bequiet: (Default)
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



iisupergirlii: (ooops did i do that?)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
He's really funny. Tell him Kara says hello if you don't mind.

[ she turns to face him then, still smiling but a little helpless as to what else she can do. ]

Sooooo if you need help moving any furniture into your room, I don't mind at all! Otherwise, I'm going to get back to the room, see if anyone else needs a hand.
iisupergirlii: (i'm touched)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Just a month, almost to the day.

[ huh. there could be a pattern there. Kara's going to have to remember to jot that down in her notes on her device later. ]

You don't have to call me "miss," by the way! "Kara" is fine. :)
worlds: (and then for a moment hope existed)

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Her lack of mercy isn't going to make him read any faster, alas.]

you were more convenient

[... He's honest, at least?]

[personal profile] criticality 2018-02-13 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's a little surprised to see her staring back so intently. Her expression is blank but he gets the distinct feeling that she watches everything like a hawk. It feels a little disarming to be caught in such a moment of unawareness by someone so young. He feels a little embarrassed about clocking out. There are clearly people here that could use some help.

He raises his right arm and gives a little wave.

Hello, there. ]
justbeingknife: (the f?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ This conversation kept getting weirder. ]

It's loud and crowded. But there's plenty of places to eat and stuff to do. Hell, you could probably visit one new shop in Kamurocho a day alone, and still have plenty to spare.

...Sorry to hear it. I ain't have a family, either. Well, 'cept for one person.
justbeingknife: (the f?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Actually...

[ ugh, what was he hesitating for ]

Listen, is it true? About those Sound Eaters?
morphogenia: (it's okay to get lost)

Kamala Khan | Marvel Comics

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-02-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Put a sock in it;

[The whole thing is a huge blow to her. She hasn't been a superhero long enough to prepare her for sudden drops into new worlds where she can help. Kamala feels like any kid would in her situation: overwhelmed, scared, and incredibly lonely. They had to take away things vital to her identity. She accepts that as best she can. It feels impossible not to be distraught by it and the absence of her family.

She looks more than a little lost while she takes in the people around her. It stays that way until she realizes she can't just be a scared kid all day. She needs a place to stay and figure out what to do next.]


House 6

[It takes a while to find a place to crash. Once she finds her little bit of space, Kamala does what anyone would do really and cries as quietly as she can with her head pressed up against her knees. Once the sadness has past, she's moving around to meet her new roommates with a pre-typed message.]

Sorry to barge in! I'm Kamala and I'd really like not to be homeless so can I stay?? Please??

[She has a puppy face lined up and everything.]

Wildcard;

[Kamala will be patrolling actively once she's gotten past the initial blues, her inbox is here, and she can also be found at the the hot dog party and fight club. If none of these work, let me know via PM or Plurk! I'm happy to work this out!]
iisupergirlii: (dawning horror)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara's smile falls, rather dramatically. ]

Truer than you can possibly imagine.
nishizono: (( clr ) 057)

also the eyeball cameras, officially. wild, i know.

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
could always take a look myself. for the record.

[ majima, though - that's a distinctly japanese name. he's not one to judge race or ethnicity based on looks alone - especially not when his eyes are a bright amber, the only gift given by his american original's genes - but names? names he'll take as they come. ]

tetora.

fancy meeting you in... wherever the fuck we are, because it's certainly not tokyo.
worlds: ([ominous foreshadowing])

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Admittedly, Ouni hasn't eaten in a while, but still, he doesn't make a move to take the apple, instead eying it warily as if Majima's done something to it.

...

Sorry, Majima. Nothing personal—while he doesn't seriously think it's poisoned or anything, his empirical evidence of strangers has left him uncertain when it comes to dealing with them in a non-hostile situation.]
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
a whole month
thats a long time to be away from home


[Unlike her, Zeno isn't thinking about patterns just yet. Mostly because she's the first person like him that he's run into.

When that second part comes across his screen he stares at it for a long minute. Is he committing her name to memory?

Wait, no. He's turning his head sideways.]


how did miss do that
you made a smiling face picture


[He is super excited about this little thing. Look at what you've done, Kara. Also he called her miss again.]
protettore: (Punch RockGroin)

Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA

[personal profile] protettore 2018-02-13 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
( PUT A SOCK IN IT )

[ Gladio follows the path of sand wherever it can take him, his strides long and slow, not the pace he's used to but it's what he'll have to work with in this new environment. He's mostly investigating, keeping track of details and locations, mindful to keep a wide enough berth between himself and others walking about. As he continues to wander, he eventually makes it upon house five where he's apparently been set up to shack in, except as he wanders through the house he starts to realize it's sort of lacking in a lot of free space.

Halfway through his searching he decides that this jumpsuit is definitely being more of a hassle than it's meant to be. Unzipping the front, Gladio shrugs out of the upper half and ties the sleeves around his waist. It's a startling sight if you're not prepared for it, some six foot six man packed with muscle and nothing but black tattoo inked all over the expanse of his back, down his arms and over his chest in the shape of an eagle. ]


( LIP-LOCKED )

[ He's got no clue what the festivities are for, seeing as Valentine's Day isn't exactly a thing in Eos. However if there's anything Gladio does know, it's that it's rude to decline hospitality, and if there's something worth celebrating to take your mind off of the depressing atmosphere in this place then he really can't blame these natives for getting a little in over their heads. The drink they've been passing around doesn't look like anything he's familiar with, but it's strong, and it seems to do the trick in getting people to relax.

Or from what he's seen so far, there's a lot more than just "relaxing" going on.

Just a little bit, he tells himself. Just enough for a light buzz. His tolerance is pretty damn good. And if it hits him too hard then... hey, if he can find a distraction in another person then that's perfectly fine by him.

Gladio's actions appear completely natural even in the haze of the strange liquid. His presence slides closer to people of interest, mostly women, and while he knows words are a forbidden gesture in this world it doesn't leave him without methods of flirtation. There may be a hand that settles upon a shoulder, a warm palm against their back, a coy smile as he wraps an arm around their waist and just tucks them tight against his side. ]


( ooc | characters 18+ for smut only, anyone younger than that will get the strong paternal instincts effect. open to both men and women. if you want to hash out how things go then hit me up through one of my contact methods! )

( WILDCARD )

[ Choose your own adventure and such. ]
clussy: ɪᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ɪᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜)

House 11

[personal profile] clussy 2018-02-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
(Eddie Kaspbrak did not know how to be silent. Even though the strangers of this town insinuated that his life depended on it, it was awfully hard to remember that without the brush of fear standing at his back, threatening him. That didn't mean he was reckless, of course. He wasn't so naive as to think that the town people weren't reasonably afraid of something. He did his best. But it was still a challenge.

Namely because life didn't exactly exist to be quiet.

When he had been assigned to the house, he just found the master bedroom and instantly claimed it as his own. It wasn't a selfish act exactly. He saw the master bathroom and automatically began to contemplate how many medical supplies he could get into the linen closet. Presently, he was trying to stock up on medical supplies, trying to stock supplies in general. He had been on his way out the door, a roughly made bag in his hands. But then when he opened that door and came nearly face to face with another boy, Eddie gave a sharp gasp of surprise.

The bag fell from his hand and landed with a dull thump on the ground. Eddie's hands had slapped up over his mouth as if to swallow down the sound he had already made. His heart was pumping at the back of his throat, and Lord.

It was so much easier to want to scream in a quiet world where surprises felt so much bigger. Even if they were only children.

Eddie slowly lowers his hands from his mouth, his breathing coming out in rushed wheezes. He doesn't look away at all, not sure who this was, what he wanted. Poor kid forgot that he wasn't going to be the only one showing up at this house.)
Edited (my ass forgot) 2018-02-13 01:27 (UTC)
whists: (pic#11441327)

Emily Kaldwin | Dishonored

[personal profile] whists 2018-02-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Put a Sock in It.

[The last time that she was in a world that was different, her dear Aunt Delilah had painted it. This - well, honestly, it doesn't feel so far off from the painting. It's like Dunwall and the Void have been put sewn together, but when she looks up at the sky, there's a distinctive lack of floating whales.

Strange how that weighs heavily on her chest, as if the Outsider's presence would have been at all welcoming right now. (But it would be, because he was familiar).

She'd just gotten home back, had just rescued her father, had been starting to put everything back together. And now this. It was almost funny. Almost. Dear, sweet Empress, without a throne or a crown or a royal protector. Again.

She glances back at the building she's just left, where the room pulled her out of - where? Home? Existence? Is any of this even real? Her lips part, but she thinks better of testing the idea that it's all a lie. Ghosts are not something she wants to play with if she doesn't have to just yet.

Emily waits outside of the building, wondering if perhaps Corvo will step outside. Anton. Hell, she'd take the imposter Meagan Foster. As she does, she carefully wraps her left hand in a bit of extra cloth she was able to swipe until her mark from the Outsider is covered.]


Liplocked.

[Emily isn't drinking. It's not that she doesn't drink. There were a few times before when she'd been so drunk, Wyman became four people. Or no people. She was young, and stupid, and she had hated her life a lot more then. She's not quite as reckless with alcohol now, not after Delilah and roaming Serkonos.

The problem right now is that, she has no idea what this is. It's nothing like any alcohol she's seen before, which is a fair assessment. She's never been here before.

The problem right now is, she's watching the natives and a few others take drinks and they're getting a little friskier. She doesn't trust the alcohol, but people watching is always a good time. So she'll just be here, hanging out by the fire, being really amused.]

[ooc: feel free to hit her up, you lushes ;)]


Wildcard.

[Hit Emily up for whatever! She's been assigned as a Hunter, so she'll probably be frequently hanging around in trees and killing things. Emily can also be found hanging around on roofs and scaling buildings at night. It's not weird. She's also in House 10, for any roomie shenanigans.]
Edited 2018-02-13 01:29 (UTC)
worlds: (trying really hard to be happy damn it)

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He isn't sure whether her not being a native helps or not—for now, both categories are filed under "people from the outside world" in his mind. He's never seen this many strangers (who aren't trying to kill him) in his life, and it's a tad overwhelming, even if he refuses to let it show.

Still, it's an innocent enough question. If she does want him dead, by any chance, it's not like knowing where he's supposed to live will make a huge difference at this point.]


nine
originalouryuu: (memories that hurt but are good)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[They haven't even gotten to the weirdest stuff yet.]

it sounds fun zeno would like to visit it
maybe mister can show zeno around then

zenos sorry to hear it too
did misters one person end up here too
justbeingknife: (attention)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't recommend it.

[ That had sounded to Majima like a threat, and while Tetora could be simply mouthing off, Majima didn't show his eye to anyone short of his sworn brother. ]

France. It's France.
iisupergirlii: (a hero standing before you)

house 6 but like... she doesn't live there...

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ through walls and the general distance between the fountain and house six, Kara can hear the crying. it's quiet, muffled somehow or another, but it breaks Kara's heart.

the red dust can wait. instead of following that, she follows the sound, until she's standing outside of a window. the sound is coming from inside house six.

it might be a little creepy, but Kara hopes her supersuit can explain some of the questions if and when Kamala sees her floating outside the window, trying to peek in and see what's wrong. ]
upsidedowncop: (Default)

B

[personal profile] upsidedowncop 2018-02-13 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Hopper debated on reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder, but refrained. He was unsure how the other would react and didn't want to have to defend himself and cause a scene.

He moved so that way he was in her eyesight and then pointed to his device in hand.]]

This area isn't safe. I'm willing to explore further if you want to explore as well. I advice not to do this alone.

[How did he know this area wasn't safe? He was only listening to his own gut. His instincts haven't steered him wrong. He was reminded of the Upside Down world and wasn't liking it one bit, but felt compelled to explore further.
justbeingknife: (what was that?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hard to fake that kind of break in the mood. ]

What if I wanted to see proof? They're 'too fast to see', right?
steal: (ahch-to sucks pass it on)

Rey | Ota

[personal profile] steal 2018-02-13 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
I. The Place Inside

[Rey's not the only one that heads in the direction the wind is blowing when the red dust settles in. She moves quickly and with purpose, ignoring the way her chest feels heavy with dust. Her breathing becomes heavier and more labored, but that too is paid little attention to. Without the cover of rain, any little sound is a potential death sentence. It's hard to keep that thought in the back of her mind, but her curiosity propels her forward with the others.

Further and further south she moves, until she reaches a point where she can go no further. Here, the dust is so thick it's difficult to see through it. It's covered her, head to toe, and she misses her goggles from Jakku. Eventually though, she's able to worm herself into a position to see the island. When her vision starts to pull she stumbles, about to collapse. Anyone nearby might want to grab her and get her in the water before the noise of her falling to the ground attracts some sound eaters.
]

II. Liplocked - (Open to 18 +, but most likely to just be friendship affection)

[There's a drink just sitting there, and Rey's curiosity leads her to trying whatever's inside the bottle. The natives are drinking it, so it's clearly safe. It's sweet and pleasant, so she downs the entire jar before setting it back into the dirt. Within minutes she's feeling a little strange, light headed and drawn in toward others. Her skin feels strangely warm, and as she's brushed past by someone she reaches out to grab their arm in an attempt to stop them. Her need to feel near to someone is almost overwhelming, to the point she feels like she might crawl out of her skin if she just stands here alone for much longer.

She's always been hungry to have human contact and feel wanted, but this is taking that to an extreme.
]
Edited 2018-02-13 01:39 (UTC)
justbeingknife: (attention)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Not hungry?

[ Whatever, he'd just leave it next to Ouni. ]

What's your name?
nishizono: (05 - xaZLaZ8)

[personal profile] nishizono 2018-02-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ tetora holds up both hands, the universal sign for backing off, but he does bridge the distance between them so he can just mouth words at the guy instead of tapping them out on a dust-gathering screen.
]

Didn't listen too well to the chick from the welcoming committee. Figured most of it was a load of bullshit.

They take all your shit too?
xochipilli_cursed: (Coyote scared)

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-02-13 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[With all the red sand Aaron was about to mistake this for being a guy and his pet horse. He's almost as surprised to see this guy is actually connected to his pet horse as this guy is to see him.

Wait, no, not connected. This guy is like half horse!

This is not going to be as easy as he thought, but Aaron's up for the challenge. If only he can convince this guy not to fight. He holds both hands up, palms out, and waves them as if suggest not to panic. Of course the big blade like claws at the ends of his fingers probably don't help.

Maybe Aaron should really learn this sign language everyone is doing one day. Today won't be that day.

He puts both hands around his own neck and fakes choking a moment before roughly swatting dust out of his fur around his head.

Charades was also not Aaron's game.]
norms: (pic#10936866)

[personal profile] norms 2018-02-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ At first, Egil doesn't even entirely acknowledge him because he's trying to shake off the grip on his wrist, but when he lets him go, it's then that he realizes... well, it's probably rude to stare. So, he only does it with a brief look before going back to typing. Not being able to talk is really difficult when he wants to have a quick conversation. ]

i'm new too
i wonder what they're really afraid of


[ It's not like he has seen the things they've talked about. ]