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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



norms: (pic#10936868)

[personal profile] norms 2018-02-12 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
i won't accept it until i see what else is out there
if there's more anyway
[ He doesn't know if there is, and he can't see it from sitting where he is either. ]
don't worry i'll be careful

so are you going to tell me if that's sarcasm or not???
i don't think what i'm wearing is as good as yours


[ In truth, it's kind of drab considering the soft gray, but they didn't have much in the way that fit him without looking oversized. So, this guy is just going to have to deal with it, and Egil smiles. ]
justbeingknife: (ha!)

this is terrible news

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was sort of hard to miss the curve of muscle at Erik's shoulder, even under the fabric of the (not very flattering, frankly) jumpsuit. But Majima was going to do himself a solid here and not think about it.

He didn't even know what this place really was or who was telling the truth. It was not the time to make things more complicated. ]


New to the area, used to wakin' up in unexpected places.

[ This was accompanied by a wry smile. ]

Can't exactly explain ending up in France, though. Must've really ticked someone off this time.

Vash the Stampede | ota

[personal profile] criticality 2018-02-13 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Put a Sock in It

[ For several disorientating moments he thinks he must have blacked out. It has to be a hallucination, some sort of fugue state caused by complicated chemicals and reactions in his body, just like every time when he uses the damnable power of his. The last thing he remembers is morphing his arm and letting loose a blast that surely would have vaporized Knives if I had hit. There had been nothing but sand, the smell of whiskey and crackling ozone.

But standing here, in this room, with a quiet woman fretting over him and handing him things he realizes with a jolt that he is not dreaming. He is quite present and somewhere completely different. The air smells stale. His clothes were not his own. There was dirt plastered to his face and making what was left of his blonde hair turn a coppery colour.

The kind woman hands him a clear looking object and he reaches for it with his left arm only to realize that his prosthetic is gone. Someone has tied his jumpsuit neatly so the arm doesn’t hang and get in the way.

He takes the object gingerly with his other hand and stares at it. And then looks at the person across from him with a dazed expression, as if he was just waking from a realistic dream, not sure what is reality and what is illusion.

He is feeling exactly nothing in this moment. ]


The Place Inside

[ It’s a charming little town. It really is. Even though the residence are clearly terrified and half of the quaint little creature comforts of the town can’t be used, it is still the closest thing Vash has ever seen of what imagined ‘normal’ to be. It is a community and he is part of it now, so it is his home too.

When the red dust comes, a noticeable difference in the air seems to shift. Things are more tense. People feeling unsafe. He is part of the patrol so it is fine for him to poke his nose in to this, or so he thinks.

He tracks down someone he’s heard things about. How dependable and capable they are. He gives a little wave as he approaches. Communicator out, he writes: ]


Gotta few seconds to help out?

Liplocked

[ The only true way to deal with hard to manage feelings is to drink, in Vash’s humble experience. Alcohol has a pleasant buzzing feeling, but no true effects on him. Not the way it does humans. He likes that it gives him the opportunity to be among people who have let their guard down. To be able to laugh freely and act silly. He is more than willing to drink this local brew and warm up to the natives for the night. But whatever is in this jar is having effects he hadn’t fully anticipated. He feels light headed and wanting to be close to anyone who so much brushes past him. It is a strange desire for him and if he wasn’t so well disciplined in denying himself such things he would surely be making a fool of himself right now.

He sits on the ground, still sipping his drink, with a painfully controlled face. He is flushed and letting this eyes linger on people in an uncharacteristic hungry way. That’s when he saw her. It is odd that he can’t quite place her features, what’s so alluring, so captivating about this person. But he has never felt such a raw need to be with someone. Ever.

And in a flash she’s gone. Vash jumps to his feet and sloshes some drink down his front, but that doesn’t matter. He is pointing wildly. Trying to get someone’s attention.

Did you see where she went?! ]
nishizono: (( gry ) 05)

sockies

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's by sheer chance that the miming doesn't translate directly to punching, because tetora can see where the confusion might stem from. luckily, tetora's used to people actually punching him, not just miming it, so the subtle differences ring loud like a sunday church bell when the guy with an eyepatch helplessly gestures at his phone.

he'd snicker, but. you know.

tetora gestures give it here, then keeps his hand held out and open to the man.
]
justbeingknife: (tired)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
No kidding. And what's with this creepy cult? Even got their own uniform.

[ By which Majima meant the jumpsuits. He wasn't a fan. ]

Where ya from?
worlds: ([casually ignores friend])

put a sock in it

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Uh, friendly stranger??

Ouni pauses, a hint of surprise visible in his face when Kara approaches him. He barely knows how to handle friendliness from his acquaintances, never mind people he's never met before.

After reading her message—in what most likely took above average time, since someone here isn't exactly the most literate—he doesn't reply, instead shooting her a suspicious look.

(Sorry, Kara, he's grumpy.)]
justbeingknife: (leaning forward)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima didn't question the gesture; he just immediately handed the thing over. What was he going to do with it, anyhow?

This kid, though. Hmm. Japanese, was Majima's guess. He had that sort of insolent street kid attitude down, though the hair was all wrong for the time period. ]
charliehorse: (horse rearing)

The Place Inside

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-13 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Charlie's not quite yelling yet, but he's huffing hard at the unnatural redness, unsure whether this is death or this is the portal that'll take him home.

Kara appears with her message as the panic is gripping him, and the sight of her acts as an anchor. He grabs her wrist and leans his human half down so he can squint at the message, laboriously forming the words with his mouth as he reads.

He raises his brows at her, completely disbelieving, and points between them both
]

You? Me? [He weighs at least ten times what she does, the crazy little human. No, he needs to be the one to back her out of danger before this unnatural dust makes her even crazier. He lets go of her wrist and shoos at her]
zom: (n3rEQRh)

liplocked

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ huh.

that was strange. just a moment ago she was trying to aggressively cling onto the odd stranger, and now.... after that tap on the head, mitsuha almost shrieks when she realizes what she's doing; she lets go of the stranger and jumps back a bit, then turns to look at the boy with strikingly yellow hair. ]


How
How did you do that???
skyofreverie: (☆ I Wonder ☆ Stare)

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-02-13 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He can feel the hair on the back of his neck starting to rise as if something is there lurking behind him and Sora really, really shouldn't have come. But he's already here and there's nothing he can do about it now. Still his heart sounds so loud and surely it will bring one of the creatures here. It's as if the beating organ is yelling at him to run away - or maybe that is just the people who share it with him.

Yet running is not exactly an option. His large shoes will surely sound like drums as they pound against the sandy paths, that strange yet familiar sound as they displace the grains should he run. They can't stay here though. It's too dangerous.

The stranger with him has her eyes on him and so Sora uses his hands to communicate with her, not daring to reach for his 'berry to text her. Sora points at her and then the ground before giving her a signal to stop - indicating that she should stay where she is. Then points to himself, jabs a thumb over his shoulder to back where they came from before holding up one finger - saying that he is going to take a step back.

He won't move until he gets a nod from her.]
lilithsoul: (01)

B

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-13 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[She was not the only one drawn by the dust, the eerie familiarity of it and the thought that it might mean something. It reminded her of the LCL fluids distantly somehow. But by now, she was halted in her progress, getting closer to the isle, but held up by the near deafening sounds that she thought she heard.

She was just up ahead, holding as still as possible, breathing only the smallest breaths out of her nose to make as little noise as possible. Something was not right, and it felt like the amount of sound should have summoned one of those things, but it hadn't. In the swirls of the red dust, she looked back, eyes catching sight of a figure, but unsure what to make of her just yet.]
charliehorse: (Default)

Put a sock in it

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-13 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Charlie has to grab at Egil's wrist and lean his human half down to be able to read that message, and he does so slowly, forming each word soundlessly with his mouth.

Once he's parsed it he lets go and straightens up. He's disturbed. He shakes his head at Egil and slowly types his message back.
]

?? I am new. But humans would. Violent.

No not safe


[He shows his message as he shifts his weight on his hooves uneasily]
nishizono: (03 - zhCRO1m)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ he'd be right in his assumption; tetora's a metro tokyo kid through and through, despite the mostly international shenanigans involving his existence. a few taps and a bit of shake - the dust gets in the way -
and he's got their devices synching up in no time.

there. easy peasy. he almost tosses the device back before remembering at the last second that, if the guy doesn't have good reflexes (hey, he's got an eyepatch), the damn thing would make noise.

ugh. holding it out like a polite human being it is.
]
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
zeno doesnt mind the clothes
they gave it to zeno for free so hell wear it gratefully


[Between getting blood all over his clothes, them being sliced or torn, or even completely burned off - Zeno's just glad to have clothes in general.]

zeno is from kouka kingdom
but has traveled far and wide
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, Zeno has no idea what she's actually talking about. One minute she'd been clinging to someone and then he'd patted her head and now she's not. The other person had seemed strange but hadn't actually done anything yet - at least not to him.]

miss doesnt know
then zeno will show you


[This is the part where his hand raises and....

Pats her on the head.

W e l p.]


see its easy
worlds: (mmmmmm no)

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[When she grabs his arm, he frowns, before yanking it away. Still, he's paused, at least, so Miach can say her piece.

And look, you have it now, so it's yours deal to with!!]
charliehorse: (innocent)

Put a sock in it

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-13 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[There were humans everywhere and none of them looked familiar at all. This was an experience entirely out of Charlie's experience and he was agitated before he even caught Rei staring.

Light Above him, those red eyes were creepy.

He split off from the crowd he was milling in to stare back at her, looking her over. Humans didn't come in those colours, he was sure. Staring warily he circled round her, his tail swishing uneasily.
]
worlds: (trying really hard to be happy damn it)

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes Ouni a while to read the message (literacy isn't exactly his strong suit), before he looks up to meet the man's eyes, his expression blank.]

nothing

[Which is clearly why he's, uh. Brooding out here.]
lilithsoul: (01)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-13 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[While Rei didn't understand sign language, at least not proper sign language, she was part of a paramilitary organization. Basic hand signals like those were things that she could translate into something intelligible. Some of that was 'lost in translation,' but she definitely got the 'stop' part of the command and the fact that he was going to try something.

She nodded once, looking at him carefully and waiting for him to take the next action. Her motions were as minimal as possible, to cope with the phantom sounds she was hearing in her head. Hopefully they were phantom sounds anyway.]
charliehorse: (cheeksuck)

The Place Inside

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-13 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Red dust had coated Charlie when he'd arrived in this place, so it had made sense to him that red dust would be the way out. He'd followed behind the little human, seeking comfort in the fact that someone else had come to the same conclusion.

His body is large enough that the effects of the dust don't overwhelm him as immediately as it does Sora. Charlie grabs him by the back of the collar and backs away from the dust one hoof at a time, dragging the little human if he would not walk himself.

He only manages to get half a metre before the dust is overwhelming him too.
]
poodlemom: (Gonna have to find our boy a new job)

[personal profile] poodlemom 2018-02-13 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
My random CR team did their assigned task and was told we could request an item/boon for the "next event" as a reward. Does that mean we should claim the item for use during this Intro Log or is it for the next Mod Event? Thanks!
imitationsoul: (If you explode)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-02-13 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's another one of these moments where Miach really really misses the figurative loss of her voice. A moment is truly destroyed by having to reach into your pocket, taking out a device and then speed typing a message, all while awkwardly holding a jar in your arms as well.

But beggars can't be choosers and if this is how communication had to work, then so be it. ]


If you're trying to poison people, you could do it a lot less suspiciously. Or do you just feel bad about throwing this stuff out for some reason?
worlds: ([casually ignores friend])

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[The effect is also lost by the fact that Ouni takes a while to read the message, because that's a tad too many words for someone of his (not exactly great) reading level.

Typing a response out isn't much faster. Communicating with these things is a pain.]


wouldn't need to poison you

[Take that as you will.]
lilithsoul: (01)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-13 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, the pale white skin and red eyes weren't unheard of, just really really rare. The blue hair, on the verge of white, was a little more unusual if someone didn't know about hair dye. She was certainly unusual by human standards.

When he began to clomp his way around her slowly, she kept her gaze levelly on him, her features very calm and without alarm or fear. There was a very distant curiosity, as he was like something out of a textbook on mythology, not something in the real world. However, with angels in her world the size of skyscrapers, strange things weren't necessarily strange.

So she kept watching him quietly, impassively, waiting to see what it was that he wanted.]
nishizono: (2 - IKie94O)

tetora nishizono | mpd psycho | open to all

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
put a sock on it
[ they took his guns.

logically - begrudgingly - he gets why. guns are incredible noisemakers, and deadly too; in a place where silence is valued there's no point in them existing or being in the possession of a stranger. still, he feels naked without them. he's never been so unarmed in his life, save for the one time that he would rather not remember. even his usual clothes have been taken too, along with his knives and the pieces of metal he keeps tucked around for just in case.

he gets why. he doesn't like it but he gets why.

when the device in his hand syncs up with another, he doesn't hesitate to tap out a message:
]

did they take your weapons too?

house 12 / residences in general
[ searching for a good place to stay turns out to be harder than he thought it'd be. not because he has to move quietly - that's his usual M.O., even before arriving on this videogame helltrip turned reality. no, the difficulty comes in realizing that his usual parameters for judging whether or not a place is occupied has been nulled - everything is quiet. no indoor noises to tip him off to an occupied room, no voices to tell him someone's rounding the corner, no car horns blaring and alerting him to a friendly neighborhood patrol.

everything is hushed to a creepy level that by the time he finds an empty garage, he's just glad he doesn't have to stab anyone out of a heightened sense of paranoia.

that, and he has nothing to stab with.

it doesn't mean he's alone, though. his device alerts him to a sync-up and tetora taps out a quiet but sincere message before he's even turning around:
]

dibs on the garage.
Edited 2018-02-13 00:41 (UTC)