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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 2018-01-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[She laughs and it feels good. Eleanor can't remember the last time she's laughed, here or back...well, not "home" but back with her friends. Who she was embarrassed to admit were her friends. But it feels good to make fun of the torture she's been through lately]

Definitely. You'd think for how creative demons are, they'd be better at naming things...[she gestures, a little helplessly]
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[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-01-20 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Truthfully? I'm sorta new to it, but yeah. Oh, don't tell anyone I told you that by the way.

If you need someone to try something a bit dangerous, I'm your guy. I'm pretty good at getting myself in and out of trouble.

[He doesn't want this kid getting hurt. Things here are looking to be worse than Aaron originally thought.]
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[personal profile] 353 2018-01-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mike thinks for a moment. ]

You mean... like heaven and hell? [ He frowns to himself at the idea, thinking what he must have done to deserve being in hell, if she's correct. ] All I did was borrow from Nancy's piggybank... [ Without asking... ] And plagarize that essay... and graffiti the bathroom stall at school but everyone does that. [ If this is hell, Mike thinks it's totally unfair, him being here. Why wasn't someone like Troy the asshole bully at school here in his place? Or the guy Eleven called Papa? ] Wouldn't Satan be around if it was hell, anyway?
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[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She arches a brow, before crossing her arms. Okay, maybe not a demon then. Though frankly she's growing a bit more skeptical the more people talk around her. Not that this guy with an accent isn't a demon, but maybe - maybe this isn't the bad place and could be somewhere else. Most bets are that this is the Bad Place though or at least some permutation of it.]

Well, I am dead. I know that much, even if I don't remember the specifics. I was preparing for a memory reset...Then I woke up here.

What about you?
unconventionallove: ([shrug])

[personal profile] unconventionallove 2018-01-20 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Izaya shrugs lightly, turning the object around in his hand a bit.]

Maybe I'm just paranoid but I feel a bit like a rat in a maze. Or maybe Theseus since there's apparently a monster about~ [Izaya isn't sure if the other will pick up the reference but he's half talking to himself anyway.] In any case, they know more than I do and that's a precarious situation.
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[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-20 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
You know, like Heaven and Hell but not really since apparently that's not quite right? None of the religions got it right apparently but- [she shrugs somewhat helplessly] I'm gonna be honest I wasn't paying too much attention when they were going over the specifics.
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You were the one who wanted Disney Existential Angst, I merely provided it :P

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-20 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard not to be like humans when you're surrounded by them, right? You can call me whatever you want!

[Sorry, Tuan. Disney Magic doesn't go to the extremes Lifeism does, but it still emphasizes all those things. He's a basically happy creature, when you get right down to it, even if he is unique--and digging deep enough to to get much else would require getting him to talk (or rather, type) about those things, something he's never actually been capable of before. When you physically can't share your troubles with anyone, what else is there to do but tell yourself that it's all going to be okay, and hope for the best?]
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[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-20 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
I told him to stay because he had something important that would save the galaxy at the time. It was important that he got away from this village. That was being taken over by the First Order. I did what I had to but I didn't want to do it. I felt bad afterward because I couldn't let the First Order continue to kill innocent people who didn't know how to fight. I'm a solider.

[ YEAH HE KNOWS. He looks really apologetic though. ]

If I were to keep myself hidden and you didn't know where I was exactly. Would you continue to fight the Sound Eaters? There's going to be a bunch of other humans who can fight too and would want to get involved. But I feel that they'd be better partners with you. Some might be able to hold them from a distance with an ability while you pop their heads off.
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[personal profile] priwen 2018-01-20 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ His gaze flicks from the Jospeh to his device, then back again. ]

Go ahead, I don't mind.
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[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-20 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Why wouldn't you put thought into who's going to be your master? Isn't it worth the effort to pick someone good?

[Gasp, how dare you swear in front of a Disney, Faith!1111 That's..... not how democracy and politics actually work in the modern era, Carpet. Sorry. He glides over to take a look at the dresser regardless, raising a tassel for a gesture that looks rather like someone rubbing their chin. Trying to carry two big pieces of furniture at once would be pretty difficult, not to mention potentially noisy..... one at a time is considerably more doable, though.]

I could take this back while you look for the beds?
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[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-20 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Eleanor can't help but crack a grin. Okay, the kid's a trouble maker apparently. But...her grin fades rather quickly. How'd this kid end up in the Bad Place?]

Something like that. I'm not sure, I mean - you sure you didn't do something...particularly bad? Or just plain less than good? See, I was - [she wrinkles her nose, pausing] Kind of mediocre.
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[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-01-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh my god? Oh my god. A2 would lose her god damn mind if she had to choose between saving one human and saving a group of humans, let alone an entire galaxy, apparently?

Fuck the aliens though, they can die.
]

I can't exactly do anything if I don't know you're there. But that'd be hard to do given the sensors I have. So good luck with that.
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[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-01-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ That answer is disappointingly mild, but even though Miach is on edge, she doesn't feel like picking a pointless fight that is entirely forced. More amiably, she types: ]

It would be hard to not be disoriented, given the situation we have found ourselves in, yes.

[ And she counts herself in on that. She'd like to think that normally she wouldn't let people run into her just like that. ]
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[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-20 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay! She gets the picture! She raises her hands in a forgive me gesture, face painted in as innocent of an expression as well. She then fumbles in her pockets, looking for something to make it better. She's got nothing. But the mix on the ground is there.

She picks up the mix, then offers it to him. Sorry?]
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[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-20 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[This confuses Eleanor and she's quick to respond.]

what do you mean earth?????
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[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-20 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She grimaced, clearly wishing she hadn't mentioned it to start with. Didn't mean she wasn't going to answer him though. She's just going to leave out a few key details.] Yeah. Fell off a building- hit my head real hard. Also lost a lot of blood. Was a whole thing. Took a whole eight months for me to wake up.
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[personal profile] shrimpcocktail 2018-01-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Had a bunch of people confirm it. I don't remember it, but they were quick to tell me all about it. You sure you just didn't miss the explanation...?

[This seems logical to Eleanor. More logical than anything else.]
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[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-01-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ She smiles at that. ]

Making it easier for yourself then.

[ That's almost respectable, in her extremely warped and jaded perspective. ]
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[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-01-20 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
I would be more paranoid about falling into a trap. That hasn't happened yet. It could have happened at any one point in time. [ Nope, he wouldn't get the reference. Poe's listening though. ] Whose Theseus? They do know more than any one of us does. The question is, are they telling the truth?

[ For a brief moment he comes up to an opening that looks clear of people. Maybe here might work? ] I'm Poe Dameron, by the way. Wanna try here or keep going further down?
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[personal profile] stillstar 2018-01-20 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, it's not like Ivor has the actual parts to really do much besides what he's already done, but he does take the one back in an effort to tidy up the mess he's made of the inside before giving it back. Even then, he keeps the screen pulled up so he can text into it. ]

Where are you from? [ It's foolish to think everyone is from the same place, after all; he never has. ] Your name?
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[personal profile] stillstar 2018-01-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ivor stares at the reply, a little perplexed by the initial question. ]

I don't know. Is that a ritual you've heard about?

We could probably ask some of the people who have been here longer than we have, but they might not answer.
[ And momentarily forgetting that he'd asked for help, he continues on: ] What's so special about it?
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[personal profile] stillstar 2018-01-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ In all honesty, it wouldn't have mattered who had answered his message; it's just good someone did. So he glances over at her screen and catches himself before signing his name, going back to his own device so that it's easier. From experience, he doesn't expect many of these newer people to know what he's saying even if the native do, and he's so used to it now that it doesn't bother him. ]

Ivor. It's nice to meet you. [ Which is quickly followed with: ]

I can get one side if you get the other. I'm not used to something this big.
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[personal profile] stillstar 2018-01-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
« Do you think that's what they're doing? » [ In truth, he doesn't know, but there are certain signs he's sure he would have noticed from previous experience with this sort of thing. ] « They're wasting what little they have if they plan to sacrifice us. »
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[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-01-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Her tone is so matter-of-fact, like it's perfectly normal that she's dead, and he swallows a lump in his throat.]

I don't know. [No. Stupid thing to say. He shakes his head.] You seem alive. Give me your hand.

[He holds out his hand to take hers. His only intention here is to check her pulse. Proof, see? Or maybe not. It's hard to know what makes sense and what doesn't in a place like this. At any rate, he offers a smile.]

Looks like you've got a heartbeat. That's a positive.
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[personal profile] rockypath 2018-01-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith grinned once she soundly won, sitting back up and arms off the table to text him.] Alright. Cough up the deets, loser. Fair is fair.