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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



justbeingknife: (attention)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't, but.... ]

You mean, on you? Those guys back at the Reset Room didn't take all your stuff?
saltysanta: (Default)

Noël Christenbell | Noel la Neige/Holy Glory | OTA

[personal profile] saltysanta 2018-02-13 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Put a Sock In It
[This is not the North Pole. This is not his room. He wasn't even asleep, for God's sake! What the hell is going on?

He's disoriented and sluggish enough that struggling is useless; Noël can do little more than slur out a few swears and stagger in the direction he's guided. He can't even fight the indignity of being stripped out of some very Victorian steampunk-ish clothing and washed as though he can't even take care of himself. At least the cold water brings him back to his senses a little.....

By the time they're sat down to receive an explanation, his sour mood has at least partially given way to bewilderment. He knows Reims--he visits France frequently enough, at least once per year. The people here don't act like this. He's never even heard of this kind of monster. And what in the world is that strange glass object translating the movement of the woman's hands into words?]


What kind of monsters could reduce France to this in a matter of months?


The Place Inside
[That damnable dust again. It's not just inside the room he (and so many others) woke up in, it's out on the streets, too? Is that normal? It's disconcerting, and Noël is certainly wary..... but if this is an unusual problem, then it really ought to be addressed. Noël heads out with a cane (gaudily candy cane-striped, with a flat-topped silver knob engraved with a snowflake) in hand preemptively for support, the other hand holding his collar up over his nose and mouth to try and breathe in as little of the stuff as possible. The precautions probably won't do much good, except for helping him not crumple once the weakness sets in..... but dammit, he intends to try.]


Liplocked (Please note if you want lustful/romantic/paternal/or friendship effects~ ♥)
[Ah..... he's never really participated in Valentine's Day before. When life was still relatively normal, he was simply too young for such things, then too poor--and once he got older? He was just too busy and isolated. Still, he appreciates the generosity, even if the modern cards seem strangely plain compared to the ones he's seen.

As for the drinks..... well, water isn't always clean and safe to drink. He understands that. And even if it is, the locals are obviously marking the occasion with what seems to be some sort of liquor, if their behavior is anything to go by. He's hardly a stranger to drinking, though, so surely moderation won't be a problem? It goes down sweet and smooth--not with the burn of cheap, harsh liquor, but a pleasant, lingering warm glow that does wonders for his mood. He's actually smiling and social, a gentle warmth in his expression that hasn't been there in years.]


I wonder what the recipe is for this? It's impressive that they're still distilling spirits even in these circumstances.


Wildcard
[Go ahead and throw anything you didn't see here at me, or alter any of the above prompts to your liking!]
deadboywalking: ([:o] que?)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Sleep, what's a sleep? Sounds fake. Will hasn't slept more than half an hour at a time since showing up at this place, and all of that has been with Mike within reaching distance. So when his friend had finally dozed off, exhausted himself, Will had taken to perching on the chair in his room (dining room, which is weird) and staring off into the middle distance, trying not to think too hard.

The appearance of the man makes him shrink down in his seat, trying to disappear into the blanket he has wrapped around himself. No small children here, go away.
]
dryeyes: once more (shit here comes the calzone goblin)

i-ish

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-02-13 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Mitsuha deals with the newcomers. He can't see the contents of her device as she and some new, unfortunate soul exchange information. Still, for the state their in, it seems to go as well as one could hope. Once the new person has moved on, Aizawa will step in.]

[It's the same intimidating guy. He's regained his weird bandage-scarf, though, which would muffle his speech if they were actually talking. Thankfully, sign is unimpeded.]


It's unfortunate there's more. [The device translates, if necessary.]

You're acting as a proper veteran, though. [or, more accurately, a senpai. It's a bit of stoic praise.]
deadboywalking: (Default)

house one

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[If you pile a bunch of cool stuff out where anyone can see it, then chances are you're going to attract pests. Raccoons, mice...pre-teens. At least Will is fairly respectful about it, keeping his distance and not touching anything, but he's definitely curiously looking at everything.

If he catches Tony looking at him, though, he's going to try and hide behind the nearest large object, though.
]
iisupergirlii: (i'm touched)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara watches him, wincing when he recoils. once he reads the message, Kara deletes it and starts typing again. ]

I know you're scared. I won't hurt you. I got here before you did, and I just want to help. What's your name?

[ she waves her device a little, a sign for him to get his out so he can talk too, if he wants. ]
justbeingknife: (profile2)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Will had been on Majima's left side, he would've been scot free, but Majima could still catch the hint of movement out of the corner of his right. Damn.

Luckily, there was a way to fix this problem, maybe. Possibly. Majima took out his phone and, in the grand modern tradition, began texting someone who was in the room right next door. ]


Sorry. Forgot you guys slept out here.

[ What was coming over and communicating like a normal person. He'd probably just scare Will off, anyway. ]
dryeyes: and taught me everything i know about love [<user name="dryeye">] (quizilla's 7 minutes in heaven)

liplock a, regrets ahoy

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-02-13 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Victor, what the fuck are you doing?]

[... Would be the reaction in just about any other circumstance. The drink had been wearing down his own rough edges. When Victor came over to sit by him, he'd even felt a little pleased. It felt more like a compliment than just a chance for Victor to annoy him. So, he gestures him down, assuming they'd spend some time together or,]

[Or Victor would get on his lap. It doesn't really surprise him, somehow. Instead, he leans over and uses one hand to pull Victor's free arm closer, so that he can take a sip from the other man's drink. It's a small, intimate gesture, and he licks his lips as he pulls back.]

["It's good," he signs with one hand.]
iisupergirlii: (you are in so much trouble)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara shrugs. She gets it. She'd had her own private dorm. Granted, her worries had been that a roommate would see her sleep-float, but still. ]

Behind a closed door of your very own.
morphogenia: (the rain stopped)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-02-13 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[This whole area is super weird to her. Kamala decides not to judge much since she has literally no idea what's going on here. She takes note of everything and looks visibly relieved by Frank's response.] That's great to hear because I didn't actually have a plan on what to do if you kicked me out aside from keep walking until someone let me stay with them. I found some free space which is pretty much close enough, I think?
iisupergirlii: (oooh booze!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara nods, sitting beside her, close enough that their arms brush and Kara has to bite her lip. she holds up her jar of half-finished v-day drink as a distraction. ]

This stuff is pretty good, right?
oorah: (098)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-13 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ he nods, already looking worried though some of the kids here are even younger than she must be. frank gets up, abandoning his activity altogether and gestures for her to show him. with a tiny smile he types out. ] people here call me punching bag. [ he puts a hand on her arm in a way he hopes is reassuring before shuffling past her to the house at large so she can show him the claim she's staked. ]
impostersyndrome: (days when)

i

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2018-02-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He's pretty sure the girl who just approached him is still in high school, but she seems to have it together here. Prompto has only been here an hour or so and he's already completely lost, even with the answers some of the others have already given him.

So he looks at the girl, grins, and types into his device.]


hiya. I'm Prompto.
I'm just trying to find house 5?


[He was told that was where he should go; apparently, some of his friends are already there.]
deadboywalking: ([:|] lab rat)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Will leans over to read the message, looking between the device and the woman a few times, appraising. She doesn't look like a monster. She looks nice. Like Nancy Wheeler, or Dustin's mom, or Joyce--

The thought gets shut down real quick, because the last thing Will wants to do is think about his own mom and end up crying like a dumb baby. His throat works a couple times, before he pulls out his own device and, very awkwardly, punches in the letters, clearly not used to this kind of technology:
]

will.
deadboywalking: ([:|] fluffy)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Will's forehead scrunches up a little as he watches the guy poke at his weird...device thing. He's from 1983, okay, he doesn't know what a phone is, and he's very bad at texting.

But then the message appears and Will startles a little, eyes widening a bit before -- oh, right. That's a thing. He'll clear his throat and shrug a shoulder, before very carefully texting back:
]

it's okay. it's kinda weird. if i'm in the way, i can go someplace else.
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗)

Eddie Kaspbrak | OTA

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴: 𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙴𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙴
CW: Given warnings for this prompt. Also intense psychological "body horror". Children suffering. Swearing? Swearing. Uh self-suffocation accidentally?

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟷.
(The thing with Eddie in a situation like this was he wanted to understand the entire layout of wherever he was. He walks every sand trail, memorizing with explicit, impressive detail each bend in the street. He reaches his hand out on occasion, gingerly touching walls, spots, here and there, almost as an after thought.

He might seem far too young to be on his own, but he walks with an odd confidence that directs him with supposed intention down each and every track. It's clear he seems to have a goal in mind, and that's when he discovers the red. His memories were vague, too blurry, not reliable enough for him to remember to be afraid of such an ominous coaxing red. He feels a strange temptation to follow, not too unlike a temptation he has felt before but for the time being, has forgotten.

Eddie walks after the red dust, letting it swirl and twist up his thin legs. He thinks it's oddly pretty. He gets far enough along that he slows to a stop, and he squats down, reaching a hand out to press his palm flat in the red dust. He sweeps it over, making no noise as he does, and lifts his hand to stare at the bright red hand. It makes him pause, like he should be remembering something very significant. This boy doesn't need to venture so far into the land to start getting coated. He gets his other hand coated in it, focusing on that bright, bloody red, and frowning hard. What was it? What did he forget?

Someone should probably stop him from picking up this red dirt and getting it all over him. Or go explore with him further into this hellscape.)



𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟸.
(Somehow, Eddie had wound up alone close to the island. He's red from head to toe, his face streaked from tears long since shed. He's not crying anymore though, his feet are carrying him stumbling away. He somehow doesn't make noise, his light feet sliding together as he struggles forward. He can scarcely breath. He can feel it deep inside of his chest: his lung were clogged with the red dust, filled up so bad that there was no room left for air. Even his inhaler couldn't touch that, he doesn't think, and so he stops breathing entirely. He gapes, not quite feeling his mouth anymore, and distantly, he wonders if he ever even had a mouth. If it hadn't rotted away into just a black hole, if the entirety of him hadn't rotted down to just one fine nerve ending constantly being fried with sensation.

He winds up on his hands and knees, scraping through the dust, picking himself back up only to go back down. His refusal to breathe except for in natural, subconscious sips of breath is making his mouth go blue under what can be seen from where he'd been crying. He can't remember anything, can't remember anything but the roaring blood in his head and something crawling through filth towards him. Had he gotten sick from that? God, he had to of. He was sick, and everything was burning through him to get out. Was that even his own heart beat? Or was it the heart beat of someone near?

Eddie can be found stumbling his way back into the safer part of the city, but he's not in a good shape and it's obvious to anyone with eyes. He's gonna be super not okay after! So good luck.)



𝙻𝙸𝙿𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳: 𝚆𝙴 𝙱𝙴-𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁
CW: Eddie's 12. Obviously no smut here. Any actual lip-lockin' should be with kids his own age thnx - and honestly, only v specific circumstances if at all. Everyone else though can get adorable clingy hugs and cheek smooches and puppy eye staring. This is left suuuper open-ended.

(If there was anything Eddie was susceptible to it was his own emotions. The strange crowd had been one thing, certainly, and maybe he should have turned away seeing so many adults. But it had been children in the crowd that had stopped him. It looked almost like a celebration, and Eddie couldn't help but wonder what they were celebrating and if that might mean there was food. He was awfully hungry. It's a child his own age that offers him the drink. He's hesitant at first, because he doesn't really recognize it, but he can't deny that he wasn't intrigued. Eddie doesn't think to associate the affection with the drink. For all he knows, that's just how people were here.

So he takes a few sips and hands it off. It went down warm and spread in his belly pleasantly. He holds his hand over his mouth, feeling a little dizzy for just a second, but the moment passes.

Eddie wanders, and as he does, that warmth only grows larger and larger until his eyes are nearly watering from its intensity. He felt a hollow ache somewhere deep and endless inside of him, his chest feeling as though it had been emptied out, and he needed to fill it back up. His arms wrap around himself, and it almost hurts. It's a desperate want, a vicious need to have his arms around his father, the father that had died four years ago, a desperate want for his mother, the press of her against him, swallowing him up and keeping him safe- this feeling drawing him towards older people of either gender, feeling more childish and in need than ever of an adult. Then there were more wants, wants for a friend to clasp his hands with and wrap up and keep promises with. Then there was that deeper, heavier feeling. Something that had only just begun to take shape inside of Eddie. He was too young for most things, but romance had begun to mean a lot more than just cheesy movies. It began to mean something to Eddie, and he had defined that part of himself recently in such a way that he felt himself blushing hotly near certain people, feeling his stomach explode with butterflies. A crush. It was a crush.)

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[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-13 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ he had followed her out here after packing a small bag of supplies. the newcomers are suspicious of the ones who have been here longer and frank can't say he blames them. it isn't like it was for him and the first wave; and now he feels obligated to show people like her the ropes. which is how she ends up this far from town with a guy who looks like an extra from a rocky movie.

it's only when he sees the dust that he knows they made a mistake. he freezes up, but it's too late.

it's just as unbearable for him as it is for her. so much so that he doesn't even see her screen. his mouth feels scratchy and dry and every time he breathes he wants to claw his own lungs out. he pulls out the canteen he brought and takes a swig of water while he thinks. oddly... it seems to help. frank takes another sip and frowns at it, then passes it over to her. it doesn't fix it, but it does help. his mind is almost clear enough to think again. ]
Edited (soRRY) 2018-02-13 05:43 (UTC)
oorah: (☠︎101)

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[personal profile] oorah 2018-02-13 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ he takes in a sharp breath when someone takes his hand. his eyes are wild and almost fearful, his bruised face turning to study her and then to the touch that connects them. he doesn't try to pull away, the fear shifting to acceptance and eventually confusion. what gives, lady? ]
waystation: (♜ askance to watch)

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-13 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Jake couldn't be sure with what little knew, but he was leaning toward the belief this was a different world, separate from Roland's. It was closer to Earth than Mid-World, that much was obvious... yet not Earth as he knew it. Maybe it was a France somewhere, but his had been a country with seventy million people living in it just the other day. They didn't all just pile decades' worth of dust on their stuff and start living in total silence, right...?

Distracted by the flames of the fire, he was ruminating on the fact that not so long ago he'd been sitting at a campfire just like this one, in a world that also felt a bit haunted just like this. It took a shadow falling along the ground to tip him off that he was no longer alone. There were no careless, clumping footsteps to give people away anymore--another thing he was struggling to get used to.

He uncurled from his slouch to look up into the man's eyes... eye. His gaze immediately slid to the eye patch before he caught himself and waved back, a little awkward. Pulling his device out to see what the other had said to him, he shot off a quick response.]


Yeah. [At least texting was still the same here. After a moment's hesitation, he added:] You, too?
impostersyndrome: (i remember)

liplocked

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2018-02-13 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Since drinking the red stuff, Prompto has been feeling pretty good. Pretty good, like he wants to shower his friends in affection, except his bros are not in the immediate vicinity. So that just means he needs to find some new bros, in the meantime.

He's walking around the fire, biting back the urge to hum something happy, when he notices an extra shadow just behind his. He turns, and finds that there's a kid following him, probably a middle schooler.

His eyes widen in surprise. Somehow, it hadn't occurred to him that there might be children here, and yet here one is.

He glances around, but none of the natives seem to be paying attention to him. Probably not one of their kids, then.

He smiles down at Will, because the kid looks like he needs a friendly face. He pulls out his device.]


hey there. looking for someone?

[He really hopes this kid is looking for someone and isn't all alone here...]
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[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, it's fine. Shoulda introduced myself sooner. I'm Majima.

[ was this what was happening with the kids these days. One day someone would mention DVDs to Majima and get a completely blank stare. ]

Didn't think anyone'd be awake still.
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[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Love potions?!

[ oh god. she has to put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from yelping?? ]

But...why?!
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[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
(。•́︿•̀。) <- This?
It's a sad face. Do you see it?
justbeingknife: (attention)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was still frankly bizarre to be talking by means of these machines to someone who was literally right there. What wasn't bizarre, however, was the staring. Nope, that was totally familiar. ]

Yeah. They took everything I had on me, but I figure it was nothin' personal since they did it to everyone else.

So whattaya think? This really France?
gimmesometassel: (Questioning)

Liplocked

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-02-13 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[As a very natural consequence of having no mouth, Carpet hasn't sampled the drinks that have been going around. They seem to be popular, though, and people seem to be awfully happy, which is nice! The face Majima makes upon tasting it, though, isn't quite so nice. Carpet drifts over curiously, holding up his device.]

Does it taste bad?