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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



compensate: (Audience Surrogate)

Nicolas Brown | Gangsta

[personal profile] compensate 2018-02-13 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
i. put a sock in it.

[ The permeating fog in his head, the heaviness in his limbs is like being dosed with downers. Things muddle, hands touching him, grabbing and pulling but Nic is too tired to make sense of it, too tired to protest and it takes until a finger presses to his lips that he reacts, primal and infuriated, reaching down to his blade -

It's gone.

He remembers Delico and Yang, and looking for the monster Erica had become. He remembers the feeling of his pill bottles in his pocket, the injector from Theo bouncing against his thigh. Despite the warning, unconsciously, he growls deep in his throat. Had someone gotten the drop on him? Had some pack of Hunters come, hoping to round up a few Tags to make them disappear?

He's visibly tense until they're led into the room with the woman and girl, any resolve to tear his way out of here gone in an instant. Once the explanation is over, once he agrees on the stipulation of getting back the Celebrer with a typed out explanation of 'I WILL DIE WITHOUT IT', and once the others give in as well - because the only way out is through, and he's not interested in staying here a moment longer - he steps outside... And turns to the closest person to him, making a gesture that may seem unfamiliar to those nearby. His left arm rests above his right arm, forming what are unmistakably horns with his index and pinky fingers, his right hand bunched underneath his left elbow as his fingers spread out quickly.]


  This is bullshit.  

[ Better sign back and fast, or he's gonna get irritated and repeat the gesture expectantly. ]

ii. liplocked.

[ After getting settled, Nic can't help but meander his way over to the fire though he has no intention of partaking in the festivities. The way the natives are behaving is more than enough to put him off when the drink is passed around, and he willingly offers it up to whoever's closest with a shrug. Go nuts, he doesn't drink alcohol even when it's not being passed around by strangers.

Instead, he is more than content enough to take a seat some ways away, and people watch in silence. If his eyes happen to linger on your beloved too long, well. He's always spoiling for a fight, anyway. ]


iii. house 10.

[ The house he's assigned to is nice, and he's not exactly picky now that he's got his pills again. They keep everything else, though, and it rankles, an old familiar sting of being viewed as untrustworthy, of lesser than human that Nic can only answer back with resignation. It's useless. When dealing with humans, it always is.

Instead of wallowing, he focuses on exploring the house once he's inside, not invading anyone's personal space beyond a cursory peer into a room to see if it's claimed. Maybe you catch him opening the door to your room, or maybe you wanna introduce yourself to the new guy setting up in the dining room with nothing more than a blanket and a pillow spread out on the floor. In any case, he's quick to turn around, like he knew you were there (weird, right?) and stare, face blank and emotionless.

What the hell do you want?? ]


iv. MAKE UP YOUR OWN

[ Nic will be found lurking on rooftops, lingering nearby if you've got food (because someone can't cook for squat), and doing that construction job he's pretty ok at. Also pimping his permissions one last time - this guy is deaf and heavily reliant on lipreading. ]
Edited 2018-02-13 02:34 (UTC)
impostersyndrome: (we were searching for Oz)

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | ota

[personal profile] impostersyndrome 2018-02-13 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
A: Put a Sock In It

[After hearing (rather, seeing) the opening spiel about the state of the world here, and milling about with the other new arrivals, Prompto agrees to the terms and makes his way out into the city. It's pretty different from where he came from; Insomnia, which true to its name never slept, was always full of light and sound. This place seems almost like it's dead, although he can certainly see people, shuffling along the stone paths on their way here or there.

He pauses, not sure where exactly he's supposed to be going. Housing has been mentioned, and a job, but he doesn't know if he's supposed to go there right away, or what. He looks around, searching for any sort of assistance, before his eyes catch someone's, and he raises a hand, trying to get them to stop, a friendly, crooked smile on his face.]


B: Liplocked

[Prompto is a bit suspicious of the red liquid, but the natives seem to be drinking it and not suffering any ill effects. Sure, they're getting a little more touchy, but alcohol does that, right? So maybe that's all this is - a weird alcohol. Prompto isn't much of a drinker, but after everything that's happened he thinks he could use it. And when in Altissia, do as the Altissians do, or something like that.

So he goes to the fountain, picks up one of the jars and takes a swig. It's doesn't taste too bad, though not really like any alcohol he's ever had. And he feels strange after drinking it. Looser, somehow. Well, that is like alcohol.

Yeah. This is probably fine.

After that, Prompto can't really stop himself getting... close to people. Arms around shoulders. Endeared shoulder pats. Attempted hair ruffles.

He's just trying to make friends. That's all.]

[[ooc: I'm going for more affection than lust here. Also if we threaded in the CR meme and you'd like to keep that, let me know!]]
morphogenia: (do you like to be praised by)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-02-13 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks a little bit awed. Supergirl does make quite an impression. That question makes her go red in the face even as she comes up with an honest answer.] Yes. Sorry! I know it must seem super lame, but I'm not really cut out for horror movie life. Or living by myself. Or losing all my family heirlooms and treasured items in one day. It's a lot. IDK why there aren't more people upset by this.
zom: (nn3a8xC)

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Is your name Zeno-san, then?
My name is Mitsuha.
I'm grateful for your help, Zeno-san...


[ she's internally wondering if he's just being polite and pretending like he didn't see anything, or if he really just doesn't care. either way, she is thankful that he's not making a big deal out of it. ]
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Pandora's box has been opened. The evil that's been unleashed can't be put back.

As each and every emote shows up, Zeno's eyes widen in excitment.]


that ones sad
then angry
theres lots of little facies in the writing box

zenos gonna try

:I

that ones eating
worlds: (arm muscles??)

ii

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Why is everyone here so weirdly friendly!!

Ouni hasn't drunk anything, and with the way people are behaving, he really doesn't plan on it, so with the flattest expression—]


no
zom: (UzrKVsS)

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ if mitsuha ever found that out about emily, she'd be envious. at times, she'd feel isolated because of her status as a shrine maiden and the mayor's daughter; her classmates would make fun of her for that, and she really only stuck around two of her closest friends at school.

so...the fact that this girl is (hopefully) willing to be her friend comes as somewhat of a relief. ]


Only a little sip.
I wanted to drink water, but I couldn't find any, and I was really thirsty... ;;

How about you? Are you feeling alright?
iisupergirlii: (saddergirl)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara's features soften and she nods sympathetically. ]

No, I totally get it. This place is scary! I think most people are putting on a brave face, but it won't last long. Is there anything I can do to help make all this [ she gestures to the bare room they're in. ] easier for you?
zom: (tumblr_inline_oz20rxoHiE1v99f9t_100)

i laughed

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ ehhh?! mitsuha is totally stunned by his response, but...the drink is making her not want to give up! sorry, ouni. (he does not deserve this) ]

Why not?
Is there something on my face?
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
just say zeno
its nice to meet you miss :D
zeno is always willing to help


[The whole situation is very strange and he's taking most of it in stride. Zeno isn't going to make that much of a fuss about it.]

did miss maybe drink one of the red jars laying around
iisupergirlii: (glee!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kara puts her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she silently laughs. ]

That's a good one!
worlds: ([casually ignores friend])

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't judge, okay......

Ouni has no idea how cold is "pretty cold", though based on his extremely limited knowledge of varying climates... well, what he's used to is probably warmer than average, so.]


fine. show me

[He'll make an attempt not to freeze to death.]
zom: (FpvP9vl)

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, okay. Zeno it is!

[ she is going to revert back to zeno-san honestly ]

Yes, but...
I had just a tiny bit of it...
Do you think that's what made me feel all funny? You didn't drink any, did you?
justbeingknife: (looking up)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hmm.

Well, it wasn't like Ouni was in danger or anything, and he didn't seem to want company. Also this was pretty much the end of Majima's stockpile of fucks to give for the day, he had a limited supply. ]


I'm in House Nine. You need anything, you can look me up if ya want.

[ He'd just leave the kid on his own for now. ]
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[It's good to see someone laugh, even if there's no actual sound to go along with it.]

zeno will be using that one a lot

:O

surprised facie


[He then proceeds to mimic it using his actual face.]
whists: (pic#11441711)

[personal profile] whists 2018-02-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't be, Mitsuha. Emily hates every second of it. Being an empress means knowing that she has so few true friends. The opportunity for any real people to trust was thrown out of the window when she was 10.

And while she is for sure the alcohol has something to do with the friendliness, Emily won't throw away an opportunity for some kind of connection. People are necessary.]


Don't drink anymore. You could end up being carried off by someone.

I've been worse.
justbeingknife: (the f?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nothing, actually. ]

I don't know. You said ya saw them kill, ain't there a chance they'll do it again?
worlds: (mmmmmm no)

i'm so sorry for him

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
not your face
iisupergirlii: (superhero pose)

A

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Kara was following the crowd, a bit mindless, fascinated with the red dust, but Jim was in her periphery too. He kept himself away from the rest of them, but he was headed to the same area - the shores that faced the most horrifying island Kara had seen. It was like the Eiffel Tower on steroids, and she hated it instantly. She knew what those things could do.

Jim goes to the bridge, and Kara can't help but reach out and grab his arm, a tight but not dangerously painful grip. She shakes her head at him. He doesn't want to get closer, trust her.

Besides, the dust was getting worse.
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[To be fair, he will probably continously call her miss - so....]

zeno did have a little and has been feeling more affection
maybe the drinks are love potions
justbeingknife: (smile)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-13 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hell yeah, it is. You can get drinks and food while you're at the bar, if ya want. But the main event is singin' your heart out!

[ whispers Majima loved karaoke ]

Too bad it looks like there ain't much of it around here.
zom: (tumblr_inline_oz20t1NYao1v99f9t_100)

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh no...emily... :( ]

I won't! I promise!
One sip already made me feel funny enough.

Do you think we should find some water?
zom: (tumblr_inline_oz22cimw0U1v99f9t_100)

don't be he's wonderful

[personal profile] zom 2018-02-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Then why?
(。•́︿•̀。)
worlds: (oh look people trying to kill us)

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[... Huh.

Visible surprise flickers across his face, because what... a coincidence... though Ouni really can't say that he'd have been more polite had he known he'd be living with the guy, because he absolutely would have not.

Unfortunately for Majima, this means he's probably going to go through his daily supply of fucks to give quickly.]

[personal profile] criticality 2018-02-13 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash watches her a little baffled as she walks towards him. Brave kid. He knows he looks like he's been through hell. Hair messy and missing significant limbs. Not the most easily approachable person. But he has been working on his dazzling smile for decades and he'd like to think that's what did it.

Now that she is in front of him he doesn't really know what to say. Or do. He relies so much on his mouth just spewing whatever he wants that now he's got to think of other ways to communicate.

He scratches the back of his head before deciding.

He points to her eyes. Then gives a thumbs up.

Cool eye colour! or at least that's what he hopes she'll take it as. ]