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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



shrimpcocktail: (Default)

[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-16 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Eleanor chooses to ignore the look, because how she types is perfectly fine and efficient. In her opinion. Beyond that...well, she shrugs. He's got a point. The brow she raises says she agrees as well. Then, typing again]

shit, i didnt even think of furniture. HEY I CAN TYPE SHIT. INSTEAD OF SHIRT. [Her face blooms into an award winning grin. This is the best news clearly she could of gotten.] [i wonder if i could talk, i could swear too...]

[Realizing she's being a little self-involved (which she's trying to avoid these days) she puts a hand out. An intro, though she seems to have one handed typing down with the other]

im eleanor shellstrop
Edited 2018-01-16 03:12 (UTC)
ghostfluster: (blurs all the colours)

Rosa Torres | OC

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-16 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
i. moving day

[there's a smallish girl who's been left scratching her head on one of the sandpaths, next to a reasonably bulky couch and a (very well-muffled) bundle of cookware, obviously pondering how she's supposed to get it back to her assigned housing.

if you're in a similar predicament, she might catch your eye with a slightly nervous smile, and gesture at you, then her, then your pile, then her pile. help each other out?]

ii. party central...?
[Rosa still knows how to cook, more or less, but she hasn't had many actual meals since coming back to life, and her sense of what flavors should or should not go together is still a bit shot.

and that is why you may see her in the middle of the party, looking down at the open-faced peach-and-pickle sandwich she just took a bite out of, looking deeply, soulfully betrayed.

she might meet your stare when she looks up from it, if so; you'll see her turn bright red, and her hair actually start to – bristle? as she draws her shoulders up in embarrassment.

(are the ends of it wiggling?)]

iiia. perimeter check (for katsuki yuuri)
[since they haven't even begun to master the sign language yet, there's nothing for it but to tap-type a message out on the device and show him the screen]

hi, i'mm rosa. do you want to go chejk the paths, or the wallls? i'm easy.

[and bad at not typoing, apparently]

iiib. the meeting
[when the initial hubbub of noise calms down, after the natives finish explaining, Rosa hesitates and then pipes up:]

Are you sure death is permanent? Could – could there be a chance the Sound Eaters take those people and – well, transform them into fellow Eaters?

I don't mean to be insensitive, but if that's actually a possibility...perhaps they could be brought back?
Edited 2018-01-16 03:14 (UTC)
clarius: (104. ❀ DRIVE.)

[personal profile] clarius 2018-01-16 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ lorem’s face lights up at the mention of strength, relief clear on her expression because thank goodness. it isn’t difficult to tell that lorem is not built for fighting or heavy lifting despite her height. ]

That's good to hear. The strength I mean. It seems like everyone here in town needs all the help they can get.

T answer your questions about the shields - They’re big enough to cover me and whoever is by my side when they come up. From experience they’ve been able to fend off physical blows like punches and shots and the like. It's exhaustive to use however. I try to use them only in emergencies.
Edited (cleared out the subject title. apologies for that!) 2018-01-16 03:13 (UTC)
xochipilli_cursed: (Heh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Aaron grins. Technically that should still be able to work and honestly he's tempted. Still, he might as well lie and up the value of his little stone and string.

He holds up one finger toward Faith, hoping "one moment" is universal and then he holds the quartz hanging in front of him. He focuses on it and concentrates. After a minute the quartz starts to sway even though it doesn't appear he's moved his hand. Simple magic trick any showman could pull, right?

Then the stone swings up and stops, pointing outward. Technically, it's pointing to the jar of pickles several tables over. He's starting to realize how limited this little trick is for him right now. The moment he loses focus it falls and swings naturally again. He drops it into his other palm and holds it out to her.]
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shotfired: (Wink wink)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Man it would be so boring to have only one spell. Like what would you even do. ]

Well yes, I am a wizard and I can make things go boom. But I can do A LOT more than that, my man.

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2018-01-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
How long have you been living like this?
dryeyes: anxiety: absolutely not [<user name="if">] (anxiety: im gonna drain all your energy)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, House Four: This is your Roommate

[When it gets down to it, Aizawa is a man of very few needs. He'd considered what would be absolutely necessary for his personal quarters and found very little. If you happen to peek into it, the first bedroom will be remarkably barren. There's a comforter on the ground, forming a makeshift kind of futon. The only other thing in it appears to be a pile of rope, swiped from the various construction storehouses, stored in a coil in the corner of the room.]

[There's literally nothing else.]

[And if you check in on him near the silent hour, he'll just be an unmoving lump of messy black hair and the drab, un-decorated clothes he was given upon arrival. He appears to be taking a nap. The quiet movement of his breathing is the only clue that he's actually alive, he sleeps so damn solidly.]

[Not that he's any more communicative if your character drops in when he's awake, just sort of shifting and staring with an irritated sort of "What do you need?" look.]


Firewater and Insomnia

[Even a stiff party with whispered joy is too much for Aizawa. He's grateful enough for the trinket that was returned to him (a small, laminated identification card) but it didn't really sit well with him to celebrate anything right now. Was there really anything worth welcoming them over, here?]

[It's when he's leaving that he gets caught by the man with the hat (the only one with such a hat) and finds himself something to at least make the whole thing a little bit more tolerable.]

[Emphasis on a little because the drink absolutely burns and makes him bury his fist against his mouth to mute a cough. It's alcohol, though, suitable for some absurd parody of taking the edge off after work. He'll start idly patrolling the town, jar in hand, taking in the silence and the darkness. Your character can catch him wandering anywhere around town, sometimes along the sanded paths, sometimes up on parts of the buildings he probably shouldn't have been able to climb up onto. He can be found any time before midnight, when he'll finally return home to... probably still not sleep.]


Patrol Duty with 6O (closed)

[He recognizes who the natives gesture him towards, with the written instructions coming up clearly on his device when they sign. The girl preoccupied with the flowers. He'd escorted her back to one of the houses when that quiet hour drew near. Well, provided she didn't get too distracted along the way, it shouldn't be a big deal.]

[He makes a gesture to her to follow him, apparently deciding that no additional pleasantries were needed. His device stays in his hand, a remnant of checking with the natives, but he doesn't type anything into it himself or even look at it right away to see if she "said" anything.]


Still in a Dream, Sound Eater

[He's hearing a lot of things he doesn't like here, the foremost of which being that apparently the whole reason they were brought here- the reason the natives wanted them here- was just to stay. To replenish their population, stay the rest of their lives, and grow old and scared and then welcome the next generation of misplaced souls. That sort of thing was unacceptable, to him. He lets out a tired-sounding breath, and clasps his hands together. If they could speak here, quietly, they should take advantage of it.]

If anyone's interested in staying here, you're more than welcome. [he was only really responsible for one other person here, after all. He leans forward a bit, a little more business-like than his usual slouch.]

The rest of us should consider our options.
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[personal profile] subject002 2018-01-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ alright, no delay from her end, either. he can respect that. tanaka trudges along, positioned diagonally from her, one pace behind and one to the side -- not directly behind her, because even in a place like this, he's vaguely aware that might be intimidating.

he first answers her question with a shrug, almost making an accompanying noise before catching himself. ]


Who knows. Even if we find something we might not be able to fix it.

[ looking at his hand and flexing his fingers as he says that. he knows his way around basic tools, but he's not that good at handiwork in general. ]
xochipilli_cursed: (Heh)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He thinks a moment and then responds.]

Lead to gold? Men to frogs? Brooms to devious dancing friends?
poodlemom: (Can you move faster my perfect boy)

Man in the Hat

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-01-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Similarly to Poe, Victor had been handed a small ring. He held in a gasp of joy, hands flying outward with thrown wide fingers, before reaching in quickly and snatching it from the gifters hands. After immediately turned over a few times to make sure it was what he thought it was, he gleamed back at the native with a wide smile. They probably don't expect to flung toward and hugged, but that's what Victor does, not lingering too long in the villagers discomfort to be suddenly embraced. Getting his distance again, Victor puts the ring on his fingers, his engagement ring, he couldn't have wanted anything more from home....

He might bump Poe on accident during a thoughtless, joyous little spin in place, hand outreached to admire the gold band. Rather graceful in his recovery and give a wilted, apologetic smile to the man he knocked into. Whoops!]
rockypath: (look at my face)

A

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith had been on her way to find the houses the natives had told her to look for after explaining where she was. Fucked up silent hell, as far as Faith could surmise.

She was staring absently at her device, trying to work it out. It was pretty much a cell phone, pretty straightforward. Then she stopped turning to see... a dog. It was just sitting there.

Oh shit. It was hurt!

She'd never been much of an animal person, but not for lack of desire. Her mother had just never let her have one and being the Slayer (and being in prison) hadn't left much time for having a pet. Faith started to move slowly closer, hands held out to show she didn't mean to harm it. She wanted to see first that the dog wasn't just going to attack her if she tried to help.]
iisupergirlii: (serious discussion)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-01-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Kara stretches above the crowd to try and see who said that - spotting him, her eyes widening. well, holy crow, that was nice of him.

she clears her throat, reaches up to adjust her glasses that aren't there, and with a determined look, asks her last question again.]


All right, one more question then. If we're quiet, are there any other threats here?
ghostfluster: (than i could ever create)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Do the Sound Eaters ever...just take people who make noise, or are they simply left dead? I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] subject002 2018-01-16 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's ... weird. he's been around a lot of weird people, but this is an entirely unfamiliar brand of weird. also, he can't remember the last time he shook someone's hand. tanaka looks at the offered hand like it's something completely foreign for a moment before taking it. his hand is surprisingly soft, his grip firm as he shakes once, then lets go. ]

Tanaka

[ maybe he should have given a pseudonym? whatever, it's too late, and it's such a common last name that he won't worry about it, he decides. and also, there's a more pressing matter at hand. ]

Why is it so surprising that you can swear? They never said we can't swear.
shotfired: Glowbat @ tumblr (Let's fuck shit up)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lup can barely manage staying quiet on a good day, so this town hall is a godsend. Having to whisper kind of sucks, but she'll take that over complete silence any day of the week. ]

I was a little busy juggling these nerd glasses to notice, but I can look. What did you drop?
lunisolar: (death doesn't discriminate)

[personal profile] lunisolar 2018-01-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
do the devices show the in-game date? if so, what is the in-game date?
rockypath: (dark side)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-16 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Got it. Only to be used if we need it. Not just for shits and giggles. [Faith winked after typing that, smiling. Just because they were in this weird ass place didn't mean they couldn't be a little lighthearted, right?] Want to get going and start our little sound proofing mission?
xochipilli_cursed: (Err)

ii

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-16 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, Aaron's staring. He's staring in abject horror as she makes the sandwich and as she takes a bite. He stares up until the moment meets his gaze. Yup, that's embarrassing.

So Aaron hastily, and awkwardly, tries to make it better. He takes a pickle and some peaches, puts them between bread in a far messier version of what she just did and takes a big old bite out of it, filling his cheeks.

Yup, that was a mistake. He slowly, and agonizingly chews while forcing a smile.]
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