quietplacelogs | INTRO LOG #2

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the dark tower: jake chambers

INTRO LOG #2

INTRO LOG #2
Put a Sock in It
Content Warnings: Disorientation, memory loss, confusion
Themes: Arrival, survival, exploration, horror

You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.

Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits. By the time they’re through, you will have begun to come back to yourself.

A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.

Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, a child hugging her leg, and a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.

This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. You may ask one question and receive one answer.

Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in-between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message. Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid.

Now, you're to settle into your new home – with or without the help of those who have come before you.

The Place Inside
Content Warnings: Disorientation, hallucinations, body horror
Themes: Plot, exploration

Have you been to hell. And more importantly, have you been back. We all know this pain but are too scared to recall. This horror controls us, pulls at our strings to ensure how our life plays out. So, let me rephrase my question: have you been to Ile Lacrox. And more importantly, can you come back.

In the community, if you hear something you're not supposed to hear, you learn to look the other way. If you see something you're not supposed to see, you pretend it never happened. If you feel disappointed, you learn to never ask for more. So, through good times and bad, famine and feast, the natives held fast to their rules until one common day a sly wind blew in from the south...

That same red dust twists through the streets, curling up in faint, little plumes of familiarity. The farther south you go, the thicker it becomes. Those willing to explore far enough will find it coming from an island in the middle of the river. Once there, doting every available surface is the evidence of Sound Eater births, and the closer you are to the island, the harder it is to avoid being coated in red. Even if it's not rubbed into the skin, it doesn't take long for the effects to take over. Every sound is amplified. Your breaths are deafening, the slightest step echoes. But no Sound Eater attacks. Your vision blurs, and it's as if your mouth is sealing itself shut. Those you traveled with seem to be similarly affected, and you know you have to be quiet. Anyone who brought supplies with them might discover that a drink of water subdues the symptoms.

OOC: Only characters who entirely submerge themselves in water will be free of the dust effects. Just remember that noise will attract Sound Eaters.

Liplocked
Content Warnings: Violent tendencies, mind alteration
Themes: Love, romance, obsession, sex

The natives are of French origin, and with that comes a love of romance. Residents will find treats and valentines at their doors. That same night, there will be a small, red-glowing fire built near the fountain. There will be jars pressed into the dirt and filled with a sweet, red liquid. Some natives can be seen drinking it and being very affectionate with one another. Anyone who drinks this is inspired to show endearment or lust to others, and it will wear off after sleeping.

There's also the noticeable addition of a new arrival. They came through the Reset Room just like everybody else. They understand the rules and follow them to a tee. They are the perfect example of what the natives want in their residents. They are charming and captivating. They say nothing, and they don't have to. When your eyes meet, you feel seduced. There's a nervous flutter in your stomach. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Pounding, constricting. They smile and then turn away.

As they're walking, you notice you're not the only one looking at them, and in their expression, you see your own mirrored. What started as sweet infatuation and longing dissolves into a jealousy unlike any you've ever known. All you understand now is that to win their affections you have to come out on top—so you're the only one they see. Your actions are not your own, but they're still yours.

OOC: There are two ways to break the "spell". Your character fights it out with someone else who is feeling the same way OR they're approached and physically touched by someone who isn't affected by the newcomer. A third of the community will be completely unaffected (everyone else is affected unless the player is uncomfortable with playing out the scenarios). The newcomer can be of any gender the player wishes. For those partaking in drinking, the players can choose what effects it has; it can inspire feelings of lust or boost paternal/maternal instincts or devotion towards friends.

OOC
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NAVIGATION

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notes: find her here on the hot dog log if you'd rather talk over some quality weenies w/ Supergirl! Also, assume all of these take place on the 12th, due to Kilgrave plot occurring after that.

Put A Sock In It (morning)
[ the day starts out weird. first, there's candy and other Valentine's Day-esque presents outside their doors. Is it Valentine's Day? It's hard to keep track. Then, there's posts on the network from the natives - new arrivals are in the reset room. The natives seem excited, or as excited as they've ever been, and all of Reims is filled with nervous energy. Work has halted for the day, and Kara can't help it - she's curious to see who else has shown up. Has anyone disappeared in exchange? Is that how it works?

She has no idea how it works.

She is, however, a networker. She wrangled the best seats for Ms. Grant at CatCo, gave company tours, and ran a million errands a day. She's not a native, and doesn't have all the answers, but she does squeeze herself into the rooms adjoining the reset room and mingles with the new arrivals, offering help where they need it.

She's wearing an adorably conservative outfit but conspicuously not a jumpsuit, and she throws herself into this all the way, a smile on her face. She keeps her device out because, even though they can talk inside these walls, it's best to get used to the things early on. Bumping into her, your character will receive the message: ]

Hi! My name is Kara! Can I help you get your bearings or find your house?

The Place Inside (afternoon)
[ With new arrivals (mostly) getting settled and bellies full of delicious hotdogs (thanks, Frank), Kara sets herself to wander the town in her supersuit, see if everyone is okay. She keeps an ear out for any familiar voices plotting, especially Jessica, Frank, Faith, Rey, or Poe, doing her job just like Kilgrave instructed. Until she hears anything or has to report in to him, though, she's free to drown herself in whatever superpowered work she can do.

As a cleaner, she busies herself with some of the rubble around the outskirts of the horseshoe of houses, clearing some of the land so it can be used, carrying huge pillars over her head and setting them down out of the way gently and quietly. That is, until she sees the red dust.

It had been covering the arrivals this morning, had drenched the Eiffel Tower on their camping trip, and now it's back. Left overs from the reset room being so busy? But it's coming from a different direction, floating on the wind...

Supergirl will investigate it, especially if she sees others doing so first. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt, especially once they follow it all the way to the shore, see the island with the horrific sights on it. The last thing she wants to see is another Sound Eater being "born." It's awful.

The dust is everywhere, though. In her nose, her mouth, choking her. She doesn't feel so good... If nothing else, she will throw herself in front of your character first so that no one will get hurt. To anyone making sound, Kara shows them one message that takes a laboriously long time to type out: ]

Stayquiet. It's too dangerous. Let me flyyou home.

[ You know, while she still can. ]

Liplocked (early evening)

[ Kara's never been so glad to be back at the town in her life. Sure, there's horror and terrible people here, but it's familiar. Monsters begetting monsters is a whole new sensory overload that she does not want to think anymore about. Besides, the dust seems to be wearing off of everyone, even if the arrivals are mostly waterlogged and frizzy, drying in the firelight as they huddle together with their devices.

It reminds Kara of when she first got here, at the quietest, weirdest party any of them had ever attended. Except now, instead of pickles and peaches, there's jars next to each bench, a free take me invitation that the natives are so good at. There's no reason not to, everything else safe to eat and drink so far, so Kara takes a jar, unscrews the cap. She hopes it's not more hooch. There wouldn't be any point in that. It has to be something made from berries, right? She sloshes it around a bit, watching the swirl of red in the firelight, before she upends the jar and takes a long swallow.

It's delicious, she'll give it that. The more she drinks, the warmer she feels, heat pooling in her belly and twisting. Her fingers tap against the jar, nervous energy, and she looks around. Is it just her or are all the arrivals, new and old, just seeming really nice and ridiculously good looking all of a sudden?

Either way, Kara's blushing, especially if you catch her staring.* ]

*more notes: feel free to go lust or friendship, idc. ALSO, skipping out on the mysterious sexy stranger bit bc Kara doesn't want to kill anyone and already has a bunch of fighting ahead for her, sooooooooo yeah. Third plot is basically "Kara drinks jamba juice and it's hella effective."

[ Kara's very presence was an encouraging one -- proof that even in this confusing new environment of enforced silence, at least someone was still capable of being cheerful.

Majima smiled at her. ]

Recommend a good karaoke bar?

[ And then: ]

Got a little turned around. Looking for House 9.

[ oh! that's funny! Kara allows herself a quiet laugh while they have the freedom to make sound in the safety of the reset room's outer walls. ]

Unfortunately, those are in short supply. But I can help with the housing problem! I used to live in house nine.

Yeah? Small world.

[ And if they were allowed to make at least a little sound here, then he could at least do right here and quietly introduce himself. ]

I'm Majima. Nice to meet ya.

[ A pleasant enough tenor, in a regional Japanese accent that she probably wouldn't even recognize. That was all he really felt alright saying aloud right now. ]

Some of your old housemates still around?

Kara Danvers | Supergirl | open!

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