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quietplacelogs2018-01-15 08:09 pm
bequiet) wrote in 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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tanaka gives a silent sigh before walking over, frowning at the two objects. pulling out his device, he types out a quick message before flapping his hand at the couch. ]
You need two people for that. [ because he's not counting her, nope. too dainty-looking. ] But I can carry the other thing for you.
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that woudl actually be very nice and helpful of you bbut i was hoping to move the couch first. the pots are managrable, i just didnt want to leave a couch out in the open!
[wait, maybe this is too presumptous though. dial it back, Rosa, this is a stranger]
errrrr if you don't want to that's fine though? thank you for offering either way. i'm rosa
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You look like you'd get hurt trying to help lift it and dropping it would be bad.
[ since mandatory silence and all. a pause before he realizes she introduced herself, too. ]
Tanaka [ pointing to himself. stating his name feels really uncomfortable so he's not going to bother writing a full sentence. ]
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in all seriousness, she actually does look pretty normal; it's hard to get super nervous when most of your focus is on something as simple as moving a couch, so no extraneous body parts are happening just now. she fidgets under the look, though, dropping her eyes to her phone, and the movement and the way she stands are a little weird; coltish. it's obvious she's not completely comfy in her own skin.]
nice to meet you mr tanaka. i'm stronger than i lok but you have a point about drpoping it. maybe leave it here for now and i'll find a biggr group..
look i seriously dont want to just make you carry my stuff though. is there anything you're still looknig for? ive been to a few places already so maybe i can help with that after? fair is fair!
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fine, he'll just do this. get it over with. lips pursed in thought, rubs at his jaw before walking around the couch to get a better look at it. he's not the biggest guy around, but he's got bulk and should be able to handle it on his own. especially since he has "special methods" of handling this, if his hands slip. ]
Someone might take it so I'll handle it. I can carry most of the weight so just be ready if it starts being unbalanced.
[ he starts putting his device away before realizing he should probably answer that second bit. ]
Don't need any furniture but if you find a pocketknife or something similar let me know.
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there should be something like that. okay. maybe tie the pots with your rope so nothings loose?
[she'll just have to be really REALLY ready to catch the couch, she decides, also tucking her device away so they can get going. also she might have to work for a pocketknife if she finds someone who's got one in storage...well, that's fine. that's something for a bit later.]
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you handle the pots, I'm not good with delicate stuff.
[ that said, he circles the couch once more to check where he can get a good grip; he waits for rosa to secure the pots before hefting the sofa up. it's heavy and uncomfortable but he does manage to balance it mostly on his own, looking to rosa to lead the way. ]
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thank you, she mouths at him, ducking her head, and then hustles them down the path. at least it's not that far to go; there's that much to be said for how consolidated this frightened community is.]