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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
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NAVIGATION



clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝)

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-15 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
(It's an expression Eddie's familiar enough. If they were closer, he might of offered some sort of comfort. Instead, he just tucks that information away.)

Oh yeah. I got a group of best friends, and when we're together, we're unstoppable. I think friendship has that kind of magic in it, you know?

(And a part of him does mean 'magic' pretty literally.)

I hope he shows up for you. Then you won't need to worry so much about the stuff you couldn't help back home.
iisupergirlii: (team superfriends)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-15 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not actually sure yet! I need to go see if the library has anything. The one where I'm from had a movie collection, so hopefully there's a few here!

Have you picked out a room yet?
justbeingknife: (ha!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima shrugged, face wry. What were the chances? ]

Well, if ya ever do see him -- he's taller than me, and twice as ripped. Oh, and his mug's twice as scary, too.

Name's Taiga Saejima.
Edited 2018-02-15 03:42 (UTC)
a2brutus: (016)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-02-15 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[9S is caught in the crossfire as it were. A2 doesn't particularly have any feelings other than protection for him, but the red drink adds to that. It adds new ones in her systems that she's sure 2B wouldn't appreciate.

But 2B isn't here. And the feelings are exacerbated by the memories of 2B that she holds in her system.

It doesn't take much for A2 to more or less press 9S against the wall and aggressively start making out with him.
]
Edited 2018-02-15 03:58 (UTC)
beeped: (🎈 Cᴜs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ)

[personal profile] beeped 2018-02-15 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Immediately, Richie wraps his arms around Eddie and holds him in a tight hug, spinning him as much as he can. There aren't words enough to express how relieved he is that Eddie is here with him, and there's something more. There's an intense feelings, like butterflies in his stomach, threatening to burst.

When he smiles at Eddie, it's with a smile so broad that his cheeks hurt.]


But you didn't. [Which is obvious, but whatever. He's just thrilled to be hugging his best friend right now.]
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎)

this is the eggactly the kind of content i crave for tbqh

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-15 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
(The lovedrunk part of Eddie's addled mind was convinced that there wasn't a single place in the universe he'd rather be than exactly right here. It felt impossibly safe, and it reminded him a little of the magic that had slid between his friends when they held their bloody palms together and made their promises to one another.

When Jake responds to him, Eddie doesn't just hear it, but feels it. Something washes over him, and it made his eyes open wide with some disquieted wonder. At first, he thought maybe it was his own mind playing tricks on him. The way it did whenever he could hear his mother as clearly as if she were standing right there behind him. When had he fallen off the tracks so badly that he now just heard a boy's voice loud and clearly in his head?

But no, it wasn't quite the same as when he heard his mother. That usually came with an immense feeling of guilt and shame, of fear. When he hears Jake's voice, it just makes something warm melt through him, something that intensifies the feelings already skyrocketing from the juice.

He doesn't speak back. He doesn't quite understand, but Eddie leans back, his eyes sweeping up to meet Jake's. He doesn't let go, just lets his hands settle on Jake's shoulders instead as he contemplates the other boy. His mouth opens, as if to speak, and then he slowly shuts it.

There's a sense he gets then. Something Jake doesn't have to tell him. Something Eddie just seems to understand right then. And that is that he could probably talk back.)


(....Jake? How are you...? Can you hear me too?)
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝?)

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-15 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus. He wouldn't do anything to me would he?

(Eddie doesn't...want to make assumptions here.)
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚜)

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-15 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't been to the library yet. I probably should. God knows I'll need to entertain my one friend before he fucks something up irreversibly.

(He- forgets to watch his mouth. Whoops.)

Yeah. I got the master room. I'm trying to stock the bathroom with medical stuff. I'm learning to be a medic! Or. Trying to anyway.
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎)

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-15 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
(Eddie is a little angry that he can't be vocal. Being spun around has his body shaking with quiet laughter. His feet tap around to let them spin a little more successfully.

He leans back from the hug, though doesn't break it, to look at Richie.)


Nope. I didn't.

(Except a few of the natives were starting to look over at the soft whispering. Eddie bites his lip, not wanting them to get into any trouble. He slides away from Richie, but grabs his hand instantly, sliding their fingers together. He nods his head for Richie to follow him. They might as well go somewhere they could be alone so they could hang out more freely.)
justbeingknife: (...ha!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-15 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima shook his head, accompanying the gesture with a wave of his hand for good measure. ]

Nahhh, he just looks like a big ol' bear. Wouldn't hit a kid, 'less maybe it was one of them punkass gangster types looking to pick a fight.

You know, the ones who like to hassle girls or tool around with knives.
justbeingknife: (wtf)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Fuwa-chan?

[ Majima's hand was out before he could really absorb this. ]

That's an awful cute name.

[ wait

was this carpet a girl...?? ]
impostersyndrome: (days when)

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2018-02-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
around here? nah.

[Even back home, they would usually be camped out by this time of night. Sitting under the stars, playing cards or phone games and swapping stories until they were too tired to stay up any longer. This isn't so different.]

do you have important stuff to do?
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜)

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
I don't look like a punkass gangster type, do I?

(Oh, Eddie. You wore matching pastels. Granted, they took away his clothes, but the kid's hair was styled neatly. Not a lick of him screamed any sort of-...

But alas, he doesn't know anything about Japanese culture so as if he wanted to make assumptions.)


Don't most boys hassle girls?
waystation: (♜ he lied in every word)

A

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-15 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[For the most part, Jake has kept out from underfoot, leaving the intimate parts of the gathering to the adults. He's not much in the mindset for fun and revelry, besides; his head aches from too much information, and his back and shoulders ache from carrying supplies into his house for the better part of an afternoon.

But when he spies the man, curiosity gets the better of him and he approaches in his blue jumpsuit, holding out a message for him to see on his device while pointing at the notebook.]


Hey. Can I ask where you got that?

[Maybe there's someplace he can get something similar without having to scrounge for it. He has a feeling he's going to want drawing paper and a pencil before too long.]
waystation: (♜ one stiff blind horse)

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-15 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[As he sidles over a little to make room for her, he smiles again. It's faint, but it's there. Doing his best to be conciliatory. He imagines a full-grown adult trying to climb a creaking set of stairs or scale a fence without their size or weight causing a sound--everybody has it rough, not just him.]

Since this morning. Same with you?

[He's pointing at her jumpsuit.]
impostersyndrome: (and on most of the days)

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2018-02-15 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
not the party type, huh?

[He definitely doesn't seem like the kind. Thanks to the effects of the drink, Prompto doesn't really consider that maybe being essentially kidnapped would also be a problem. Those kinds of concerns seem far away at the moment.]

I never really was either. [Despite... this.] me and my buddy Noct usually skipped the parties. we hung out and played video games at his place.
gimmesometassel: (Chivalry Lives--In A Rug?)

[personal profile] gimmesometassel 2018-02-15 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Naruto thought of it.

[Because a guy named Fishcake apparently inherited his parents' godawful naming skills. Seriously, what the hell, Minato? Or should Jiraiya be held responsible for this crime against good taste? Still, if Majima wants to think of him as a girl, Fuwa-chan wouldn't object. Have an enthusiastic shake, even if the grip is a little weak. What can you expect, with soft cloth instead of muscle?]
lilithsoul: (03)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-15 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[A nod, again. It was logical, though there was no way to tell if there were even people who had arrived like them before. It was a safe assumption, and the people talking seemed to indicate it, but 'believe it when you see it' came to mind for her.]

Patience. [One thing she was sure of. These answers weren't going to just reveal themselves.]
impostersyndrome: (we were reaching)

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2018-02-15 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
yeah, pretty sure I would break something just trying

[Compared to Gladio, Prompto is just a twig. He's pretty sure that if he wanted to, Gladio could break him in half between his thumb and forefinger. Luckily, he's never given him reason to try.]

anyway, did you just get here?

[If Gladio is about to tell him he's been missing for a month, too, Prompto is going to be convinced he's crazy.]
deadboywalking: ([:)] forreal?)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-15 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[For the first time, Will smiles genuinely, a soft, earnest expression.] i met kara. she's really nice.

it's okay, it's really small. it's in indiana. there's not much that happens there.

are you from someplace bigger?
deadboywalking: (Default)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-15 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The practical part of Will's brain is probably relieved that Eddie isn't a tiny serial killer. Just a quiet, smiling kid with very bright eyes and very warm hands. Will can't honestly remember the last time he held someone's hand -- at least, not out of fear or anxiety or loneliness. Just to hold it.

He obligingly sits, scrunching his nose at the scent of the flowers, then reaching with his free hand to touch one. He's sort of surprised that something so nice and pretty exists here. He'll carefully pluck one of the petals and almost absently set it onto Eddie's head. There we go, new friend, you get a petal.
]
deadboywalking: ([:o] que?)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-15 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Will squints upwards, like he's trying to discern if Prompto is kidding.]

no. i'm 13. [Implying, therefore, that kids don't have important things to do. Just...kid things.]
deadboywalking: ([:(] alone in a crowd)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-15 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Will's frown softens into a look of genuine sympathy.]

i'm sorry. that really sucks.
deadboywalking: ([:(] different)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-15 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Will looks up at her for a long, searching moment. Then he manages a very very faint smile. A promise is a sacred thing when you're a kid, after all. If she promises, it must be true, right?

So, onto his next question, typed slowly and accompanied with a silently pleading look:
] then can i go home? please?
rockypath: (look at my face)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-02-15 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes Faith a moment to figure out what's going on, still peppering kisses along Kara's collar bone when she pulls away. But then there's a device in her face and she feels a sudden twisting and falling of her insides. She's still wants to keep going, that desire hard to argue with, but now that desire is being pushed back by a surge of anger.]

[Kara is obviously lying and Faith finds herself questioning everything. Maybe part of her knows the real reason she has to leave so sudden'y, but mostly she's feeling spurned. She doesn't want to show how hurt she is, or that she cares in the slightest, so instead of meeting Kara's eyes she looks down from the device to their laps, jaw clenching. It's a moment later when she slid off Kara. She's not even sure where her device had been dropped so she doesn't look to find it in order to answer back.]

[Whatever. She's fine. She'll find someone else to make out with. Or leave alone... and see to her own desires herself.]