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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 (musertava.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
reminder or no, he probably would've wandered off anyway, if they were ready to let him out the door. fortunately for kara, the natives seem to have assumed that he's now at least temporarily her responsibility and they're watching for her to come back.

which she does, and this time he accepts the device when it's offered to him. her message is simple enough (he'd like it to be known that he doesn't 'need' anyone, but it's not nearly worth speaking up about), but her question has him exhaling a put-upon sigh.


do they have numbers on them?

the houses, he means. if they're visibly numbered, he should be okay.
warfares: <user name="recadreuse"> (Default)

[personal profile] warfares 2018-01-20 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Progress.

Not that all this aimless wandering hadn't been useful in its own way. It's just that the day is wearing on and he'd sooner avoid having to sleep outdoors. ]


Could you show me the way?
skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (katse.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
when the muffled almost-sounds of her shifting reach lalli's ears, he stops chewing at once, leaning sharply to peer around the edge of the counter and see what she's doing.

except 'what she's doing' is looking at him, so he quickly retracts his lean until just one eye peeks out, observing her movements with the same lack of subtlety but at least now he feels hidden. mostly. thoughtlessly, he swallows his mouthful and lifts the bread back up to his mouth to take another bite.

he doesn't seem to move any further, though, even if she heads past him into the kitchen. in fact, he pretty much just keeps on shamelessly watching what she's doing. (he's basically the worst housemate and i'm so sorry.)
splinten: appl-juice42 @ tumblr (in my dream i am the star. its me)

[personal profile] splinten 2018-01-20 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucky them, he can't awkwardly and accidentally break the news to her. At least not like this. Things might be awkward between them for different reasons—on Dirk's side, an overwhelming sense of failure and guilt about the deaths—but she's here. That's all that matters.

It takes him a wild before he's willing to let go. He may be a bad hugger, but he's also Cal's snuggle buddy of sixteen years. The boy knows how to cling. He looks her over, making sure she really is okay.

Then, he has no idea what to say. He could theoretically use his device to say it.

But he's got nothing.

This plan was not thought through.]
gimmesometassel: (Sneaky)

:>

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-01-20 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[One end rises off the ground in a sinuous S-shaped curve, almost snake-like, as Lalli stares. Carpet waves; now that he's been caught, the game is clearly over. It's not mean to want to play around a little to lighten such a tense, oppressive atmosphere, is it? Startling people can be fun, but he doesn't want to actually scare anyone.]
splinten: appl-juice42 @ tumblr (I HAVE the car)

[personal profile] splinten 2018-01-20 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, Noctis. Dirk is very comfortable texting. And he's WAY too comfortable texting too much.]

Two out of three. I never got a chance to see if the skeleton monsters would consume us, partially or otherwise, but I have to assume they were more the gut-and-abandon variety.
What about you?
skittering: all icons by me, go ahead and steal with credit (109)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
chewing the stolen food with a glaring lack of remorse (or even any sign that he realizes he might should feel remorse), he narrows his eyes a little and reads the offered message.

it doesn't get a reply, though. in fact, lalli slides off of his chair and retreats back into his room altogether. and for a good ten seconds or so, it seems like that's sincerely the end of this particular interaction...

... but then he's back, his own device dangling from his hand at his side. he didn't think to bring it into the kitchen with him, because he hadn't planned to communicate with anyone. but now he sinks back down into his chair, slowly typing out a message of his own.


yes

in case there's any question what he's saying 'yes' to, he reaches out a hand to pluck some more food off of poe's plate. but while he chew on that, he seems to get it in his head to type out something else.

someone gave me a jar of spirits. i dont see how anyone drinks it. it burns and it tastes bad. do you want it?
skittering: (ajatteleva.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
and he peers at the device, eyes narrowing just slightly as he reads the words on the screen. she wants his help? he's not really doing anything else right now...

so he nods. in his experience, just agreeing to help at all means he doesn't have to ask what it is or when - she'll explain it to him either way.
skittering: (kiinnostunut.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
gestures and eye contact are two things that lalli is simultaneously great and terrible at, so it's a pretty good place to start. meanwhile, he's reading the new message and exhaling the slightest hint of a sigh at the need to once again type his own.

sigh or no sigh, the response turns out to be (probably unexpectedly) positive:


how do you play?

lalli's usually no good at games. most of the time they rely on being a lot more nuanced than he actually tends to be. a lot less literal. maybe interpreting play-acting or tone of voice. but he hasn't heard of this one, so he might as well try.
skittering: (julkea katse.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
lalli's own brow furrows in a sort of scowl.

You said "charms". Charms are magic. ❰ it almost sounds accusatory, or like it would be accusatory if he cared a little more. ❱ Do you hear the spirits? ❰ more even than magic, sensing the spirits of the world is the telltale sign of a mage.
skittering: (uupunut.)

[personal profile] skittering 2018-01-20 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
Mrr... ❰ the plaintive rumble is the only response naruto gets at first, but just when it seems like the lump on the floor might have just fallen back asleep, he cracks open an eye to peer warily up at the intruder instead.

it's a definite 'what do you want?' sort of look, though much more passive overall than it would typically be delivered.
porkbelly: (don't stare me always)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-20 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
I guess that's not untrue, but it still doesn't sound great.
beguiledcard: (we talked about makin' it)

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-01-20 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ The grip on his wrist is a far cry from the worst pain he's ever felt -- it hurts more to see her like this.

Yet... what hurts the most is feeling so helpless in the face of her feeling like this. He can't offer a solid suggestion on a next move, can't be the ever-calm and confident leader, can't be... even a fraction of Joker right this second. Not without entirely lying to himself.

Joker is able to barrel forward with a full team. Joker knows, regardless of what happens, they were able to go down swinging and loud against the hushed, harsh judgments of society. They're the loud to society's quiet. Here... being loud, figuratively or literally, could be deadly.

Being quiet is what he's used to being, in terms of survival... but this is unfamiliar territory. He's as lost and helpless as she is. He can't be a source of strength in the way he'd grown accustomed to being... And that's beyond frustrating. ]


Walk with me.

[ He isn't considering that they need to bother hiding that they knew each other before now. All he knows is that she was clearly avoiding approaching him before now... And that's why there is a bit of hesitance.

... But, even if this situation is unlike anything they've endured together, he's here for her. Even if it has to be a way he's not used to it being. They're teammates and friends with a bond that strengthened into her gaining Anat.

So, after letting his lips tighten into a thin line, he gently rests a hand on her shoulder. ]


We'll get through this.

[ He's managing a calm look of reassurance... only because he trusts in what the two of them would be able to do, well over what he'd be able to do all alone in this place. He... has her, and vice versa. She's intelligent, reliable, and... one hell of a fighter.

It's quiet, and after he's glanced around a bit; nobody's listening in on their conversation: ]


Fighting for people is what we do best, right?

[ He could just as well save this for their talk, but he wants to say it this way... In a way he won't be able to much, if at all, after they leave. He holds a blink for a second longer than necessary, releases a quiet exhale. The look he gives is one of a continued reassurance attempt... ]

We're in this together.
porkbelly: (Huh? Threesome with Yuuko?)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-20 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a firm head shake.]

Not a thing. One moment I was home, next I was here. It's what made me assume I was dreaming at first.
porkbelly: (To quote Yurio: HUH?)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-20 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's kind of a sleepy little fishing town. Our main draw is the ninja castle, I guess. It used to be known for its onsens,
but now my family's is the only one left.
saltsplash: (Someone help this guy)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-20 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Sure, why not. Reigen puts his hands in his pocket, taking the lead without complaints.]
porkbelly: (don't stare me always)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-01-20 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
No, we shouldn't.

Uh, I'm sorry for your trouble. I didn't want to cause anyone else any inconvenience.
saltsplash: (Reach the top with a clean slate!)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-20 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's just a theory, but we might be subject to mass hypnosis by a spirit, or pulled through the spirit world... I'm still investigating, but we'll discover the truth.
saltsplash: (Ho hum what am I buying today)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-20 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Reigen'll lean closer to the wall for a listen, before turning his attention to Lalli. The urge to slide away and focus elsewhere reminded Reigen of his friend...]

Think there's something besides these sound eaters at play?
saltsplash: (What's that supposed to be?)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-20 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
[System? Reigen raises an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what Armitage means.]
saltsplash: (I have better things to do.)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-01-20 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
So far so good. The lack of running water is painful enough, I at least want to have decent food.
ebonyengine: (☠ - I'll pretend I didn't hear that)

[personal profile] ebonyengine 2018-01-20 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a shake of his head.]

No, I've never heard of that either.
oorah: (♛074)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-01-20 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
nickname [ he points out, and those count. besides, apparently he's not offering his name to anyone but two weird kids and a reporter who bullied it out of him. frank looks at the girl before him properly this time. she had gotten the jump on him, which isn't easy. he's impressed if... wary. she looks young, impulsive. he can work with that. ]

your galaxy, huh? [ he lifts his eyebrows but apparently has no further comment about that. ] you're saying you'll watch my back if i watch yours. that it?
Edited 2018-01-20 11:36 (UTC)
born2b: (it's fine i'm fine you're fine)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-20 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[2B feels a little awkward -- and pleased -- at the human's expression. But she does want to be useful to the humans here.]

You have a lot of food with you.

[It's just an observation, not a judgement.]

Do you need more?
born2b: (it's fine i'm fine you're fine)

[personal profile] born2b 2018-01-20 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Some kind of positive emotion blooms in her chest at the words of appreciation. 2B ducks her head briefly before striding forward and falling into step beside Poe.]

One.

[She's not particularly used to sharing living quarters... other than with 9S at the Resistance camp during downtime between missions.]

It's no trouble to assist. If you need help, message me and I will aid you.