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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



imitationsoul: (Don't try again)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2018-02-13 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miach has to resist tapping her foot impatiently during the wait period and to distract herself, she gives the liquid in the jar a cautious smell test. That she won't be drinking it is a given, her trust for any native-made beverages is zero, but hey... knowledge is knowledge.

Thankfully Ouni's return message is short so Miach can scan it in the blink of an eye and return to her own speed-typing. Mercy on the less literate is not exactly in her vocabulary. ]


True enough, if you wanted to murder this whole little gathering, a shout would do the job just fine.

Still, take care of your own garbage.
skyofreverie: (☆ Strength Of Heart ☆ Focused)

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-02-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though Sora didn't know any sign language, there had been a couple of times when speaking had been hard. Both in the sense that there was a language barrier and once because it physically hurt to talk. So he has learned to communicate with simple hand gestures - things that he's learned were universal signs no matter what world they came from.

Once he's gotten the okay from his partner-in-crime, Sora takes a single step back. The resounding CRUNCH sounds as if they're deep in a trench or a well as it echoes loudly. After the step is taken, he waits.

Waits for a creature to appear for what feels like forever but it never comes. A wave of relief passes through him but he can't let himself relax. So now Sora points to Rei and motions her to step back too. It may be slow-going but they could just get out of here alive.]
lilithsoul: (Default)

Sock in It

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-13 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Welp, that made two of them feeling precisely nothing in this moment. Only moments before, she had been detonating a bomb that had been on par with nuclear armaments on a colossal monstrosity. Now, she was standing here, being 'spoken' to with hand signals and words on a screen. It felt like a dream, or like another attempted invasion by one of the angels. Had Zeruel switched to a mental attack when she had done that?

It was not quite like the last time one had tried to establish contact, however. It was not trying to enter her mind, none of them were, so she remained calm and quiet. Staring directly back at Vash with eyes that blinked only as much as necessary, she showed no expressions, her face close to a blank mask. She could have been staring through him for all it appeared, though she seemed to be looking him directly in the eye.]
justbeingknife: (attention)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima took the device back with a raised eyebrow. Look at you, buddy, handing it back like a polite human being. SMRT. ]

Thanks.

The future's here faster than I thought.


[ He was only 24 and he was already talking like an old man ]
iisupergirlii: (content)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ as Kara leads him outdoors, she puts a finger to her lips. no talking outside of the rooms - and not just any rooms. only these particular rooms. ]

It's nice to meet you. We can talk out loud in the Town Hall on Sundays, by the way. It's allowed.

[ she figures it's probably best to be a little reassured up front, to know that the silent isolation isn't always a thing.

she brings him to house nine, stares up at her old house, at the chimney she cleaned and barely got to ever fly out of. she sighs, gestures to the door. ]


This is it. I think most of my housemates are still here? You should meet Mike. He's a great kid. What room did you get?
Edited 2018-02-13 00:54 (UTC)
justbeingknife: (attention)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ The what?

The who?

Talking to Zeno was kind of confusing but you know what, he'd roll with it. Maybe his family had been poor or something...? ]


Yeah? I'm from Tokyo. A continent away from this one.
Can't exactly say I've traveled 'far and wide', but I've been around Kanto and Kansai.

Your folks ain't make it here with ya?
skyofreverie: (☆ Couldn't Stop It ☆ Horror)

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-02-13 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Sora had been glad for the company when wandering into a new unknown situation - especially one where it was generally dangerous and not just on occasion. Having someone else with him would be a strong reminder to keep as quiet as possible so as not to risk their life.

What he doesn't expect is to grabbed by the back of his red jumpsuit and dragged backwards - almost letting out a surprised yell but stops himself by clamping a hand over his mouth. The hoofsteps are only drowned out by the way his feet drag across the sand.

Then everything stops. The sounds, the dragging as the centaur himself is consumed by the red dust. Nothing comes for them. Sora's mind races alongside his speeding heart.

The dust.

Everything started once they were coated in the dust. He reaches into his pocket where he's kept a bottle of water (always be prepared was something he learned from his time in the Facility) and uncaps it. Sora shifts just a little so that he can proceed to throw the contents at the centaur. It may not be perfect but perhaps it'll be enough.]
nishizono: (( clr ) 058)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ though makes none of the noise, tetora's face makes the motions of a snort. jeez, grandpa. ]

it's just a smartphone. you'll get the hang of it after a while.

[ and then, with a quick tap to the eye and a nod, tetora shatters whatever facsimile of politeness he's carrying. ]

what happened to you?
iisupergirlii: (inconceivable!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara glances down at her own outfit. maybe she should have worn her jumpsuit, just on the arrival day at least. less confusing that way. ]

It's nice to meet you, Zeno! Clothes are... hard to find here. After some time, you might start seeing your old clothes pop up again, either in your room or by the fountain is a good spot to look. We're not sure yet how it happens or why, though.
justbeingknife: (?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Room 3.

[ Away from the others, separate from the master suite -- the way Majima liked it, honestly. He wasn't exactly a sound sleeper, and at least this way he was less likely to keep anyone else up.

He glanced over at her, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. ]


...They got kids out on their own here?

[ that seemed like... kind of... dangerous....... ]
iisupergirlii: (you are in so much trouble)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara's corralled Bill O'Reilly, and he called her charming after. Sure, it made her skin crawl, but she can do this. ]

You're probably confused. I'm not a native of Reims. I showed up here a month ago. I just thought I'd... offer you guys a hand! The natives are nice,
but they're very nervous.

What house are you in?
justbeingknife: (from above)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima regarded Ouni for a moment, then reached into his jumpsuit and pulled out a fruit: an apple, snagged from the pool since they were apparently allowed one fruit a day. ]

Eat this.

It'll make ya feel better.
lilithsoul: (03)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-13 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[The direction was simple enough to follow, and she complied quickly, though the actual step had a painstaking slowness that didn't fit the urgency of their situation. She could tell if she heard anything when he stepped, but when she did it was a drastic shift, and all of the sounds that she heard were so thunderous that she wasn't sure what was really going on.

Rei didn't look confused, but as she finished that step, her lips thinned into a line, trying to deduce what was going on. No monsters, no noise eaters. She tested a second step and paused there, eyes scanning around before returning to Sora, the hellish sounds making this so much worse.

It almost didn't matter if they were real. She wouldn't know if she made any actual sounds right now, would she? That was just as dangerous.]
justbeingknife: (yeah right)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Freak dentistry accident.

[ This was obviously a lie, right. Probably.

Majima didn't seem pissed off or anything; he got a billion comments about his eye and he'd simply gotten used to having half his world gone after a while.

Then he reconsidered. Tetora had helped him, after all, so: ]


I wouldn't apologize.
iisupergirlii: (in flight movie)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ she gestures to the supersuit. come on, they don't have time for this. she wants to claw at her neck, try to scratch the dust out. She wants to cough, but she's finding it hard to even open her mouth, her lips tacky, the red dust sticking them together.

That's... worrying.

Look, she doesn't have the energy to type out an explanation, and normally she gives people warning before just flying off with them, but sometimes you just can't. so, instead, Kara pushes herself off the ground and wraps her arms around him as far as she can reach, picking Charlie up too and pulling him up into the air.

Thankfully, the air above the shore is clearer, free of the dust, mist from the clouds dampening Kara's face, and she doesn't feel free, but she's beginning to feel better. Thank Rao. Hopefully her new passenger is too. ]
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[personal profile] flyguy 2018-02-13 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Can characters look into the charming stranger/interrogate them about what's going on? Since Tony hit the lottery here it'd def remind him of Loki's thrall.
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[personal profile] flyguy 2018-02-13 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
House One: /pees on deck to mark territory
[There is a growing pile of carpets, tools, paintings, dry wall— if it can be used to soundproof it's showing up outside of the deck of house one. Appliances and hardware that might potentially be useful in the future are scattered here and there like markers. And car batteries. So many car batteries. Tony himself has the sleeves of his most-definitely-not-the-tailored-five-figure-suit-he-arrived-in jumpsuit rolled up despite the temperature. It's not particularly a walk in the park to do this silently. The restriction is, in fact, making this take five times longer than it should. The temptation to say screw it and go sulk in the reset room with a pair of pliers and a coffee maker until he can finish a sound dampener is high.

And he would if he hadn't been locked away for several days starving and dehydrated in it. Bad memories. He'll keep his distance.

If you're passing by through his maze of junk, good luck. Try not to get in the way when he inevitably arrives lugging some new sacrifice to the growing dump. And yes, if you make it far enough through his stuff that is a media case stocked with alcohol. He is, but a mortal man.]


Liplocked: this can in no way go poorly
[Tony's been sitting on an overturned box a ways from the fire. Nursing a drink, not being particularly sociable, but he's not hiding in a dark doorway either. He's been people watching mostly. And rolling his eyes at the increasingly explicit PDA going on.

The real story of the evening though is one of the new arrivals. It grows more blatant over the course of the evening something's up. Half the population present can't take their eyes off the stranger and puerile fights are breaking out over the merest flick of apparently captivating eyes. Tony wouldn't know what the attraction is. He just sees another displaced joe in an ill-fitting jumpsuit. The effect on everyone else, though. That's pretty familiar. Disturbingly so. Bad memories kind of disturbing.

As such halfway through the evening Tony stands up and approaches the stranger, grabbing them by the arm to keep them from walking away. Up comes his device to make up for the sign language he hasn't yet mastered:]

What are you doing to these people.

[There's an hard look to go with the demand. Probably wasn't the slickest move to do this in front of so many people vying for the stranger's affection. Hindsight....]


Roulette
Want something else throw it at me, no plotting needed. I'll roll! Tony will be drinking the MysteryJuice™ a suitable distance away from the fire so that he's not first pickings if anything chooses to crash the party (safety first, kids). He's also unaffected by the stranger if someone needs/wants the spell broken (though heads up he'll be a complete ass first before he touches anyone :, ) last resorts).
Edited 2018-02-13 03:00 (UTC)
iisupergirlii: (well...... ok)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ what the heck, the rooms had numbers now? a lot changes in a month! then again, Kara hadn't gotten an actual bedroom, so maybe they were always like that. who knows. she shrugs. ]

They do. A few, actually, and I think I saw some more with your group of arrivals. I'm not sure how or why this is happening to kids of all people.
nishizono: (p0700121)

things to google: parts of an eyeball

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
wasn't gonna say sorry, either.

[ it's honest enough, despite the bald-faced lie he's been given. tetora won't push; what he will do is pull on the skin under his right eye. from this distance, the lettering looks like a black scar, or some permanent discoloration on the sclera.

eye for an eye, quite literally.
]

thought maybe you were the same as me. would've been a problem if you were.
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[If he realizes that he's confusing this man, Zeno doesn't show it. He has an odd way of speaking but isn't particularly inclined to change that now. Or maybe it's just the strange magic word box that was making the translation seem weird.]

zeno has never heard of tokyo
is it nice

zenos folks
no no zenos parents died a long time ago


[About two thousand years from his own point of view.]

zeno was on his own for a while
then found his dragon brothers

Sock it

[personal profile] criticality 2018-02-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Vash has been very agreeable this entire time, allowing these people to move him around, dress him, and show him how to use this new device. He's smiling a little vacantly, but nodding along to let them know he understands what they are trying to say. It isn't until this strange creature starts speaking out loud that Vash realizes that the unnatural quiet up until now had been weigh down on him. He had only been here a few moments but the look of distress on the Locals faces was enough to jolt Vash out of his shock. This could potential end in disaster if what they were saying was true.

He rushes forward waving his right arm around in a friendly greeting, before putting his finger over his own lips.

Shhh.

Vash knows he probably looks like a mess right but the more unthreatening and assuming he looks the better for this entire situation.
justbeingknife: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=1873928 (...!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima's grimace probably conveyed more succinctly than words what he thought about this. Jfc, at least they could abduct adults... you know. Whoever was doing this. ]

Mike, ya said? I'll give it a try. Dunno how well it'll go, though.
iisupergirlii: (rum makes me sleepy)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's night, and Kara's head is throbbing. after... whatever that was that she drank and however it was that she acted, she just wants to fall face-first into her own bed. screw it, she won't even change out of her supersuit. close to her house, though, there's a rustle of leaves - so quiet that if Kara didn't have super hearing, she probably wouldn't have heard it at all.

x-ray tells her there's a girl up there, young but not as young as Mike and his friends at least. Kara doesn't recognize her. is she a new arrival? The jumpsuit's telling, but shouldn't she at least know where her house is by now?

with a sigh, Kara floats up off the ground, between the branches, and appears maybe a little too suddenly next to the girl, floating there and pushing the leaves away from her face. the light of her device is bright when she holds it out. ]


Do you need help finding a bed or something?
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[It's fine! He is even glad to see that not everyone has these strange clothes. Surely Zeno won't be the only one.

While he isn't exactly interested in getting his own clothes back, there is a medallion amongst his things that is incredibly important to him.]


are they
zeno will have to take good care of these clothes then


[Though that won't exactly stop him from running into burning buildings or other cloth-ruining, life-saving situations.]

how long has miss been here
justbeingknife: (hmm?)

oh right I forgot about the eyeball tattoos

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that is a Thing. Majima wasn't going to take off his eyepatch, though. That was one step too far in the sharing with strangers department. ]

Then you can rest easy. If I had some crazy eyeball tattoo, I'd probably pick somethin' that didn't involve callin' everyone's attention to the side it was on.

Name's Majima.