INTRO LOG #2

[bequiet]

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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Comments

[oorah]

[ he nods, already looking worried though some of the kids here are even younger than she must be. frank gets up, abandoning his activity altogether and gestures for her to show him. with a tiny smile he types out. ] people here call me punching bag. [ he puts a hand on her arm in a way he hopes is reassuring before shuffling past her to the house at large so she can show him the claim she's staked. ]

[morphogenia]

[She can take a hint. Kamala starts leading Frank to the dining room. She offers up a little smile at his hand and offered name. She thought little kids were the only ones who come up with weird stuff like that.]

Because of your face, right? [Kamala barely holds in a laugh at her joke before the hero brain kicks in. Why does a guy like this have so many bruises???]

You're not getting pushed around by people around here, right? You look super tough, but I've seen a girl fly in through the window. There isn't someone with super strength beating you up or something???

[oorah]

[ he flashes an OK symbol as he peeks his head into her room. it's a bit central towards the front of the house, but eventually they should still be able to soundproof it. it isn't until he looks back over that he realizes she's typed him a new message.

ugh. kids need to stop ask if he's being bullied. l e g i t ] i can take you to town. they have furniture there.

[morphogenia]

[Kamala looks a little disappointed to be dodged like that, but she answers his part first.] I'd appreciate it. I was totally prepared to sleep on the floor and be miserable forever, but a bed works too.

[And now back to her legit concerns!!!] Was it something scary?

[oorah]

[ his lips twitch up at her monologue, but he's already leading the way out of the house and back out to the sandpaths. like he'd let a kid in his house go without a bed!! get real. ]

no. just blowing off steam with a friend.

[morphogenia]

[She follows after him like a lost puppy, only tapping him to look at her message.] Oh. That's better? I think. My friends don't beat me up.

[Truly a worthwhile use of her time.]

[oorah]

maybe you need better friends

[ his friends would do anything for him!! like knock him tf out. aren't you jealous. frank keeps his device out because he can tell more is coming, but stuffs his other hand in his hoodie pocket because he still would rather nOT. ]

[morphogenia]

[Kamala gives him the most indignant look. Don't talk smack about her weirdo crew.]

My friends are great! You just have weird hobbies. (Don't let that effect your desire to help me. Please? :<<<<

[She even makes a sad face on cue.]

[oorah]

[ he gives a half-shrug and a nod. he's a weird dude, thanks for noticing. that definitely won't impact him helping you though. like you could deter him if you tried. ]

what else do you want for your room

[morphogenia]

[Kamala shrugs, visibly relieved he isn't writing her off.] I don't know. The superhero woman said that we can only find furniture. The bed is the only thing I can use right now.

[She doesn't want to have bookshelf for the sake of her ego.]

[oorah]

[ frank looks over, not believing her. but a bed is important so he's alright with waiting her out. once they reach a storage facility where a lot of old shit had been taken after being abandoned, he stuffs his device into his pocket and follows close behind her to look around. ]