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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



deadboywalking: ([:|] lab rat)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-22 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The question gets a barely audible exhale, half a gasp, half a laugh, and Will gestures short and quick at the general surroundings. Everything. Everything's wrong, see? The movement has the sleeve of his jumpsuit falling back, and he can see on himself, for the first time, the marks left from the clothesline back home, red and bright around his wrists.

Funny. He can't remember that. He must've been tied up, must've had to have been, for his own safety. He doesn't have the hospital gown he arrived in, but the bruises are still there.

Will drops his hand, tucks in on himself again and runs his fingers through his hair once. Twice. Trying to focus on the simple gesture to calm himself.
]
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-22 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
zeno just wants to make sure mister had all the options
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-22 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He would never, ever think that about her - not even when the whole world spins around him into nothing. Not when he's forgotten how long he has existed or forgotten faces of people he cared about. Zeno will always remember that she loved him and how her beautiful light has touched his life.

While he may be grateful for this second chance to be with her, Zeno will also worry about her. Constantly.

A hand trails up and down her back soothingly.]


I'm always with you. [Even if maybe not physically. There's something else though.] We should find a doctor. This place is different from Kouka so there might be something that can help Kaya.
justbeingknife: (leaning forward)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-22 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Majima sighed. ]

Alright. If that's all of 'em, I'll stick with the one I got now.

Let's not make things any worse.
originalouryuu: (Default)

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-22 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Zeno has never loved someone as much as he loves Kaya - at least not yet. The love he feels for Hiryuu and his first dragon brothers, the one he has for Yona, Hak, Yoon and his dragon brothers now is different. Maybe someday he'll love someone else like that.]

zeno knows it doesnt seem like hed marry anyone

[Especially considering how childish he tends to act around their group. Even most of the people here won't believe it either.]

zeno wont try to change how ryokuryuu feels
just try to make it better sometimes


[Jae-Ha is entitled to his feelings and Zeno has no right to change that. All anyone of them can ever do is make happy moments to lighten the load every once in a while.]

zeno wonders if ouryuus immortality can win against the monsters
porkbelly: all icons by me from official art (pigs can't swim)

[personal profile] porkbelly 2018-02-22 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Yuuri is all smiles at the hug, nuzzling his face against whatever part of Reigen is closest and taking in his scent. Two people being intimate was nice, so three had to be even nicer! That was what his body was telling him right now. Touching was nice. Warmth was nice. Everything was so... nice!]
thatsruff: (Speak)

[personal profile] thatsruff 2018-02-22 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Teddy's eyes close at the gentle touch from the human. He presses into the small hand and accepts the touch. With his thick warm fur he doesn't feel the cold, and he has come to accept that touching him is a thing that seems to calm many of the humans in the city.

When he opens his eyes again he crawls a little closer and carefully sits up, resting his chin on Will's knee this time. He smells upset, and Teddy is hard coded to helping humans in any way he can. He hopes this is helping.]
thatsruff: (Shake)

[personal profile] thatsruff 2018-02-22 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Teddy pads carefully into the building and shifts into his on duty mindset. Nose to the air, he disappears between the stacks without looking back, covering the entire lower floor from one side to the other to check for threats or uneasy scents in the air. He finds nothing but dust, leather, glue and traces of mouse. Nothing dangerous to his handler.

His task complete he seeks Kylo Ren out once more, and takes a seat beside his leg, his head tilting up to acknowledge the man before his attention is back on the interior of the building. He makes sure he is facing the opposite direction of his handler, determined to keep him safe while he continues whatever tasks brought him to this place of strange shelved items.

Books were not something often seen where he came from, and Teddy's education had all been neural, digital, or interactive. He could read, but his reading had always been screens and signs, not books with pages no canine could hope to turn with any reliability.]
deadboywalking: ([:o] que?)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-22 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Will watches intently, face scrunched in concentration. It's not...too complex. Sort of like a weird video game. He slowly takes his own device and, very carefully, takes a photo of the floor. True art.]

weiiiiiird.
waystation: (♜ now mere earth desperate and done)

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-22 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[--Oh. Jake almost laughs. It's surprising. Today his mom is still dead and he's just found he's surrounded by killer monsters that hunt by sound--and Eddie makes him want to laugh.]

He's older. Way older.

[Way older than the difference in years between he and Eddie, even, thanks to the way time has gone wonky in Mid-World. Jake flashes a smile at the thought of Roland as a kid. He was probably a serious guy back then, too.

Maybe Eddie wouldn't like it there--in Mid-World, that is, with all its danger and brokenness. Jake has to think anyone with a life worth living and better prospects on the table wouldn't like it there. It's a dying world, more affected by the Dark Tower's weakening than Earth (and maybe this version of Earth they're in now is affected, too; it's a possibility he's kept alight in the back of his mind), but Jake can't imagine settling anywhere else.

It's fine, when his old life's already dead. Still, he gets the sentiment.]


Okay. You can do the same--just walk in if you have to. We'll have to get used to not knocking. And whispering. [And suppressing the urge to laugh, he guesses.] What's in the rest of the house?
Edited 2018-02-22 06:17 (UTC)
deadboywalking: ([:(] tfw mom calls u out on ur shit)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-02-22 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Will had a dog, back home. Chester. He was smaller and fluffier and he ate stuff off the counters and snored, and Will loved him. But it was too much time and money to take care of him once Will started needing to go to the hospital every other week.

So it's been a while since Will's been around a dog. Still, he remembers, fingers slowly moving to scritch at the base of this dog's ears, burying into the fluff of his neck and down under his chin. Will's still shivering all over, but his breathing is evening out with every second.
]
dryeyes: then all you have to deal with is dream problems (the best alternative to fixing problems)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-02-22 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[That doesn't even merit a "no" being signed out, his expression should convey it clearly enough. He pauses, typing into the device, longer than a normal response would be, before holding it up.]

• Find a safe way to investigate the sound eaters.
• Work on repairs and maintain the security of town.
• Search the outside reaches of the town, establish further borders.
• Train, maintain, and master your own skills.
• Assist in foraging, gardening, or otherwise providing food.

Choose whatever you're best at. Until we confront our enemies, we need to survive.
compensate: (ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ.)

[personal profile] compensate 2018-02-22 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nicolas is used to feeling eyes on him, despite preferring silence as a conversation starter and avoiding being the center of attention. Ergastulum was like that, a place where you could fade into obscurity among the side streets and alleys but the second you stepped out of turn, came into contact with predominantly human areas or cocky high levels looking to throw their weight around, they made it clear you didn't belong.

This place isn't anything like that, he's pretty sure the words 'Tagged' or 'Twilight' don't mean shit to the people here. The residents had confiscated his dog tags and no remark was made, no vitriol spewed. To them, he was just like everyone else - assumed human, until proven otherwise. Still, it's instinctive to keep a watch when someone stares too long, to prepare himself for the worst.

It takes him longer than he'd care to admit to notice - about a minute - as he tries to absorb himself in the task of repairing the shitty place he's taken up as residence without making any sound. Tougher than he'd care to admit, considering he can't hear a thing, but he makes a point of keeping one hand on any materials he touches to feel for vibrations and go slowly. Still, when he turns, rubbing sweat from his eyes with the back of a hand, it's hard not to notice the stare of someone who isn't completely there focused on him. It's harder not to instinctively reach for his tags, where they should be around his neck, to flash them from across the way.

He takes the time to make a quick assessment - weird dye job, a towel on his lap, lanky, one armed with a look he's seen a thousand times - before crossing the street, no rush, no real need to.

By the time he's made his way over, the guy has snapped out of it and is pretending not to see him (also familiar, and it chafes his nerves just as much). Still, Nic just can't help but reach out his left hand, making a gesture like he's about to snap his fingers an inch away from this guy's ear - until he thinks better of it, and instead waves a large hand just in front of his nose.

The fuck you lookin' at, dude? ]
justbeingknife: (looking up)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-22 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Right? There ain't a real shutter button, and that throws me off.

But you don't have to pay for film. Fact, as far as I can tell, you can take as many pictures as ya want. So that's somethin'.
waystation: (♜ that harrow fit to reel)

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-22 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
( Swear? )

[He holds Eddie's gaze, self-consciously aware he's maybe making it more of a thing than it needs to be, but pressing on the point all the same. It's a stupid and childish thing to say, and he's long past the point of believing in promises that can't be kept, but he wants Eddie to try. Specifically, he doesn't want Eddie trying to get killed for him.

(Is he worth so much sacrifice?)

A little PDA isn't what makes him wake up in a cold sweat at night, and proof is provided by way of nudging Eddie with his arm. Quit it with those apologies, man.]


( Why would I? ) [He smiles a little.] ( I meant the mood change was weird. Maybe it's supposed to be light--they probably don't want you gagging over the really hard stuff. )
waystation: (♜ that way he used)

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-22 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Should he take the thought they think he's old enough to handle his liquor as a compliment, or be worried? There's so much left to learn about these people...

Lucas does nothing to cure him of his earlier embarrassment. Although not often a child to fret about his appearance, Jake's not so far removed from the self-consciousness of youth that someone pointing out his messy hair doesn't fluster him further; his hand flies to his head at once, then he looks embarrassed for the reaction. And then even more embarrassed for being embarrassed. All of this plays out in rapid blinks and a twisting of lips.

It's different with a man, somehow. He'd only known the man through the distant lens of dreams, but he'd still grappled with the hope that Roland would like him, disappointment hot on its heels when he'd thought he hadn't, followed by more desperate hope than ever when Roland been there for him in the end. Before him it'd just been Lon for a long while--and if he smiled at Jake's dishevelment, it wouldn't have been kindly. Lucas is new and Jake's not sure how to peg him just yet. Giving him an excuse to duck the natives had been a nice gesture, if nothing else.]


Thanks.

[He'd like to think the other means what he says, and isn't just doing that thing adults do when they humor kids.]

Do you think they'd do that? Tamper with the food, I mean.
waystation: (♜ however he came there)

[personal profile] waystation 2018-02-22 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[A dog. Jake is still eleven at heart and at dog he gets that glimmer of particular interest animal-lovers get when something cute and furry is on the table. He'd rather not think about what would happen if a dog were to bark while chasing a ball in Reims.]

What's his name? Do you still have him?

We lived in an apartment that didn't allow dogs, so we couldn't get one.


[Lived. Also past tense.]
gaits: i found your panties and the lid to the nutella (on the bright side)

iv. this is super late (i'M HERE.... im here)

[personal profile] gaits 2018-02-22 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ david's been thirsty since he got here, but he isn't thirsty enough to trust drinks just sitting in the sand unattended. too many college parties and bad decisions before he met his wife have instilled in him an instinct to avoid that stuff as much as possible, so no, he's going to just find a seat and figure out what exactly he's supposed to do here, thanks.

obviously that doesn't work out quite as planned -- jealous people can be pretty touchy even when one is just passing through. someone shoulders past him hard enough to intercept a couple a few feet from him and david stumbles, catching himself a little less gracefully but at least he doesn't eat sand or worse, fall into the fire. he does, however, lowkey make an ass out of himself in front of a boy, so he's now two for two in his mission to completely embarrass himself in front of everyone. but if there's anything david is good at, it's making an ass out of himself for the benefit of everyone else, maybe this kid will get a kick out of it, who knows.

either way, he offers the boy a kind smile and a small, if slightly awkward wave. he doesn't approach just yet, not wanting to spook him, but he hopes his stance is at least open enough that it doesn't give him as much stranger danger vibes.
]
beguiledcard: (that never let him sit upon the top)

my un should be "purrsonafive" and urs should be "walkingspoilers" bc that's them together always

[personal profile] beguiledcard 2018-02-22 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ There’s a moment of worry… Even with the drink, even with knowing that it’s doing something to calm everyone down – or, in some cases, drive them into being more… open with sexual desires out in public…

Some part of Akira had expected Akechi to shove him away; he’d been bracing himself for that, so to have the opposite happen? He’s staring down at the ground, his eyes just a little widened. But all of that seemingly melts away as the older teen burrows his face into his neck. His expression softens a little more, his hand slowly lifting to briefly thread his fingers through those lighter locks…

… It reminds him a little of something his mom did when he was a kid, once.

Normally, thinking of his parents gives him a variety of negative feelings, but even that is different now. Heh… he should probably be concerned about that, and yet all his focus is how nice this feels. For once, Goro Akechi is leaning on him. Relying on him for comfort, instead of blaming him for everything…

… It’s okay to be selfish just this once… right?

Akira closes his eyes, leaning more against the opposite form, both arms now fully wrapped around Akechi. He pulls him closer, his head lowering until his forehead rests against his shoulder…

Just let me help you… ]
Edited 2018-02-22 09:26 (UTC)
iisupergirlii: (aaaaaggggh oh god)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-22 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Kara's eyes go wide when she reads the translation. Holy toledo, that's a little advanced for her. and a bit sobering of a revelation, THANKS 2B.]

Oh... wow! Well, that's one way to get out of wearing the jumpsuits here, huh? Haha!
charliehorse: (Default)

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-22 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Charlie looks at him askance for that, for as sweet as Eddie's intentions might be, he sounded like he was coming up with ways to get Charlie out of the house.

"How?" He crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm not even allowed to wear iron shoes, there's no way I could hammer a stables together. The only way's gluing and that'll take buckets of boiled hide to make enough."

That the natives must have found a way to erect silent constructions doesn't enter Charlie's little sulking mind just yet, not while he's jutting his jaw and being argumentative. He snorts.

"If we could build I'd just cut that back door high enough I could walk in without ducking. I'm not going to live in a rickety stables when I could have solid walls, little boy."
charliehorse: (scowling)

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-22 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Charlie's eyes narrow. People who've been around horses tend to be boons in his life, because they understand the importance of a good curry brush when he's paying for a brushing down, but right now he's in a temper and he's willing to take everything the wrong way.

"Been around horses, have you? Are you going to hobble me like one so I don't wander off?? Are you going to turn me into meat and glue?!" He's in a state and he's looking to put this person on their back foot, to make them scrabble and apologise so he can gain some control.
charliehorse: (innocent)

[personal profile] charliehorse 2018-02-22 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Charlie trots after her, glaring at anyone who brushes him as he slips through the crowd. His height lets him keep track of her at least.

He lets her climb, moving into arms reach just in case she topples over, and when she's balanced he comes in close to stare down at the screen.

He glances at her, making sure she's looking at him, points to the device and baps his fingers and thumb together, mimicking a mouth chattering.


How do I talk with this?]
swill: poppyapples.dw (ᴀ ᴄᴏᴢʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ)

[personal profile] swill 2018-02-22 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay but can he push his luck here? Because why the hell not and what the hell's the matter with you all is right on the tip of his tongue, and so is the unease that just comes from... standing next to this particular woman, okay, but

Okay, please don't go, he has one more--]


Wait, wait, what's your name?
353: (pic#11918796)

[personal profile] 353 2018-02-22 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Will, Hopper, Max - it seemed like more and more people from Hawkins were gradually showing up in this silent city. Why not Steve Harrington as well? Though he'd prefer Lucas, Dustin, Mr. Clarke, his mom, Jonathan, Will's mom, Nancy (he supposes)...

Okay, so there was a long list of people he preferred to be here over Steve, but he was still above Max. That counted for something, right?

Aaaand Steve looks like he's freaking out, which comes as no surprise to Mike. As dazed and confused as he is, he probably won't notice Mike approaching him from his side until he pulls on the sleeve of Steve's jumpsuit. For someone dating his older sister, they've never really talked one-on-one, so this was going to be... awkward, maybe? Who knows. ]


You look like shit. [ Seriously, Steve's hair was looking a little... flat. Maybe that's why he seemed so unnerved. ]