ]


Oh, this? I'm just using my hella cool wizard powers.
born2b: (more meaningless conjecture)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-17 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[2B sure doesn't know what the hell he's saying. What is that motion across his mouth even supposed to mean? Her brows draw together in consternation as she tilts her head in confusion.

Shaking her head, it doesn't matter, she holds out her hand with her gaze on the bottle of drink. Let her get rid of it for you, taller human.]
cxivth: (:\)

noctis lucis caelum | final fantasy xv

[personal profile] cxivth 2018-01-17 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
MUZZLE & MUTE.
( by the time the world started coming back into focus, noctis found himself staring down at the cuffs of an unfamiliar, dark coloured jumpsuit. with bleary, unfocused eyes he looked around, trying to wrack his brain as to when he might have fallen asleep...

the room was unfamiliar and the faces even more so.
but it was okay, there was a simple explanation of all of this.

locking eyes with someone nearby, he reached up to his own cheek, and pinched down, hard.
his blue eyes go wide with an obvious— uh oh. )

MAN IN THE HAT.
( he'd followed the man in the hat, thinking that somehow this guy was willing to share some additional information but instead... the jar of— something is handed over to him. looking at it, he can make a guess at what it's supposed to be, but it definitely doesn't look like any drink he's ever seen...

turning to head back to the house, he looked down and slowly, silently, opened the lid of the jar... and leeeeaned slowly in to sniff at the contents.

he recoiled almost immediately, lip curling up at the discovery he'd apparently made. he can be found braving another whiff either on the way home from the man's house, or approaching house five. )

SOUND EATERS. ( closed to dirk )
( patrol...? noctis didn't even know what the hell he was supposed to be looking for. some kind of monsters? creatures that were attracted to every day sound and voices? it was a lot to digest all at once, what with being ripped from one reality into this one and all.

bringing out the phone they'd given him, his shoulders heaved in a barely-audible sigh as he typed. )


you ever heard of a "sound eater" before this?

WILDCARD.
( anything else that works that is outside the above! housemates, moving furniture, etc etc. )
cxivth: (:|)

c. house five! (assuming they know by this point they're in this together, if that's okay!)

[personal profile] cxivth 2018-01-17 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
( creeping out from beyond the breakfast nook comes noctis. his arms are folded over his chest as he leans against a wall opposite to ignis, staying silent as he watches his friend's inspection from the corner of his eye.

after awhile, he reaches down, and flips something out from his pocket. the item that the natives had found and returned to him... the picture of himself, gladio, ignis and prompto— the one they'd all posed for with the regalia at hammerhead.

he looks down at it for awhile, laying there on the counter, then looks up at ignis, his question written clearly on his face.
if not here, where do you suppose those two are, now? )
Edited 2018-01-17 09:24 (UTC)
warfares: <user name="recadreuse"> (Default)

[personal profile] warfares 2018-01-17 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
Awesome. Also, do the Natives wear the same kinds of jumpsuits or is that limited to the newcomers?
toomuchridgewood: (grimace)

[personal profile] toomuchridgewood 2018-01-17 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aloy takes a swig out of the jar the man in the hat gave her.

She thought it was water. The smell of the spirits stings her nose just a moment before she feels, more than tastes, the burn in her throat. She coughs, but manages not to spit. Much.

She gives him, and the peaches, a wary look. He could be trying to help, or just giving her something else awful because it's funny. Still giving him a wary look, she takes the jar of peaches and fishes out a slice.

It feels weird and squishy and slimy. Like a big slug. The syrup coats her fingers and drips down her palm, making her entire hand sticky. Still, she figures it can't be worse than the pickle.

She shoves the entire thing in her mouth. Which is then coated in the same incredibly sweet syrup that now coated her hand. The texture of the peach was just as slimy and squishy as it felt in her hand. She chews and swallows slowly, her brow furrowing and her expression growing more and more pinched.

She swallows and shakes her head.

With sticky fingers, she slowly manages to type on her device. ]


this food is weird
toomuchridgewood: (smirk)

Sound Eaters

[personal profile] toomuchridgewood 2018-01-17 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ These people are desperate, and Aloy wants to help. She's sure she can defeat this problem. After all, she had fought off the Shadow Carja and defeated HADES. These monsters are powerful, she doesn't doubt that. But she's pretty sure they lack the intelligence of the corrupted A.I.

After the meeting, she paces the perimeter of the town. She needs her weapons. She understands the townspeople's caution. But her bow is quiet. Her spear is quiet. They hardly make the noise of a cannon. She'll have to wait for her bow, but if she can find the right materials, she can make some kind of spear. Enough to defend herself, or take down some game if she finds it.

She won't find the materials she needs in town. And she's not sure if she's quite ready to venture into the forest alone. So when she sees another young woman, one with a capable air, venturing forth, Aloy quickly follows.

She doesn't speak to the other woman, just gives her a bit of a smile and tilts her head in the direction they're traveling. ]
rockypath: (look at my face)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-17 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She gave him a look, both amused and playfully irritated. The 'yeah, right' needed no text.

But the joke was on you Frank, because she'll be calling you 'Punching Bag' from now until eternity even after she learned your actual name and those bruises healed.]


Alright, PB it is. [They were approaching a building that didn't look like another house. Perhaps some kind of storage building or a store? Not that anyone had any money to buy anything. She gestured to him and then the building. Was that where they were going?]
clarius: (067. ❀ SNOWTIME.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-17 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ one thing’s for clear is that she’s anxious about something.

the blonde's expression is fraught, her body taut with tension like she's trying to suppress the urge to do something phenomenally dumb. since she's able to meet the eye looking at her, it's, perhaps, safe to say it isn't lu li's appearance that has her upset and scared.

she fumbles in her attempt to get the damn device out, yanking it out with more force than needed so she can type out her response. typos be damned. ]


Sorrry. I'm looking for something i dropped. Coul dyou help? [ please goes unsaid but, really, the expression she's wearing says it all with the big wide eyes and pleading expression. ]
priwen: (coming home)

sound eaters

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-17 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lillina's voice might be subdued by the sea of whispers, but her emotions ripple through the room and ping on Alexandre's radar. It's inevitable, how his Echo feeds the surface emotions of others to him - sadness and pain.

His eyes trace the room for its source and land on her. (She is so small.) Knowing naught of her predicament means there isn't much to say; once she accosts him, his only response would be to offer her what was in his hand.

A scrap of cloth with the edges sewn neatly inwards, with a small decorated corner where he had practiced embroidery on. Perhaps it could serve as a handkerchief. ]
priwen: (answers)

C

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-17 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alex might have already stood out to Joseph as a man seven feet tall with strength and nimbleness to match - he's quiet, very much so, almost at home in the silence. He has to bend down to get through the door, taking a seat in the singular stool stored in the kitchen.

In lieu of speaking, he'll shake his head with a slight smile. ]


I'm alright.

How are the pickles?
priwen: (coming home)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-17 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The main issue with being a weaver in this kind of community is that such things are bound to be very loud - and therefore quite dangerous. If it were an issue with Remus' unfamiliarity, he'd rather not risk it. ]

I may have the plans somewhere, but if that is the case, then perhaps it would be safer if I made it by hand. I worry for the sound.
twoaffirmations: (game | thoughtful)

grave

[personal profile] twoaffirmations 2018-01-17 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[9S is wearing his visor again, it being the memento that the humans of this place gifted him. It was still functional, though not in its entirety. It was more precious than ever now.

But the reason why he lingered outside even after the meeting was over was simple. He couldn't suppress the thought that he wanted to test the truth for himself; it's just that he couldn't do it where there were potential human casualties around.

9S didn't realize he was staring at the human in the pink tie until he turned to look at him. He visibly stammers, and then signs with a speed that could rival even Reigen's sweeping hand gestures.]


Are you okay? That was some pretty heavy stuff.
Edited 2018-01-17 14:19 (UTC)
born2b: (it's fine i'm fine you're fine)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-17 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[2B nods. Indeed, she is new to it. It's... well. She frowns, before typing out--]

I appreciate the opportunity to be here.

[A pause, before she adds--]

It's an honour to serve mankind.

[--And holds up her device, her expression impassive.]
Edited (whoops forgot part of my tag) 2018-01-17 14:20 (UTC)
born2b: (dissonant serenity)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-17 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
2B's gaze slides away, following the actions of the nearby local people, before she types--

I'm going to help the humans here.

Her fingers hover over the device, not yet showing A2 her words.

She doesn't know what A2 meant by Command betraying them. She doesn't really know A2 at all. She was surprised A2 even came and helped her. Surprised A2 carried out the wish of a dying android who was her enemy. She doesn't know what A2 has been doing all the time she's been on the run from Command. Does she even care about YoRHa's mission any more, after going rogue?

She adds a bit more before holding up her device.

What will you do?
priwen: (i am the sea)

[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-17 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ california.... doesn't ring any bells, sadly. ]

I could spin some if I have fibre. The issue is doing it quietly.
xochipilli_cursed: (Heh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-17 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aaron waits, looking over the sticks and then reads up on the rules only to have them snatched away and a stipulation added. Aaron grins and types out on his device as well.]

Okay! Get creative with your questions.

[Aaron's a very superficial open book. He'd answer most things about himself while avoiding or glossing over the serious parts. So this makes the game more fun.]
xochipilli_cursed: (Default)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-17 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aaron throws rock. Good old rock, nothing beats rock. Except for this time.

Aaron forces himself to laugh silently but still laughs. Okay, bad start, try again.

"1,2,3."

Aaron throws Rock again.]
born2b: (it's fine i'm fine you're fine)

[Closed]

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-17 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sound Eaters - Closed to Albert Wesker]
2B wonders, a little, what the danger truly is. Why must they be so silent? But she cannot see an enemy and these are orders from humans, therefore it isn't something she has much interest in enquiring further into.

When she is paired off with a human, she observes the man's appearance before she salutes with her left hand over where her heart would be, were she human.

[The Man in the Hat - Closed to 6O]
There isn't much of interest for 2B in the party. Socialising was never particularly her strong point and the silence is near stifling. Food is unnecessary and she's not about to consume some and effectively take away nourishment from humans who actually need it.

She's about to leave when she sees a familiar head of blonde hair and her voice catches in her throat, silently mouthing Operator 6O's name. Hearting her distorted voice over the Bunker intercoms was so painful.

She takes a step towards 6O, not believing her eyes. But if she is here, that means it's entirely possible for 6O to be...
Edited 2018-01-20 13:12 (UTC)
xochipilli_cursed: (So I was saying)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-17 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shouldn't he say something like, "They're probably worried sick" or "Of course they'd notice?" He doesn't though. He doesn't know this kids life. He's already so serious anyways.

So changing that topic.]


Well, if you ever need an adult or someone messes up big time, give me a call. My names Aaron... but I think this device knows me as Xochipilli.

[He shows the kid his device so he can see the spelling.]
warfares: <user name="recadreuse"> (Default)

kylo ren ⋆ star wars

[personal profile] warfares 2018-01-17 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
MOVING IN - HOUSE TEN.
[ If there's one advantage to having lived an ascetic lifestyle for so long it's that his needs are simple and easily satisfied—which is just as well, as the master bedroom is the first one to be claimed.

He settles on the bedroom next to the kitchen: a modest space that's bright and clean, with a large window and a door that locks. There's no bed, no real furniture to speak of beyond the large built-in closet on the far wall, but he'll take the illusion of privacy until a better alternative can be found. ]

MAN IN THE HAT.
[ The party is a sombre affair despite the obvious attempts made to lighten the mood; never really one for such gatherings, Ren retreats to a quiet corner to pick over a jar of peaches and observe.

Natives thread their way through the crowds, distributing items with an almost religious care. He plucks another peach from his jar, pressing it to his mouth absently.

Eventually one of them make their way toward him, extending a pair of gloves expectantly. Crosh-hide, he notes, turning them over once he is alone again, a pricey indulgence, so it is a shame that they are far too small to be his. ]

SOUND EATERS.
[ There is nothing of value to be learned, Ren concludes; like before they are offered vagaries and half-truths and are expected to blindly accept them as fact.

That isn't going to work for him.

Late afternoon is transitioning into evening by the time his patience gives way entirely, leading him to slip outside in the hopes of taking advantage of everyone's distraction. Reims is a large place, after all, and if they are unable to provide him with satisfactory answers he is more than willing to ferret them out himself. ]


WILDCARD.
[ Feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] resurrectionist if you'd like something else! ]
xochipilli_cursed: (smirk)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-17 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has to choke down a laugh. Even that little bit of noise is going to get him dirty looks and he just covers his mouth.

He waits until he's pretty sure he's fine and then he lets his hands move from his mouth to type out his response.]


I don't know many religious types who trade crosses for magic rocks anyways.

So, where are you from?