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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



saltsplash: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-19 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
In a place like this, seems like it's inevitable.
porkbelly: (Very interesting ... but stupid.)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-19 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Yuuri nods somberly.]

Yeah. Getting out. The idea of being here long enough to establish a rink is not preferable.
ghostfluster: (capture every moment)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-19 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
rosa. thank you, and same back at you. less with the lifting, but i can cook and i'm pretty ok with gardening and stuff

[a sudden brief, bright smile]

maybe if we want to grow something that goes a bit bettwer with peaches.
ghostfluster: (guess i won't)

[personal profile] ghostfluster 2018-01-19 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
a lot of them are kind of noisy, i guess...? if we have to be totally silent...or maybe they just dont want to hand those out to us when they don't know us

what are you going to do with it, do you mind telling me?
waffler: (Default)

[personal profile] waffler 2018-01-19 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[His knowing who she is terrifies her. The thought that Mike might have told someone about her doesn't even cross her mind. She's used to only the bad men knowing who she is. And right now, she thinks he might be one of them.

Her eyes go even wider, and her jaw drops as she softly exhales. There's no use denying that's who she is, her reaction makes it obvious enough. So she slowly raises her arm to extend her hand, ready to send him flying if he tries to grab her.
]
oorah: (♛064)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-19 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ he laughs soundlessly this time, shaking his head. he takes the cards from her and tosses them together as quietly as he can. he never noticed how loud shuffling cards was until he's trying to do it silently. rummy? he mouths, wondering if she knows it. because that's his game. or it was. ]
a2brutus: (016)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-19 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
I'll do whatever you want me too. It don't exactly have a preference.

[Not where humans are concerned, anyway.]
oorah: (♛020)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-19 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh wow frank that wasn't smart. he puts both hands down like surrender, palms facing the earth. he shakes his head and tries to make himself seem as small as possible. ] Mike. [ it's a raspy whisper, barely audible. ]
waffler: (Default)

[personal profile] waffler 2018-01-19 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He confuses her at first, and her hand drops down as she wrinkles up her nose and tries to make sense out of what he's doing. But then he says Mike's name and she sucks in a breath of air. Holding it in her chest she gives a quick nod of her head.]

Mike.

[She repeats, voice barely above a whisper. Her hand taps at her chest, and she gives him the answer he's looking for.]

Eleven.

[Her head nods over toward him as she looks him over. What's his name?]
oorah: (♛049)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-19 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Frank. [ he says in that same raspy whisper, digging in his pocket for his device, his other hand still out so she knows it isn't something to hurt her. fucking scaring children out here god he sucks. ]

mike told me your name. sorry. didn't mean to scare you.

[ with anyone else he probably would have stormed off honestly. he definitely wouldn't have given her his name. but these are just kids. they don't belong here and he intends to do whatever is in his power to right that. ] ]
twoaffirmations: (game | awe)

[personal profile] twoaffirmations 2018-01-19 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's what I heard... But wait, how is alcohol used to toast someone? I suppose it's flammable, but that's still pretty morbid, isn't it?

[He completely misunderstood.]
axecop: (Yellow sky)

[personal profile] axecop 2018-01-19 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Phew. Thanks, Victor.]

No, I don't. [He'll gladly lecture you about it, too.] Why?
waffler: (Default)

poor frank

[personal profile] waffler 2018-01-19 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Frank.

[She repeats, so quiet that she barely hears her own voice inside her head. His name is Frank, and he knows Mike. If Mike told him her name, then that means Mike trusts him. That means she can trust him too. So she tries to relax a little and creeps in closer, close enough that she can slowly read the message on his device.

Her own is pulled out and it takes her some time to type but she eventually gets it all out.
]

Only the bad men knew my name.

[She tries to explain to him, so he understands that she doesn't mean him harm. But he's pretty lucky, he was about to be thrown into a building by a little girl.]
axecop: (Not sure if)

[personal profile] axecop 2018-01-19 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe the next batch will turn out more to your taste. He had quite a bit ready to go.

[Aaahh, coping mechanisms.]

Detective Joseph Oda. Nice to meet you, Mr...?
underachievement: i don't think he is (is the devil calling people "chumps"?)

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-01-19 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ a couple of the people who go off with the guy look more like they're spoiling for a fight than willfully misplacing trust, mostly in the way they carry themselves. Faith is one of those people, and Jess is similarly disappointed by the apparently uneventful trip. the lack of proven shadiness just makes him extra shady, in Jess's opinion. the answer to her question is suitably creepy and probably the most accurate she's likely to get, if true.

Jess bites back a sigh and narrows her thoughts down to ]
Did he make it seem like it was illegal or something?
poodlemom: (Where's my boy?)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-01-19 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Victor is reading and responding intently, hardly focused at all on their little task while socializing is to be had. While Kara is melting metal with super powers, he's swallowed by his screen and thoughts.]

Same time and place, roughly. I've already met a "professional" super hero and then there's this thing after us that seems to be a ghost- all fiction where I'm from! [yeah, superheroes, how crazy, right?]
353: (pic#11973784)

[personal profile] 353 2018-01-19 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's funny how much Mike wants to hear Eleven's voice too, even though she hardly speaks. There's something so soft about the way she says his name, it does things to his stomach he doesn't quite understand yet.

He wishes he had a tissue on him, not just for Eleven but for himself too, but she's the last person he'd be embarrassed about crying in front of. I understand, he can imagine her saying, letting go of any shame he might feel. He nods at her to signal he grasps what she means by her tap against her chest - it's good that they seem to have this physical language with each other, but that's always been there since the moment Eleven mimed a gun to her head.

Moving with her to get more comfortable, he just about reads her message before she's pulling him into another hug and Mike won't complain, not when he's spent sleepless nights hugging his pillow, wishing it were her. At least here, they have the luxury of time and privacy to do this.

They've probably been hugging for a few minutes now, Mike rubbing his hand up and down Eleven's back soothingly, the way he likes to be comforted by his mom. Eventually he pulls back to tap at his own chest. Me too, is what means in response to her last message. The next thing he wants to say he can't explain with hand gestures, so he'll type on his device: ]


I never stopped thinking you were alive. I called you every night. [ But you never spoke back. Why hadn't she? His mind was whirling with questions his fingers couldn't keep up with typing. He didn't want to overwhelm her with too much text to read, he was just glad to have her back... and with curly hair now, much to his surprise. ]
rockypath: (deadly intentions)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-19 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith gave him a thumbs up, managing to look apologetic despite her thoroughly irritated body language. This entire thing was like a nightmare. Silence. She fucking hated silence to begin with. And having to watch her every move, every detail of things she'd done in the past without a second thought? Fuck.

Seriously. The worst.

Moving to where he'd pointed, she considered the couch he'd pointed to. It was ugly, honestly. It was the color of dog shit. Like a green-brown pile. All the same, she sat on it and went through the same motions as before. Hm. Surprising comfortable. A tentative bounce with her face bunched in anticipation.

Ah, well. A green-brown pile of dog shit, it was! She couldn't really be that picky here.

She waved over at PB until she got his attention, with both arms then gestured to the couch. This one, yeah?]
poodlemom: (Can you move faster my perfect boy)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-01-19 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Haa, your hair smells just a bit like it. The craving would be rough I suspect. Thought I'd offer to keep an eye for some if I found some. [smoking is pretty popular in France, he assumes there's going to packs laying around like anything else.]
oorah: (♛054)

his whole life is pain it's f i n e

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-19 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ he nods, figuring that to be the case. because mike told him about the bad men too, or at least of their existence. since he has no idea he was about to look like worse crap than he already does, it's easier to skip over the rest. ]

if anyone gives you any trouble, let me know.
i'll take care of it.
[ he shows her his words and levels her with his gaze so she'll understand he's serious. ]
poodlemom: (I'm a fancy boy)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-01-19 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Aaha, perfect. Foam mattress? Nothing squeaky would do... [the homes are better sound proofed than nothing, but still not great. Much as he wants to stay this close to Yuuri, it wouldn't do to get eaten up by a ghost because they got frisky.]
iisupergirlii: (ace reporter)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-01-19 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
I was a reporter for CatCo Worldwide Media.

[and not anything else.]
rockypath: (climbing out of grave)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-19 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Thinking about it, she shrugged.] Don't think so? Met my fair share of shady ass people - didn't remind me of them any. Just seemed about as weird as any of the others natives.

Not like he was a drug dealer or anything. Kinda odd he's the only one around here wearing a hat though.


[Faith peered into the bottle. The worst that could happen was that it was poisoned. At this point Faith was willing to take that risk considering this shit show around them. At least it would liven up this party.

She took a swig, lifting the bottle of her head and taking what accounted to about three shots worth. Clenching her teeth, she had to battle not to hiss. Fuck, that shit burned!]
underachievement: sorry thats a drug i gotta go bye! (youre my angel...dust)

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-01-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jess isn't exactly leaping at the chance to substitute a hatchback for dozens of cohabitating strangers, it just keeps her moving, doing something instead of trying to force herself back to sleep in the interest of waking up. she has enough trouble getting rest under normal circumstances and with the blood alcohol content that her body is used to. good samaritanship is a means of tiring herself out, maybe shaving a few hours off the inevitable battle with insomnia. she just gets the heftiest items where they need to be and then finds something else to lug around.

the hardest part is not making any sound. it takes her a couple trips to get extra mindful of scuffs, thuds, and other bits of litter and debris that she disregards as regular noise pollution back home. Jess's capacity for surprise was exasperated well before any of the truly insane nonsense was tossed at her, so the splotchy shadow of a woman appearing in her periphery only maintains her attention for the device lighting up and insisting on conversation. ]


Have you seen yours? [ where the hell did she just come from, anyway? she looks like the victim of a cartoon explosion ]
poodlemom: (Fun having fun loving dirty boy)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-01-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[There's just too much love for dogs in Victor's heart. It threatens to overflow and really wants to yelp and coo and praise the animal. Instead, he'll give the good boy some ruffles to the head, petting him with enthusiasm. If he reacts positively to that, Victor grinning at him with a slanted, (somehow) heart shaped like grin, then the dog is getting a big ol' hug. Good boys deserve good hugs!]