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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



beguiledcard: (sick of screaming let us in)

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-01-19 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He actually jolts at the sudden touch; he'd been so lost in thought, he managed to miss the sound of footsteps that came of someone approaching him on the porch...

Or maybe the guy just happened to move that quietly...

But, either way, Akira quickly lowers his arm and looks at the person with a faintly startled, questioning expression. ]


?
lunisolar: (i'm willing to wait for it)

[personal profile] lunisolar 2018-01-19 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Remus accepts the handshake, smiling mildly. He nods towards where they're supposed to go for patrol, making an "after you" gesture.]
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#10126547)

muzzle & mute

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-19 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's having a hard time sleeping tonight. There were too many thoughts still. Silence wasn't helping them to go away. Poe didn't think it was safe to go walking too late at night. He was in the kitchen slowly sipping at a cup of water.

For now, he was silent or at least perfecting the silence of drinking things and eating. It wasn't easy but everything had to be slow. Poe's looking up at the ceiling before he sees movement. He looks over with a bit of a wide eyed stare. This is a housemate he hadn't seen yet. Where had this one been hiding?

Poe gives a tiny wave and a small smile in greeting. But he keeps the device on the table for now not picking it up. ]
beguiledcard: (Default)

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-01-19 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Akira is clearly not bothered by her presence at all! In fact, he continues straightening out the sheet that's been spread over the small mattress in the furthest corner of this particular room.

There's a curtain folded and placed over the back of the chair that's next to his makeshift bed. Blankets and pillows are on the seat of it, and there are some various other, small things (bathroom necessities and the like) on top of the latter item... But, in any case... ]


...?

[ ... she's getting a curious glance after a moment. He turns to face her, head tilted as he watches. Eventually: ]

Looking for something?
zom: (NeHGHFc)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ the fact that someone else is just as confused as she is both unsettles her and provides a sense of relief--strange. but what's more intriguing at this very moment is the suggestion that there are spiritual forces at work.

wouldn't be the first time she's experienced a strange phenomenon, but...

she types on her device: ]
Arataka-san, Are you one of those ghost detectives?
What do you think is happening?!
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#10126586)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it's new to me too. [ Anything was possible where he came from but this was really new. Nothing was controlling it, it was controlling itself. Poe didn't mind having Carpet as a roommate. Even if it was a droid he would be fine.

Poe was right behind her, keeping up with her not wanting to get lost with everyone else around. ]


<font face="courier new'>Bed frame right? Anything else to keep our eyes open for?</font>
zom: (nn3a8xC)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ aaaand mitsuha is just going to watch as he helps himself up. kurusu-kun is a bit strange, isn't he? but...it's a little endearing, especially in a place as frightening as this. still...she sort of deadpans at him right back. ]

You are not an old man, Kurusu-kun.

But...I'm holding up as best as I can.
Yet, I feel like the more I know, the more horrifying this situation gets... T_T
zom: (nn3a8xC)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ lorem is an angel, mitsuha is convinced. ]

Do you think there's any water nearby?
I don't want to get dehydrated.

In return, please let me get you some food! I haven't had a chance to look at the selection yet, but please tell me if there's anything you would like.
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#12002350)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ When he sees Akira jolt at the touch there's a slow sigh of relief. Poe could keep his footsteps pretty silent. Mostly to all the venturing out into the jungles of Yavin 4 with his father. Kes had to be silent on his feet when tracking stormtroopers back in the Rebellion. He would be able to know where they were coming from before they knew he was even around. During those ventures he would teach Poe a thing or two on keeping quiet telling him he's loud when he doesn't need to be.

Poe waits for the arm to move before showing him the device. ]


From afar you appeared to be dead or worse, just laying on a porch. You can't tell from a far distance if you were breathing or not.
zom: (IFvzcJJ)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's a funny one, mitsuha thinks. ]

I...

[ she's hesitating, and it shows by the way she bites her lip and stops typing for a few moments. ]

Our town was hit by a comet right before I woke up here. What happened to me...about that...
Well, you can guess, can't you?
zom: (qVLcU20)

are spoilers okay with you? c:

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's fine. mitsuha holds on to the braided cord and starts moving to tie it around her wrist. her hair is too short for it to serve as a hairband, now. ]

A photograph? That must have been really nice to receive ( ` ω ´ )

But...you really think that there's a way to go home?
Ah, I don't know if that'll be the same case for me.
zom: (NeHGHFc)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
(・_・) ? ? ?
Are we really not on planet earth anymore?! Or at least some version of it?!
Ah, this is really a crazy dream....!
zom: (tumblr_inline_oz217c0Oow1v99f9t_100)

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
I...guess that's understandable.
We're a small town, after all...

What's Hasetsu like? Is it a big city? Do you have cafes? (〃 ̄ω ̄〃ゞ
zom: (IFvzcJJ)

gotcha!

[personal profile] zom 2018-01-19 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Then--

[ mitsuha pauses.

home. is there even a home to return to? knowing what happened, along with her fate...

she looks...almost defeated, now. ]


...No...this might be "home" for me, now. I...I don't know if I have one to return to anymore.
beguiledcard: (3201944 (5))

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-01-19 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ It had been frustrating for him, as well, sitting there... but he did assume there was a reason she was keeping to herself. He'd already planned to approach her directly after the meeting, but it seems she's on top of this even more than he is... Heh, but then, is that really such a surprise?

He certainly won't be snatching away, or even anything remotely similar to that. But there's a blink at the force of the grip... at the forceful nature of it, even if this is Makoto. Really, he shouldn't be surprised. Look at the situation, at the fear in the eyes and the faces all around them, at the uncertainty of it all...

And there are so many questions going through even his mind -- what ifs, whys, hows -- that he can't imagine how much this is probably getting to her...

Of course, no matter how many questions he works through in his head, he keeps drawing a blank on what could have led to them being here. He's seen Akechi already... Why just the three of them? Why only them? Where the hell could the others be? It reminds him of... when the entire world stopped believing in them, and then--...

...

He's giving her a nod almost immediately, even as his thoughts continue ignoring his desire for them to stop, even for a damn minute.

Unfortunately, it's already dangerous to be talking in here, though it seems like this place provides the most soundproof environment. If they go anywhere else, they'll be using the device to speak, so it probably doesn't matter too much where they're going, in terms of keeping the conversation private...

It's after glancing around, he finally responds in a quiet voice. It feels surprisingly... odd to hear the sound of his own voice after an entire day of not using it. ]


I'm staying in the family room of house three. Does that work?
shotfired: (Unearned confidence)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lup is mid-drink when Naruto taps her on the shoulder. There isn't a jump of surprise or anything, she just spins on her heel to see who's trying to get her attention, the glass never leaving her lips. The dude isn't someone she knows, which is disappointing but not a surprise.

It takes her a short second to realize he's already written up what he wanted to say, and she raises an eyebrow as she reads through the request.

She is so down for a fun distraction. So down.

As she's not able to type and drink at the same time, Lup downs her drink, almost slams the glass on the table, and gives Naruto a thumbs up. ]


I'm a wizard, of course I can do other stuff! And you better believe I want in on whatever crazy hijinks you're cooking up.
dryeyes: at my roomate (for every ^)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[It's moving, reacting, and somehow they could even communicate. By that point, the idea that the figure could be directly involved with any of the direct threats here was... minimal. Once its pointed at the ground, he shifts back to standing normally, itching at his neck even though it doesn't disguise the original gesture.]

["Stay," huh.]

[He'll move slightly to the edge of the path, lest anyone unrelated to this little party come by. Some natives do and while they look him (and look nervously at how one foot is planted off the sand), there seems to be no acknowledgement of the figure. No wonder it had been wary, reacted, and made no attempt to actually hit him, lest it startle him from out of "nowhere." They were both approaching the situation with caution.]

[As for what's next... he glances in the direction the thing is looking(?). He's not in a rush. He can wait.]
dryeyes: who cares we're all dying (at this point i assume every story)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Hesitation was natural, in a situation like that.]

I see. [There were all sorts of questions about that situation but none would be relevant to the situation they were in. An artist in a body designed for the battlefield. He's used to using robots to test his students skills, with the idea to minimize casualties. Those robots usually don't talk, though. They don't gesture. They certainly don't use emoticons.]

No matter what we're testing, or who's triggering the sound... we shouldn't take a risk we're likely to lose. [The words she chose, what she said... they all rung of a civilian, trapped in this situation like so many others around here. He wouldn't disrespect her by refusing her help entirely but he wouldn't dare consider her an expendable body.]

... How is it moving around in that, anyways? [he tilts his head a bit, considering that now she she'd mentioned the body it was a fair time to look it over more carefully instead of maintaining their strange "eye contact." A body like that seemed like it should make noise but maybe the technology was better. She'd barely made a sound when gesturing, after all.]
dryeyes: if you see me outside no you don't! (being visible is the worst!)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
I work with the police. I'm not an officer myself. [It's totally different, okay. There are whole semester-long courses on why heroes and police are legally separate. Victor would fall asleep during them.]

If someone starts destroying the place I'll subdue them. I assume whatever the locals are afraid of culls the rabble rousers and public drunkards.
dryeyes: once more (shit here comes the calzone goblin)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[The raised hand attracts the appropriate attention, Aizawa's tired gaze turning his way. From what he says... well, none of them were really being given a choice. The natives would much rather they peacefully settle down. The way he says it though, that he doesn't have a choice, means something different entirely.]

And why is that?

[He stares, no judgement or argument in his tone. Whatever reason Josh had, he was listening. He can hypothesize all he wants; It's just a waste of time when he could simply ask. It could cut out the awkward middle stages, too, where people tripped over what they wanted to say and hesitated.]
dryeyes: even though i hate soccer [<user name="expellerhead">] (life is like soccer)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-01-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Even if this sort of life were palatable, Aizawa would want to go back. It was just in his nature. He'd worked himself to a position in life that wasn't terrible. It was his. This place was going to have to give it back.]

Learning what the sound eaters are capable of should be a priority, I think. ... I just wouldn't say it in front of any of the natives. [He'd taken the full brunt of some tragic stories. He felt for their suffering, he wasn't emotionless, but their tears didn't change the fact he didn't belong here.] The issue is doing so while minimizing risk.

If they approach quicker than can be seen, if they could approach from any angle... [he exhales, giving a long, tired-sounding sigh more suited to being stuck in traffic than an alternate dimension.]

A decoy might work but I'd have no clue how to rig such a thing.
shotfired: (Unearned confidence)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-01-19 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ She gives him a good 'ol thumbs up/wink combo. ]

Can't wait
boazjachin: koniiro ( tumblr ) (♛ they don't hear us)

[personal profile] boazjachin 2018-01-19 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Hearing his voice helps. At the same time, though, it strikes her that that's going to be a very rare thing going forward if things continue how they've been laid out. It shouldn't upset her, but it does, the realization that on top of everything else they've lost, they won't even be able to speak to each other like they used to.]

[Her fingers twitch. And then she lets go, because all of a sudden she realizes that she's holding on so tight she might actually leave marks, and that's mortifying. She clasps her hands together, spine ramrod-straight, jaw tight. Facts. She has to deal in fact, not emotion, not right now. It's not an option. This is her job.]


It should. I can--

[Meet you there, is what she intends to say, but her voice fails her, not because she's lost it through disuse or is too shy to speak her mind (god forbid, never again), but because some traitorous part of her doesn't want to suggest it. If she lets him out of her sight, something could happen. Again.]

[Which, again, is unacceptable logic.]


Would you prefer I meet you there or follow you?

[Dangers in either, because there is danger in everything. The more obvious danger is that if they leave together, people will likely assume they knew each other before this place. The benefits of keeping Akira in her line of sight trump the potential costs, at least in her opinion. But it's not her choice.]
lunisolar: (death doesn't discriminate)

[personal profile] lunisolar 2018-01-19 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[The query gives Remus pause, not because he doesn't know the answer, but it's a bit heart-string tugging. He'd helped to create an enchanted object capable of communication, but the Marauder's Map had never been self-aware. That's incredibly strong magic.

He shakes his head, typing out the full explanation.]


It is simply enchanted to fly and move about freely.

Quidditch is a wizarding sport, played on flying brooms. There are three types of balls in the game, the Snitch being one of them. It's a bit lengthy to explain.
underachievement: (he's smoking a cigarette without a face)

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-01-19 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ she snorts softly at the offer to be chaperoned. half-softly. remembers to soften the second bit of it. no one dies, so. ]

Because the references are glowing [ Jess taps her eye, referencing the damage on his face. she's mostly curious if he arrived like that or if someone managed to hand his ass to him between then and now, and do it quietly. because if she did need backup, maybe that's the person she'd be seeking out bro ]