INTRO LOG #1

[bequiet]

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

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Comments

[pawper]

sure!
i won't let you get in trouble, mr. ignis

[A big bright puppy-dog smile, overflowing with optimism and enthusiastic teamwork. It's perhaps too starkly out of place with the grim setting that surrounds them, but hey — the need for silence means no one can yell at her for it.

If there's nothing left to be said, she'll pocket her device and bend down to grab her half, waiting until they can coordinate their movements to better lift the couch in a single smooth motion. Heave ho!]

[ebonyengine]

[Such enthusiasm and earnestness is charming. It reminds Ignis quite a bit of a certain blond that he knows. One, two, three! Up the couch goes with relative ease with their combined strength. Ignis suppresses the urge to look behind himself; he's decided to trust Lys with directing him and takes an experimental step backwards. Best to start out slow so they can fall into a rhythm before trying anything ambitious.]

[pawper]

[She gives an encouraging nod and steps forward with him, then tilts her head to the left a couple times to indicate that he needs to change direction a little. Just enough to keep them comfortably centered on the sand path for a good distance.

The natives go on about their business, staying out of the way aside from a few curious (and watchful) glances, having seen this particular scavenging ritual many times before. None step in to help, but perhaps only because these new arrivals seem to have the matter safely in hand....for now.]

[ebonyengine]

[Following her directions, they're able to easily make their way across the sand paths and back to House 5 and Ignis knows they're almost there because he sort of recognizes the surroundings. They look familiar, at least.

The house is in sight and they're about to hit the porch. Well, it's in Lys' sight anyway. Ignis can't see what's ahead of him. Or, behind him if one wanted to be technical about it.

Now would be a good time to give him some warning so that he doesn't trip on the steps or bump his foot against them.]

[pawper]

[Unable to speak or wave a hand, Lys resorts to slowing their pace when she spots the raised steps, digging in her heels until they're forced to come to a full stop. She shakes her head and gestures with a nod for Ignis to look behind him, on the ground.

At worst, Lys thinks he would only stumble back against the closed door, but she had promised to guide him! So she would do just that, to the best of her ability.]

[ebonyengine]

[At first, he's confused as to why she's bringing him to a stop, but when he sees the step, he understands and gives her a smile of thanks. Carefully, he takes one step backwards onto the first step, following it by his other foot before moving to the next. Once he's up the porch, the next obstacle is the closed door. He indicates he's going to very slowly put down his end of the couch for just a few seconds before going to open the door as wide as it can go.]