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.

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NAVIGATION

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The Place Inside OTA

[Knowing better than to go anyplace alone, Victor had tagged along with another person to go explore the... rather disturbing dust. He hadn't witnessed the Sound Eater birth for himself, Victor didn't have the stomach for it at the time, turning away. He knew the red dust was something caused by them, but didn't fully grasp what and if that was the only cause. When others are going to explore, he didn't want to stay behind, much too curious and proactive. Any clues to get them out of here were going to be helpful, after all. They should look into mysterious happening when and where they occur.

All that said, Victor is rather.... precious. The dust getting onto his face and coating his hair is very upsetting to him. He had his water skin at the ready and a rag from home in his pocket. The thicker the red fog got around them, the more often he was rubbing his face clean and taking sips of the water, trying to stay clear of the dust from his mouth and eyes. For once, this is working out in his favor. He's not so disoriented as a result and looks to his partner with some concern when they're looking confused. He can't bare to speak, there's something more dreadful than usual around them. Pulling out his communicator, he types a message, leaning in to show it to them.]

Are you doing alright?

Liplock -a CW: Sexual Contact (Adult/Human appearing characters only!)

[Victor is a sucker for pretty drinks and seeing the other villagers reacting so positively makes him all the more willing to try the red liquid. It's delicious! Much better than the harsh moonshine he'd been hording away. He takes a glass and sips it, socializing with those around him. He sends flirty messages to locals, who blush, but otherwise don't engage. No fun at all! His mind grows more blurry with each sip and his priority moves from I should find Yuuri to kiss to... I should find someone to kiss. Kiss also grows more and more vague in his mind. Touch, feel, whatever, he's not going to be picky.

Seeing a person he finds particularly attractive (right now, just about any adult). Maybe he knows them, maybe he doesn't. He strides right up and motions as if he'd like to take a seat beside them. If obliged, he'll slide into their lap, sitting sideways with his butt flat between their thighs. He settles in with a flirtatious wiggle. One hand still has his drink, now half empty, and his other arm slides over his chosen partner's shoulder, reaching around to rub their opposite arm. He looks to them with lidded blue eyes, looking very satisfied. Much more comfy!]

Liplock -b OTA- Platonic option! (Children, animal/nonhuman, or those with Very Youthful appearances, especially.)

[Feisty as the liquid has made Victor, he's not completely out of his right mind. He's mostly just more needy and more emotional, seeking out contact where he can. Anybody on the younger side (or who he perceives as young) is getting a bright, heart shaped smile and both arms opened toward them. Let him hug you! This situation is just terrible, even he's frightened, wouldn't it be nice to just have a hug? Anything even remotely shaped like a dog has him throwing himself to his knees to offer similar.]

Wildcard Please message me either directly or via my plurk/discord for this option! Feel free to contact me to plot anything out or ask questions, too.

[Victor, what the fuck are you doing?]

[... Would be the reaction in just about any other circumstance. The drink had been wearing down his own rough edges. When Victor came over to sit by him, he'd even felt a little pleased. It felt more like a compliment than just a chance for Victor to annoy him. So, he gestures him down, assuming they'd spend some time together or,]

[Or Victor would get on his lap. It doesn't really surprise him, somehow. Instead, he leans over and uses one hand to pull Victor's free arm closer, so that he can take a sip from the other man's drink. It's a small, intimate gesture, and he licks his lips as he pulls back.]

["It's good," he signs with one hand.]

[Victor settles into Aizawa's lap casually, like they're the best of buddies. They'd only known each other a month or so now, but what did that matter? Aizawa is a hero, and handsome in a gruff kind of way. He might look really nice without that scruffy beard and the bags under his eyes! Not that Victor draws the line at scruffy beards, Chris was cute with his.

When the man moves Victor's arm, sipping from his drink, he'll pop a shoulder playfully as he leans into the action. Drink up, the red looks pretty on the man's lips. A little spilling over? Victor will lean in, just short of the man's face, licking a drip from the edge of the glass himself. Waste not! Looking back to Aizawa after, Victor tongues over his own lips to clean them off, but there might be a stray drop for red rolling down his chin]

[Not even Aizawa's friends get this sort of treatment but, in the moment, it feels entirely natural. Victor settles on his lap like an indulged cat. Ah, maybe that explains the inordinate fondness. It doesn't explain the magnetic pull he feels when Victor's lips are so close to his.]

[The stare with the licked lips seems like an invitation. He has no idea why such an invitation would be issued to him but letting it go by seemed like such a waste.]

[He leans in, closing that gap between them, trailing his tongue from the drop upwards, until his lips meet the other's lips.]

[Victor hadn't had a plan really, but he also had expected it to take a bit more to get Aizawa to kiss him. There it is though, Victor's not going to protest just what he had been hoping for when he sat down. His lips are cool with the liquid, sticky too. He'll be slack and fall into the kiss with ease and grace. As gracefully as a sloppy, drunken kiss could be, at least. There's an ever so quiet hum into the touch of their lips, somewhat satisfying the urge of the drink.

Not completely, but it's a start.]

[Aizawa's sharper than he lets on. He's used to pointedly ignoring any flirting or bait. That doesn't mean he doesn't recognize it.]

[He tries to reign in the sloppiness, to make sure there's no sounds slipping out between their lips. He will deepen it a bit at the hum. It's hard to tell if it's pressure at the threat of noise or some sort of excitement. Considering noise would lead to death rather than discovery, maybe it shouldn't be exciting.]

[He brings up a free hand to run through the other's hair, from the top towards the back where he grabs on and holds, ever so lightly, a bit of control.]

Victor Nikiforov | Yuri on Ice

liplock a, regrets ahoy

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Liplock B

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liplocked gen-edition!

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the place inside

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