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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs2018-02-12 02:11 pm

INTRO LOG #2



INTRO LOG #2

Put a Sock in It
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 – with or without the help of those who have come before you.

The Place Inside
Content Warnings: Disorientation, hallucinations, body horror
Themes: Plot, exploration

Have you been to hell. And more importantly, have you been back. We all know this pain but are too scared to recall. This horror controls us, pulls at our strings to ensure how our life plays out. So, let me rephrase my question: have you been to Ile Lacrox. And more importantly, can you come back.

In the community, if you hear something you're not supposed to hear, you learn to look the other way. If you see something you're not supposed to see, you pretend it never happened. If you feel disappointed, you learn to never ask for more. So, through good times and bad, famine and feast, the natives held fast to their rules until one common day a sly wind blew in from the south...

That same red dust twists through the streets, curling up in faint, little plumes of familiarity. The farther south you go, the thicker it becomes. Those willing to explore far enough will find it coming from an island in the middle of the river. Once there, doting every available surface is the evidence of Sound Eater births, and the closer you are to the island, the harder it is to avoid being coated in red. Even if it's not rubbed into the skin, it doesn't take long for the effects to take over. Every sound is amplified. Your breaths are deafening, the slightest step echoes. But no Sound Eater attacks. Your vision blurs, and it's as if your mouth is sealing itself shut. Those you traveled with seem to be similarly affected, and you know you have to be quiet. Anyone who brought supplies with them might discover that a drink of water subdues the symptoms.

OOC: Only characters who entirely submerge themselves in water will be free of the dust effects. Just remember that noise will attract Sound Eaters.


Liplocked
Content Warnings: Violent tendencies, mind alteration
Themes: Love, romance, obsession, sex

The natives are of French origin, and with that comes a love of romance. Residents will find treats and valentines at their doors. That same night, there will be a small, red-glowing fire built near the fountain. There will be jars pressed into the dirt and filled with a sweet, red liquid. Some natives can be seen drinking it and being very affectionate with one another. Anyone who drinks this is inspired to show endearment or lust to others, and it will wear off after sleeping.

There's also the noticeable addition of a new arrival. They came through the Reset Room just like everybody else. They understand the rules and follow them to a tee. They are the perfect example of what the natives want in their residents. They are charming and captivating. They say nothing, and they don't have to. When your eyes meet, you feel seduced. There's a nervous flutter in your stomach. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Pounding, constricting. They smile and then turn away.

As they're walking, you notice you're not the only one looking at them, and in their expression, you see your own mirrored. What started as sweet infatuation and longing dissolves into a jealousy unlike any you've ever known. All you understand now is that to win their affections you have to come out on top—so you're the only one they see. Your actions are not your own, but they're still yours.

OOC: There are two ways to break the "spell". Your character fights it out with someone else who is feeling the same way OR they're approached and physically touched by someone who isn't affected by the newcomer. A third of the community will be completely unaffected (everyone else is affected unless the player is uncomfortable with playing out the scenarios). The newcomer can be of any gender the player wishes. For those partaking in drinking, the players can choose what effects it has; it can inspire feelings of lust or boost paternal/maternal instincts or devotion towards friends.

OOC
From your mods:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun!

NAVIGATION



thatsruff: (Sit)

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[personal profile] thatsruff 2018-02-27 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Teddy sits at the man's side, studying the books that Ren has before him. He observes silently, letting his device translate the words for him as well, what he can see from his position, and watching the charting as Ren does it. He'll stay there as long as Ren does, not leaving until his handler does, and learning what he can while they spend their time within the library's walls.]
thatsruff: (Bark)

[personal profile] thatsruff 2018-02-27 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's used to this response, and he does his best to put it to words when asked,
his paw resting on Will's knee and the device on his collar lighting up again.]


My collar lets me. Like your hands and the thing in it. I use my thoughts instead of paws.
thatsruff: (Beg)

[personal profile] thatsruff 2018-02-27 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Teddy isn't sure how to differentiate. What made a human good? He doesn't have a spectrum to base it on. Humans are all under his protection and he is in their service. It does not matter who they are or what they do or do not do.

He follows Eddie, trying to drink as quietly as he can from the bowl, suddenly feeling parched just from the sight of the water alone. He did not get nearly enough, having to rely on treks to the river to drink most days and he keeps drinking until the water in the bowl is too low.]


I have met a few others like you. I would appreciate the water, and the chance to bring you things more easily. IF you tell me what you need, I can find it. I can find almost anything.
unchancy: (coast to ghost)

late but i brought starbucks and unresolved sexual tension

[personal profile] unchancy 2018-02-27 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her dull, red jumpsuit (rusted is how she would describe it) looks faint compared to the bright scrunchie twisted in the top of her curly hair — perhaps it’s the colour her new wardrobe used to be. she took the time to slowly put her hair up because of course she did. it's only a little thing, but it's in her control, and it makes her look just a touch like she would in Hawkins.

she wanders carefully. silently, like she's supposed to do. and she has years of experience following rules to keep in her line, even if she's been rogue, as of late. all she can think is: this is bullshit. more bullshit conspiracies and bullshit monsters and probably bullshit adults who won't listen to her. when she chances a glance up from her calculated steps, she spots a familiar head of hair and stops suddenly. it's like — like seeing him outside the labs with dustin and like seeing jonathan after she tumbled out of the upside down, caught somewhere between confusion and utter relief. she quickens her pace to close the distance between them because she can't call out his name, even though she opens her mouth out of habit. before she really decides to do anything, she's throwing her arms around steve.

thank god she isn't alone. ]
dryeyes: "that's your drug dealer" [<user name="expellerhead">] (dark therapist)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-02-27 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, so it wasn't "kiss" like "a kiss." It was more "kiss" like "kissing, we're kissing now."]

[So, his signs are quickly interrupted by the other man leaning back in, pressing their lips together again. Well, that's not bad either. He's not going to forget about the promised fingers any time soon but he can pay a fair price in kissing for them.]
hairington: (pic#11850041)

and do we really need anything else.....

[personal profile] hairington 2018-02-27 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's been a process to figure out how to process this. a process to take in each moment, each hour, each day, as it comes. steve's found that he's pretty decent at that - at accepting, at adapting, at surviving. he gets by day to day. he keeps himself quiet and figures out how this is all supposed to work. keep quiet, keep your head down, keep a check on the rest of the kids who somehow managed to get here, too, before him.

but he's managing, and that's about as much as he can ask for. managing, surviving, getting up every morning trying to convince himself that this wasn't some weird fever dream and it was actually, truly, happening.

however, he feels like every day there's something different. something he has to wrap his head around. he takes steps slowly and carefully, keeping his eyes open. which is why, really, it comes as a shock to be caught off-guard as a figure barrels into him, diving into his chest and tightening her arms around him. it catches him so off-guard that a sound almost starts to form, his mouth moving around the N-? sound of her name, disbelief and shock and somehow, despite it all, relief. which is why, as soon as the realization hits, he's tucking his face into her hair and wrapping his arms back around her.

nancy. ]
saltsplash: (Hey Seri)

[personal profile] saltsplash 2018-02-27 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good!! That itching nagging feeling he's had since swigging down that suspicious red drink settles down, feeling sated. He's been craving intimacy for ages. And thankfully, Aizawa apparently was too. A massage is definitely worth this.]
unchancy: (stairway to heaven)

add a sprinkle of suffering eh

[personal profile] unchancy 2018-02-27 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't think about how they haven't touched like this since whatever happened at the party or even about their last, awkward interaction where she didn't know what to say to him. she thinks instead about how she shouldn't cry — how she can't cry. if she does, it'll be noisy, and then they'll be dead.

regardless, she curls her fingers into his stupid, ugly jumpsuit and presses close against his chest for a long moment, willing her breathing to steady and hoping any tears will slip out quietly. steve's face in her air and tight embrace only make her feel more brittle. c'mon, nance. get it together, gal.

she doesn't know how long it's been when she tips her head back, eyes wet and yet somehow sharp on steve. she doesn't have it in her to pull her hands away, even if her grip loosens on him. maybe it's unfair to him (everything from the prolonged closeness from the way she looks up so intently), or to jonathan, or to whoever else she's supposed to think of, even when her head and heart are all twisted up.

one corner of her mouth tugs upward, almost a smile. ]
hairington: (Default)

that's my usual order for starbucks anyway. absolutely perfect.

[personal profile] hairington 2018-02-27 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't either, though his chest does tighten with the feeling of her heartbeat against his. he doesn't think about how long it's been, or that this isn't something he can call his anymore, even if it's familiar. comfortable. nice. he thinks instead about how she must be as terrified as he is, as confused and out of her depth, but at the same time, steve is more than just a little aware that she's probably taking all of this so much better than he has. because she is nancy wheeler. because she just is.

they stand there holding each other for an extended few moments. more moments than he is probably allowed. but he can't bring himself, still, to pull his arms away from her. so while she steadies her breathing, he runs a hand comfortingly across her back, just tries to steady his own heart rate. takes a breath, and then another, and then its nancy who is pulling away from him. looking back up at him with an almost smile, and he can tell she's been crying. or almost crying, completely silent.

his heart tightens, his chest pained, and he forces himself to take a breath - reaching up to tuck some of the hair that's come free behind her ear. a quiet hi as he gives her a small, nearly-apologetic smile in return. like he could apologize for all of this, for her being here.

he's so glad she's here, but in the same breath, wishes she wasn't. wishes she didn't have to deal with this, too.]
kiljoy: (aka nothing on the telly)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-27 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods, though it's not clear which question he's answering.]

It used to be, until I moved on. Seems like they put us all in shared housing to start.

[That arrangement didn't suit Kilgrave. He doesn't do sharing.]
kiljoy: (aka grab a sharpie)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-27 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that.

[They provide shelter too, but he figures this guy has heard that already. Kilgrave holds out his hand to shake. Hi.]

I'm Kilgrave, by the way. You are?
unchancy: (bungle in the jungle)

[personal profile] unchancy 2018-02-27 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ together now, it's almost like they're by their lockers or in the parking lot by the school, especially when he brushes her hair behind her ear. oh. that's the way things were before they became complicated, isn't it? of course, they're so far beyond complicated now that they've cycled through multiple horror flicks. and steve looks more worried than ever.

nancy opens her mouth to say something, but closes it shortly after, pulling a face. right. can't do that. she lifts one hand to brush a thumb over the apple of steve's cheek. a reassurance, perhaps, when she can't offer it vocally. her features shift, pointed despite the dampness at the corner of her eyes 'cause it is nancy wheeler — being scared shitless is the new normal for her. she can take it. ]

kiljoy: (aka come on in)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-27 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's still dubious about the feasibility of this, but hey, impossible things have already happened...]

Well, make sure you let me on it if you do. [He smiles as he shows her that.] You can show me your favourite planet.
hairington: (pic#11850036)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-02-27 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ almost, but not quite. it might be a little impossible to get back to that, even with the current situation. maybe because of the current situation. of course he looks at her and feels the same - she's beautiful, she's smart, she's talented, she's incredible - but with that still comes the discomfort in his gut.

they are not this. that haven't been this for...however long, now. even if her thumb runs over his cheek and it does all kinds of things to his chest but he just allows himself a small smile, before his eyes widen - remembering - and he reaches back to his pocket, pulling out the device after watching her mouth open and then close again.

he pulls it out and shows it to her, waiting for her to pull out her own before typing up a message - needing to say something to her, needing to communicate where he can't misunderstand the way she smiles at him, or presses of her fingers against his face. ]


you're okay???
unchancy: (where the wild things are)

[personal profile] unchancy 2018-02-27 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh! right, the devices. they break contact enough for her to snap back to the present moment. this isn't the same as sitting with jonathan in the woods for hours, shaking and stumbling over her explanations, before making him stay over. this time, she can't even go home.

as she searches for her device, she takes a small step back. ]


Yes!
Are you?
Did you just wake up? With the dust and everything?


[ "everything" being a helluva of a lot of spooky instructions, thanks. ]
hairington: (pic#11850040)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-02-27 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't know why he feels the rush of relief when she pulls out the device, why he feels even a fraction of a bit better, knowing that at least they have this. maybe it's the silence getting to him, maybe it's just a need to know she isn't some kind of weird hallucination. ]

yeah

[ god, okay. they're okay. this is all okay. ]

i've been here a day? i think
but same thing
dust and the weird woman telling people not to say anything?
hairington: (pic#11850038)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-02-27 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ . . . . . . he hates this. he officially hates everything about this.

he hopes she can feel how unimpressed he is through his expression alone. ]


uh-huh

[ not possible. it's already broken and now he just doesn't believe anything she's saying. ]

what have you even been doing that long?
Edited 2018-02-27 21:30 (UTC)
shipsandsealingwax: (Big Bill)

[personal profile] shipsandsealingwax 2018-02-27 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Right

[Bill smiles and gives carpet another soft rub. This is odd, but still not the strangest thing that's happened to him in his life, and while he's inclined to a little paranoia about unexplained things, not everything strange is awful, no matter how bad the awful ones have been.]

If you ever need my help, let me know.
beyourzoomer: (here we go)

[personal profile] beyourzoomer 2018-02-27 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, Max is unimpressed with your unimpressedness, Steve. The only way this would be funnier is if what she'd told him really wasn't the truth, but it was. He'd find out soon enough when half the people in this place vouch for Charlie presence even though he's gone now.

She shrugs at the question. She's pretty sure if she tells him too much more, he'll flip out. But. He did ask.]


learning how to fight. ransacking empty houses for anything useful. learning French and sign language. working full time quiet maintenance. staying alive. Mike and Will are here too. Hopper was for a little while but he's gone now, too.

[Also barely sleeping thanks to absolute terror of falling asleep, but he doesn't need to know that.]
Edited (typoooo) 2018-03-10 04:39 (UTC)
unchancy: (which witch is which?)

[personal profile] unchancy 2018-02-27 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's different from sitting on her bed with jonathan, flipping open her national geographic book, but it's not far from standing in the byers home with jonathan and steve, waiting for a monster to arrive.

her typing is slow, even though her hands remain stable. she isn't used to the device and carefully chooses her words. ]


That's it.
Noise makes "them" come or something like that.


[ she hesitates. then — ]

Just like blood and the Demogorgon.

[ and she quickly deletes the words. hard to say if it's still a secret, but she'd rather be careful. ]
shipsandsealingwax: (The Man Who Came Back)

[personal profile] shipsandsealingwax 2018-02-27 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I wonder if Richie would know about them.

[It's still weird that Richie comes from a different time, but he's still Richie, and Bill sometimes had a hard time remembering that there were differences between their versions of life.]

Two of my friends from home, a girl around our age named Max, and another boy named Jake.
hairington: (pic#11850036)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-02-27 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for steve, it feels a lot like those moments seeing nancy after he got dragged back into this, with dustin at his side and a nailed baseball bag in his backpack. he feels ready, but completely unready, to deal with what he knows is there.

but she types it. right there on the device. and steve looks back to her just to catch her eyes - as if to tell her, that way, just how right she was - before nodding slowly. ]


some places are sound proof
rooms, houses
but no where else is safe
shipsandsealingwax: (Buried Treasure)

[personal profile] shipsandsealingwax 2018-02-27 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bill hands down bags of cotton balls, a few bandage rolls, some bottles of cleaning liquids and another stack of dusting or cleaning towels, as well as a few empty bottles he found that didn't look like they were made of loud, breakable glass.

When he's done he carefully climbs down with a bottle of what smells like baby oil to join Eddie back on the floor, and kneels down to try and get the wheels of the cart. They'll be slick and slippery but at least they shouldn't squeak. The trash bin is heavier loaded up with the supplies, but he tests it with a small, careful back and forth roll and it doesn't seem like things are moving too much or making more noise than their steps.

He lifts it just barely off the ground to test its weight, but the silence is starting to creep him out, too. Glancing back to Eddie, he gets to his feet and holds onto the bin.]


Ready?
iisupergirlii: (nerd alert)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-27 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara nods, dusting off her own supersuit as well. Though, not that thoroughly since she plans on going right back into it.]

That's the theory! We've seen the dust in three places now -
the room we arrive in, the Eiffel Tower where a LOT of those guys live, and on that island now. It seems to show up where there's a lot of them, so there might be a connection.
iisupergirlii: (shy girl.mp3)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-27 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara shakes her head, waggling her finger side to side too.]

You are helping enough just by being your pretty self!!

[have some fingerguns, 2B. don't you want some fingerguns?]