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quietplacelogs2018-02-12 02:11 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-02-12 02:11 pm
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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.
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liplocked
Though the scars he carries say a different story. Most of them are hidden by his bright red jumpsuit or even his spiky brown hair though without his gloves there are definitely multiple scars criss-crossing both sides of his hands. Scars he'd gotten for trusting when he should have been more cautious.
Which is why tonight he's just here to observe - to watch the affects the drink has on other people. He doesn't expect when a large hand comes down on his shoulder. Sora nearly jumps out of his skin, his right hand flexing as if to summon a weapon he doesn't currently have.
Beneath that hand it maybe easy to tell that Sora's tense, his gaze wary as he looks up at the huge man suddenly touching him. Despite that he still gives Gladio a friendly smile even if it doesn't reach his eyes entirely. Sora lifts one of those scarred hands to give the giant man a wave.]
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Sorry, didn't mean to startle you
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Not to mention that he's apparently a little too tense waiting for danger to strike. Or maybe that's just a residual feeling he has from months and worlds back.
Sora almost gives a sheepish laugh only to remember he has to stay silent so it ends up with an almost laugh with his hand clamping over his mouth quickly. His hand moves up to scratch the back of his head, ruffling his hair in the process while the other one is already reaching for his 'berry.]
No, it's fine! Just feeling a little jumpy. Sometimes you gotta be careful in a new world no matter if it's your first or twenty-somethingth time, right?
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Gladio has to lean in a little to get a better look at the message on the screen, and he has to do sort of a double-take toward the end there before replying back.]
I'm not going to debate you on this new world thing because I sure as hell know this isn't Eos, but this is common for you?
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Sora is a very vocal individual, it'll take him time to get used to being quiet. And the big man's response is normal when he says stuff like that. He nods in response.]
Sure, I left home about six years ago and have been visiting different worlds since. It's my duty to protect them from the darkness so I usually come and go when I need to.
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He's not exactly sure the Regalia could handle that kind of trip. But shit... thinking about something like that, something this kid has done for years? It's impressive. And his cause is noble.]
You've got a lot of responsibility on your hands. Must be tough going at it alone.
[He gives him a long, lingering sort of contemplative look before he takes a step back and eases himself to sit down on the ground. Gladio gives a beckoning gesture with his finger, then points to the space next to him.
Sit. Mostly because he doesn't want the kid to get a crick in his neck from looking up at him any longer.]
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At the words that appear on his 'berry, a smile grows on his face. It's a fond expression that settles on his face as he types.]
Yeah, it is a lot of responsibility considering I was just some fourteen year old kid who'd lost his world. I wasn't alone, though. Shortly after I arrived in my first new world I met up with some people - strangers really but they helped me. They introduced me to Donald and Goofy. They were looking for their king and I was looking for my friends, Riku and Kairi.
Eventually they became some of my best friends. We were always together and even if we fought sometimes, they always had my back. I spent a long time with them, more than a year. We made friends on whatever world we ended up on. When the worlds were safe and our friends found, we parted ways for a while.
I was supposed to take a test to prove I was ready to be a Keyblade Master and even though I was on my own, I knew Riku was looking out for me. He was the only one who passed because he had to come save me.
[His chest moves as if he's laughing silently for a minute, obviously not upset that Riku passed while he failed. The cheer falls away afterwards and settles into something more solemn and sorrowful.]
Then I ended up in this place, not a nice place at all. It was hard but it wasn't all bad because I made all these friends and there were some I considered family. I couldn't leave or save everybody. A lot of them died. I was there for three years and then one day, I ended up on a completely different world. For the last ten months I've been bouncing between different worlds with no control - some nice and others not. Sometimes I'd see familiar faces from that one nice world but hardly anyone ever remembered our time together.
[The corner of his mouth lifts in an attempted smile.]
This is world number thirty. So far I haven't seen anyone I know but I'm not alone. All of you are here and I always carry the people I care about around with me.
[There is so much Sora doesn't touch on, so many hardships and heartbreak and downright horror left out of his summary of his life so far.]