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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



clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

whoop

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-13 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
(In theory, Eddie should of known better than to drink strange things. But considering how in and out his memories are lately, it's very easy for him to fall into old habits quickly. Eddie's old habits just happen to be very dangerous: he is used to taking things from adults and ingesting them without a second thought. So he drinks, and thinks nothing of it, and gets tangled up in emotions he's only let himself feel when he was all alone.

Except this time they wash over him so intensely that he can scarcely handle it. Normally, those feelings come with swelling bursts of guilt and shame. Not this time. This time, he just felt some ache inside of him that wasn't quite yet matured, but starting to open up into itself. He's hovering near the fire when the other boy appears beside him. Maybe he had already been there and Eddie simply didn't notice, but now that he has noticed him, Eddie discovers that looking away isn't an option.

It's a Big Feeling. His fingers curl and bite into his palms, and Eddie remains still, like if he were to move, he'd scare this boy away. He holds his breath, feeling his face burn high up in his cheeks. It's something Eddie would have never done in all his life, but this wasn't Eddie in the right state of mind. So with one bold movement, he's brushing his fingers very slightly against the boy's. Just to get his attention maybe.)
justbeingknife: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=1873928 (...!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
I

[ was definitely not expecting to be talking to a magic carpet this fine afternoon, that was for sure. Majima shook his head and tried to concentrate on using his device. Which he was still a little shaky on, frankly. ]

Not exactly. I was expectin' something with a little more kick.

[ Then after a moment's hesitation: ]

Did you want some?
deadboywalking: ([:)] crazy together)

beautiful tbh tbh tbh

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The fire is really pretty.

That's what Will notices, in the hazy fog of contentment and warmth he's feeling right now, that he hilariously doesn't pin to the weird sweet beverage. The fire is warm and quiet and safe and that makes it really really pretty. He's sort of hovering by it in a sleepy daze, hands loose at his side, eyes half-lidded. It's the most relaxed he's been since arriving -- no. Since before the Upside-Down.

Not even the nudge to his hand startles him like it normally would. Instead Will glances down, blinking a couple times at the sight of a hand so close to his own. The leap from oh, a hand to gonna hold it is near-instantaneous. When Will looks up from the fingers tangled with his own and blinks at the other boy, his chest goes warm and full with happiness that he had.

He smiles. And waves with his free hand.
]
deadboywalking: ([:|] daydreaming)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Will shrugs again -- that's sort of his go-to gesture, especially with strangers. Strange men. The fact that this guy is keeping a safe distance has him more relaxed than he normally would be, though. This whole texting thing is nice.]

i don't really sleep a lot. did you have a nightmare?
deadboywalking: ([:o] i see vine people)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-13 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Excuse you, he is a very grown up middle schooler and could totally pass as a high schooler...okay that's a lie he can't even ride most roller coasters, he's too tiny. The big anxious eyes and the habit he has of swaying back and forth when he's nervous don't help with that.

Still, he thought he was being stealthy. He hadn't said or done anything to make his presence known, just sort of...gravitated over to the older guy and. Stayed there. Who knows why -- feel lucky that you qualify as a "potentially safe adult", Prompto.

But, upon being called out, Will freezes and quickly shakes his head. He's still not good at the whole texting thing (80's kid), so he knots his fingers together instead, another sign of anxiety.
]
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝)

i treat u right

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
(It's a shock to his system that his hand is held at all. His hand. Even though there were all these other hands prime for the taking and his was held. Eddie gets a goofy grin on his face, and he looks up at the other boy. This was arguably one of the best moments of his young pathetic life, or at least it very much felt that way just then.

The wave confuses him at first, but then oh, he remembers. Shhh. Eddie's goofy smile vanishes for a second, and he nods very grimly instead. He would do nothing to harm this boy. Ever. Especially not talk. Nope.

But then the smile is back and he gives a tinier wave back. One of those loose, fingers-curling kinda wave before his hand drops. When was the last time anyone had ever really noticed him? Cause this boy was noticing him, right? God, he hopes so. What does one do when someone has noticed them? Eddie thinks.

Then smiles again. He gives their hands a swing, and raises his spare hand. He makes a walking gesture with his index and middle finger before pointing between them, and then out towards the edge of the festivities, before raising a brow at Will.)
gimmesometassel: (Questioning)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-02-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He understands how you feel, Majima; he's from a world where technology itself is a foreign concept. Still, even if it's tough typing with tassels, he's been here long enough to start getting the hang of it.]

I can't drink but thank you!

[And then, as though he needed more confirmation of the fact that this thing has no experience whatsoever with drinking:]

How does a drink kick? It doesn't have any legs.
nishizono: (( clr ) 008)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ incoming melodrama: ]

They took my guns. [ it's a proclamation so rife with emotion you'd think he was missing a limb. he feels you, eyepatch dude. ] Even my knives are missing. I could've kept those quiet.
justbeingknife: (what was that?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ uhhhhhh

Maybe that awkward pause right there would help clue Will in to the answer to that question. ]


It's normal for me. Figured it'd be better not to have a room next to anyone else.

[ This was pretty much the closest thing Majima could get to a single while still living in a shared house. Hell, it was even bigger than the postage stamp of an apartment he'd been staying in back in Sotenbori. No river view...

...but also no feeling of being watched. ]


Are you Mike?
porkbelly: (no sex in the champagne room my ass)

Liplocked.

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-13 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Yuuri had been very good about avoiding alcohol up to this point. It wasn't that he disliked it or it had ill effects on him - it was quite the opposite. When he drank he shed his normal reserved personality and became a much bolder person. In this place, where being quiet and reserved was a boon, drinking seemed like an especially bad idea.

But someone had misinformed him. He didn't think it was alcohol. It smelled good. One cup became two. Two became four... and it was a very different Yuuri that slid up next to Emily. At the very least, he retained the important information that he needed to be quiet, so instead of words he gives her a very friendly wave accompanied by a knowing smile.]
justbeingknife: (tired)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is a travesty. An injustice. ]

They took my bat, too. And my 9mm.

[ Even his nunchucks. Even his taser!! Now he was an empty shell of a man, except he still had his fists so I guess that part was fine. ]
justbeingknife: (mildly curious)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wow, hmm. How to explain this sensation? ]

Not an actual kick, but... it's how ya describe a drink that hits ya out of nowhere.

You don't finish tasting it until a second or two after it goes down, and then it hits ya all at once. A real rush. This? It's kinda weird and sweet-tastin'.
gimmesometassel: (Questioning)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-02-13 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
So kick tastes better than sweet?

[So kick is a flavor, just like sweet and bitter? Sure, that sounds legit. It's not like he's ever experienced taste before, after all.]
dapalis: (『 the edge of sanity 』)

Yuichiro Hyakuya | Seraph of the End | OTA

[personal profile] dapalis 2018-02-13 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
| P ut a Sock in it |

[ There's a pause.

Sure they explained things well enough but it was still sinking in that he was one? Here without his family and two? They took his sword! Plus there was the question of the strange device thing that the lady was using to make messages and Yuu had screwed up his face a bit in trying to understand it.

This place was haunted by something called Sound Eaters, huh? He figured he could take them down but he'd need his Cursed Gear back at once, since he could still kinda feel Ashuramaru but not entirely. It made him all kinds of irritated and antsy all at once. So it left Yuu finally speaking up when he'd let things register.

Mostly just not leaving the reset room for that specific reason. ]


Give me my sword back! Come on! It's not gonna make sound or whatever! I need that--

[ Ugh they aren't listening to him. ]

Where's my friends?! They were with me before, you have to--

[ Then he's being given a look from some of the natives and proceeding to go off and huff in the corner, trying to figure out how to use the device and having no luck with it. Looking more and more frustrated by the minute. ]


| T he Place Inside |

[ Usually when someone implies or outright says something's a bad idea? It's never been much of a deterrent for Yuu in the slightest so he'd started toward the direction of where that weird red dust was coming from. Having run into someone on the way and they'd decided to join him, they got further and closer to the source but as they did?

His body tensed up and senses went on high alert, every little breath he's taking feels like it's louder than it needs to be. Every little step feels like one of those sound eaters should be on him for it.

Not even the times he'd allowed Ashuramaru more control with his power did it ever feel this awful. Yuu's chest felt tight and constricted, vision blurring along with a sense of panic he hated, carefully reaching out with one hand to tug on his companion's sleeve.

The look on his face screamed how panicked he was feeling but even with that? He mouthed something that was hard to ignore.

We have to go. NOW. ]




| L iplocked |

[ Having taken to wandering around aimlessly, it was hard to miss the area with the little jars of red liquid and it's nothing he's seen before. Didn't look like blood so what the hell was it and why did people seem to get all weird and affectionate after they had some?

It was enough that he decided to wander over and took one up for himself, taking a large drink of it and his expression brightened instantly. Not taking long for him to essentially suck most of it all back with a grin before turning to the nearest person with a weird feeling thrumming in his veins.

He was getting better at speaking with people and making friends so uh... why should that be any different. Haphazardly he types something out on his device, wrought with awful mistakes but it still gets the message across for the most part. ]


Hy! you hadany f ths stuff yt?! its grate!

[ No he's not drunk. Please. Being only about sixteen will do that to you so of course it begs the question of why it was so awful to read... ]



[ ooc: not doing the stranger thing for this one even if he ain't immune xD If none of these work then surprise me? I'm open to anything tbh. ]
justbeingknife: (ha!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Although for girls, it's usually the other way around.

[ what was this conversation. he gave up. ]

That's why those fruity drinks are so popular. Can't taste the alcohol as much. 'Course, that also means it's easier to drink too much for your own good. A real pro knows their limits.
nishizono: (4 - dKyAIj6)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ kinda hard to take away the fists quietly, but... ]

I spent forever collecting the right kind of knives, you know. And they just took them all. You had a 9mm? Me too, and a 45.

I feel so fucking naked.
whists: (pic#11441736)

oh yuuri, no

[personal profile] whists 2018-02-13 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[She made herself a target. That was an oversight, but not one that Emily necessarily was irritated with. Yet. Even if someone overstepped their boundaries, she has plenty of ways to let it be known that they had. For now, she was just enjoying the mood of the event, the fun of it all without downing drink after drink.

So when Yuuri slid up to her?

She wasn't surprised.

Arching an eyebrow at him, she lifts her hand in a casual wave in return.]
Having a good time?
porkbelly: (... sometimes a hard boy.)

he will be so embarrassed later

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-13 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It's better than being terrified and covered in mud.

My name's Yuuri. What's yours?
gimmesometassel: (Me?)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-02-13 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh! Akira told him what alcohol is! So alcohol tastes kick, and drunk is what happens when you drink it, but too much drunk is bad for you. And boys like kick better than sweet, but girls don't. Look at how much he's learning! What an educational conversation~]

So you're an alcohol pro?
justbeingknife: (sad)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Don't feel right without at least my tantō, but...

[ He motioned to Tetora. ]

Least ya can still fight.

[ They couldn't take that away from you!! Also, the longer Majima 'talked', the more obvious it'd become that he had some firmly entrenched Kansai-ben going on. No one question this. ]
whists: (pic#11441710)

she'll bring it up every now and then, just to make it worse

[personal profile] whists 2018-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know, you can do fun things with mud.

[Like hide dead bodies!]

Emily. I'll stay cautious about whether it's a pleasure to meet you or not.
dapalis: (『 maybe sort of like you 』)

liplocked - 1

[personal profile] dapalis 2018-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Blinking a bit when this cute girl came up to him, it took a couple seconds for him to realize she wanted to be friends. Something that made him smile but also had a small blush rising to his cheeks without warning. Then eventually managing to type out something of a haphazard response back to her. ]

ya sure! cnt say ever hd somene drectly wana b my frned before.

[ Yuu makes a face at his device like he'd want to hit it before adding something else on. ]

...hw do u use thse thigs?
justbeingknife: (smile)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, somewhere, someone's childhood was being destroyed. ]

I do drink for my job. But there're people who know more than me. Guy I used to know who tended bar back home, he was a real wizard. He could go on about cedar casks and finishes all day.
darksmokerising: (162)

Merlan Margaret O'Keefe | Supernatural

[personal profile] darksmokerising 2018-02-13 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
💠ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴ ɪᴛ

The dust, the disorientation, the hands, and the kindess are the first things that penetrate the fog. Merlan relaxes, sensing no ill intent, and lets these people do what they will. There's no room for anything but compliance. But it's strange and while she thinks it should be frightening, that fear is absent.

What her mind, her senses tell her, is that they are here to help. It feels good to have the dust washed away and she doesn't mind the loss of her belongings, not really.

💠ʟɪᴘʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ

[OOC Note: Smut is okay, if you want, but mostly cuddles, leaning and touching will be going on. She's just super gentle with everyone.]

The liquid is definitely good - sweet without being too sweet and Merlan sits near the fire, letting it warm her. She nurses the drink but her expression softens and she reaches out to other easily, her gloved fingers a brush against an arm, her expression bright, for those who are telepathic, they'll get a friendly brush of a hello as well.

Those who approach her will find themselves with a warm hug and gentle caring touches. Her trust is the kind that is wide open, now, and she is quite amenable to whatever.


Her jumpsuit is a vivid emerald green, the stitches a deep gold, comfortable, soft. It makes no sound.

She shakes her head at the one question because she has too many. There's too much to think about to ask a single question, now. Merlan is in House One and finds that her room is the master bedroom, so she follows the sand path there without complaint. She might be silent but her eyes are everywhere, adjusting to the surroundings, to faces, to details, and sometimes she reaches out to stop someone or drops down to examine the sand path itself.

Her long hair is swept away from her face and wrapped up with a bright gold scarf edged in the same colour emerald as her jumpsuit. As she glances up, her mind flicks out to briefly brush against the minds of others, sending out a soft mental Hello, can you hear me to see if there's anyone else who possesses telepathic tendencies or is a receiver.
Edited 2018-02-13 12:18 (UTC)
porkbelly: (don't stare me always)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-13 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[He'll put on an expression of mock pouting, placing a hand to his chest.]

Aw, that hurts. Do I really look like a bad guy? You just looked lonely all by yourself.