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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



iisupergirlii: (ha! i'm drunk!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-03 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[...right. RIGHT, yeah. DUH, she's human!]

That's so weird???? You just woke up and there weren't any humans around when you were made?
spalt: asylums (41)

[personal profile] spalt 2018-03-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Erik didn't recognize any of the tattoos for what they represented. In his world, he wasn't a part of any groups and hadn't spent time in any areas where he might have seen something like that. His focus had been surviving and then Shaw, with little room for much else.

And while there wasn't any recognition, there wasn't any fear either.

He crosses the room and lays his hand on Majima's shoulder, pressing back slowly - testing, figuring out where the lines are. They've already kissed and are clearly interested in one another, but that doesn't tell him if the other man prefers to top or bottom. A dominant or submissive partner. If he gets the go ahead, he'll push Majima down and straddle his lap, leaning in to kiss him again.]
norms: (pic#10842737)

[personal profile] norms 2018-03-03 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is the thing he should have been expecting because Erik seems like a very demanding person, but the ferocity of it still catches him off-guard. Egil takes a step back, bumping into the wall, and when he has nowhere else to go, he grabs hard at the collar of Erik's ridiculous jumpsuit and pushes up into the kiss. It leaves him off balances because he honestly has no idea what he's doing, but the contact feels good. He hasn't been this close to another person in a long time, and a strange sort of shiver runs through him, parting from the kiss with a loud breath. ]

What else do you want from me?

[ It's a quiet question, looking at him directly and daring him to say something. Anything. Maybe he just wants to provoke him a little now that they don't have to type out words, and he innocently licks at his bottom lip, waiting for some sort of answer. ]
whists: (pic#11441703)

[personal profile] whists 2018-03-03 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, Emily very well can't blame her for that. Maybe most of her conspirators got to live, but she remembers the pure hate and need to destroy Ramsey when she found him. He had let her usurper in, stolen her ring, and taken Alexi away from her.]

Justice was served, and it sounds as though he deserved it. I'd say we should drink to that, but...
nishizono: (( clr ) 004)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
it's not like i can control it.
the mind control thing, i mean.


[ and it's true. he'd hoped it'd be calmer, that more codes added to his own would stabilize his own. apparently it just amplified the skill and gave him more headaches. ]

so how's the new digs?
nishizono: (( clr ) 059)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
and here i thought you were a first-dates-only kinda guy.

[ it's good-natured humor, where tetora's concerned, and they smoke in relative peace together. the filters make no noise at all, as do the embers - hardly a crinkle as the paper roll burns off and ash falls to the dirt-covered ground. it's almost friendly. it might as well be, truthfully.

this is the closest tetora's gotten to feeling like he can relate to someone without murder being an immediate part of the equation.
]

i'm tetora.
list_maker: (which way?)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-03 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe there's something else around here other than that drink- [She gestures around them. Maybe there's some actual alcohol. Arya's not much of a drinker, but she does want to. She'll happily celebrate Little Finger's passing. And the passing of everyone else she's managed to kill.]
oorah: (☠︎038)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-03 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
it's quieter inside the houses
and by that i mean you can make more noise
without getting their attention


[ the monsters. he starts leading her down the sandpath now without noticing he's doing that thing again. ]
oorah: (087)

it's how fran k feels on the inside of his heart ok

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-03 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ an army. echoes of lieutenant castle, his men looking to him for guidance. him getting billy out of tight spot after tight spot. frank swallows back a sudden dryness in his throat and sets his red drink aside rather than taking another swig. ]

i'm training people. we call it fight club. i don't know if we'll ever get a chance to put our fists in those things, or whatever else is causing this
but if we do have a chance i want us to be ready


[ without considering why he's doing it, frank reaches out and wraps a massive hand around lucas' wrist, imploring him by looking deeply into his eyes. ]
scarecrowed: (pic#12090884)

[personal profile] scarecrowed 2018-03-03 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I would have been surprised if you'd said they were beautiful.

[ Monsters tended to be ugly, didn't they? And he should recognize the tower, but he's from Oz, so he doesn't. ]

they breed there?
nishizono: (( clr ) 054)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
and where can i find them? her? whoever the fuck they are.
they've got some nerve just shoving us out in the wild to fend for ourselves AND take our shit too.


[ just because he understands where they're coming from doesn't mean he appreciates what they've done either. ]
nishizono: (( clr ) 025)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Why should it? They made me for this purpose. If it bothered me to execute, then I'd be going against what I was made for in the first damn place.

[ and if he's being honest? he's good at it. he likes that he's good at it, even if he doesn't particularly care for the nature of the work he's meant to do. ]
kiljoy: (aka grab a sharpie)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-03-03 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods. Yes, apparently they do. And they've now arrived outside House 10, which Kilgrave stops and points at.]

That's House 10. Yours is probably close by.
kiljoy: (aka grab a sharpie)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-03-03 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably back in the room you woke up in. They're still processing the new arrivals.

[He points back at the reset room. Hey, don't blame him, buddy. He's not the one who took away this guy's precious knives. He'll have to take that one up with the natives.]
nishizono: (( gry ) 09)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
well, damn it.
you know anyone in there?
if i go back alone i might just fucking punch someone.
kiljoy: (aka nothing on the telly)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-03-03 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[He probably does know a few of the people in there, but there's not much point in sending him back... Kilgrave shakes his head.]

Honestly, you're wasting your time. They won't let you have anything they took away from you. If you're lucky, you'll get something back later. Until then, you'll just have to wait.
nishizono: (( clr ) 047)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tetora makes a face like he bit a lemon. waiitng games - his least favorite thing in the world. ]

and there's no other way, is that it?
lionhearrt: (Smoke)

[personal profile] lionhearrt 2018-03-03 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something like dates are as foreign to him as being a productive member of society, but it's fine, this is fine. Peace is all he wants now and sharing a cigarette with someone is familiar, peaceful. He doesn't mind it making him more inclined to actually answer that unasked question. ]

Suoh.
Edited 2018-03-03 17:35 (UTC)
nishizono: (2 - IKie94O)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tetora nods in acknowledgment and finishes his cigarette; the cigarette lays on the dust-covered dirt, its embers crushed underfood. in a sign of tentative trust, offers the man - suoh, he amends - a hand. ]
lionhearrt: (Hand)

[personal profile] lionhearrt 2018-03-03 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gold eyes stare at that hand for a long moment wondering if the guy had a few screws loose. Most people were afraid of him on sight and those that witnessed his fire let alone been victim to it weren't generally inclined to offer their hand to him. That is, other than his clansmen, but then the fire he used on them didn't burn, not if they passed the test. But this guy... after a moment's pause Suoh extends his hand in return. It wasn't his problem if he had a death wish. Fortunately, there were no flames this time. His hand is warm to the touch but that's normal. The Red King ran hot, everyone knew that. ]
kiljoy: (aka nothing on the telly)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-03-03 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you could try pitching a fit at them. I wasn't too happy when I first got here either. But I doubt it'll work.

[He shrugs. Yeah, he gets that it sucks. Kilgrave hates waiting too. But it didn't matter how angry he got, he couldn't control the natives and they wouldn't do what he wanted. The first of many reasons that he hates this place.]
nishizono: (15 - alEAl9m)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't offer handshakes all that often, for two reasons - he doesn't like people, and he's a touch-based telepath. the latter is more of a problem than the former, to be clear, but both reasons have determined a lot of his interactions with other people for so long that he's stopped questioning these two things. they're his reality. they're his life truths. he hasn't known anything else.

tetora offering to shake another person's hand is... you could say it's his character development.

the man's touch is warmer than should be comfortable, but tetora returns the firm grip, unhurried in his gesture. then, through the connections made, tetora telepathically broadcasts to suoh:
]

Guess we're a pair of weirdos, huh.
nishizono: (( clr ) 036)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-03-03 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
well, it's worth a try.
thanks, dude.


[ he even offers thumbs up ironically, because he's that kind of person - the type to just take what he gets and shrugs if it's not exactly nice or perfect. nothing in the world is perfect, he can live with that. ]
kiljoy: (aka understanding)

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-03-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kilgrave nods back. Fair enough. They all learn things the hard way here, himself included. If this guy doesn't need anything else, he'll move on to help someone else.]
lionhearrt: (Let's Play)

[personal profile] lionhearrt 2018-03-03 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Suoh's mind is not somewhere meant for humans. The moment he enters his mind he's transported to a world of magma, before him an ocean of churning molten rock. He stand above the ocean facing not Suoh but a lion made of flame. It emits a low rumble from the depths of its throat before releasing a loud roar strong enough to throw him out of his head. An automatic defense.

Standing in front of him, Suoh looks back at him with red glowing eyes, a small smile at the corner of his mouth, his thoughts hard to gauge. ]