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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.

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NAVIGATION

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[Moving In (House Six)]

[In house six, Reigen finds the room with the fireplace and bookshelves and decides to claim that in his set-up. He only needs a few things to feel at home, grabbing a small desk, a chair, and a futon. He can get the chair and futon in, but nearly gets in trouble with a local when he accidentally kicks a doorframe while walking the desk in, barely biting back a curse and a yelp. But either way, within a few hours Reigen's got the little quiet sliders sitting under the desk and chair legs to keep them from making any noise or being any fuss when moving over carpet.

For a while Reigen is skimming the little communication device while laying on his futon, pondering what else he might need... blankets, maybe, and a pillow? He leaves the door open to allow any roommates to walk in, and as long as the doors to other rooms are open he'll inevitably start exploring and meeting other housemates too.]

[Food and a Sentiment]

[Reigen was given his pink tie back, since it wasn't that noisy as fabric. He'd like his suit back, but it seemed like they were fussing with it. A lot of other people's mementos seemed to be more special, more meaningful, more personal... maybe his silly pink tie was really just that iconic to him.

He looks ridiculous with the tie AND the jumpsuit, but he'll put it on anyway. That'll give him free hands to eat some... pickles and peaches and bread. He's surprised about the pickles, but he doesn't tempt fate by trying to crunch them as loudly as possible. In fact, they seem soggier than usual pickles, softer and with no snap. Boring... he glances at a newcomer with a judgmental "I can't believe how bad this is" kind of expression.]

[The Grave Situation]

[Reigen's surprisingly cooperative with the very serious talk about the lethality of these entities. He has his questions, and asks at least one of them!

But afterwards, he's a little torn. He'd like to think he could handle it, that these people are just deluding themselves - but they didn't seem unintelligent, or hysterical, or gullible. And while Reigen was tempted to buck the trend and find out for himself what the reality was, he really didn't feel like tempting fate and dying here. So he's shuffling about outside, practicing walking as lightly as possible - he's never had to think hard about his noise levels - while mulling over just how serious the situation actually was.

If he notices someone staring, though, he makes eye contact and offers a calm, composed, confident smile. What a faker.]

[Reigen is not the only one experiencing deep pickle disappointment. Ignis, too, has a pickle with a bite taken out of it in one hand, chewing it thoughtfully. At least it tastes alright, but he's had better pickles. But he supposes in a place like this, people couldn't be that picky.

The look the stranger gives him says everything. No words need to be exchanged. The pickles here are simply subpar.

He takes a deep breath, reminding himself to not sigh audibly because noise is forbidden. The look he gives Reigen in return is one of both agreement and sympathy. With one hand, he takes out his communicator to type out the following:]

Something really needs to be done about the cuisine here.

[Reigen glances over and yeah, the look says it all honestly. (Briefly, he worries that if Mob ends up here, he'll have a hard time...)

Reigen also takes out his communicator to do the same.]

There's plenty of perfectly good foods that aren't noisy to eat and can't be that loud to cook.

[Food that's quiet to cook and quiet to eat? He'll have to think a bit.]

Cooking is a bit noisy, but considering we have kitchens, there must be something we can make.

[Actually, that sounds like a challenge to him. And he enjoys tackling challenges.]

We'll have to find out the specifics of exactly how noisy we CAN be. There's a fireplace in my room so I assume that some noise is normal...

[A fireplace, he hadn't thought about that.]

Perhaps cooking in an oven would be acceptable.

I meant if there's a fireplace then at the least some minor noise should be worth risking.

I don't have a fireplace in my bedroom, so I will leave figuring out exactly how much noise is acceptable to you.

[He doesn't even know this guy's name, but he's handing off this risky task to him. Godspeed, Reigen.]

So far so good. The lack of running water is painful enough, I at least want to have decent food.

[Indeed. You don't realize what luxuries you're surrounded by daily until they're gone.]

I will most certainly work on coming up with something that's at least a little bit enjoyable.

I'll share whatever I come up with.

[Wonderful, sharing information will be critical to their survival here.]

Thank you, Mr....?

Reigen Arataka. The 21st Century's greatest psychic.

Reigen Arataka | Mob Psycho 100

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THANK YOU SENPAI...

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