quietplacelogs | 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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[Faith all too gladly scoots jut a bit closer to her. She's never realized just how good Kara smells. Is she leaning closer and idly smelling her hair like a blatant weirdo? Why, yes she is.]

Yeah. It's pretty good for a fruity non-alcoholic drink. Wonder how the natives made it.

[ Kara feels Faith get closer and looks up at her curiously, just as Faith is leaning in for just a great, A-1 sniff, and their faces are suddenly way too close to each other. is it warm in here? has to be all the fires, right? she's much to warm, with a bright pink flush to go with it. she can't help her eyes flicking down to look at Faith's lips, though.

haaaaa... she pulls away, good grief, and instead looks at her device to type out a message. ]

Iiiiiit's a mystery!

[Faith feels great. Warm, yes, but a nice warmth, like she's finally in a situation she understands. Their faces are so close it's hard to miss the flush of Kara's cheeks, the focus of her eyes. Those lips curl, opening just that little bit... inviting.]

[Then she's gone, but Faith is far from deterred. She leans back to read the message and type out her own.] Mm, the world may never know.

[ there's too much distance between them now, and it feels weirdly cold, a sudden smack of reality that Kara doesn't want back. she chases the warmth, the buzz under her skin, and scoots closer again, biting her bottom lip. ]

It's true! [ wait, what are they talking about? something... something. she should ask. ] What are we talking about?

[Kara's cute. Adorable even. Faith knows enough to know they'd been talking about the drinks. But shrugs all the same, pleased to find Kara scooting back closer again. Her hand finds its way to idly brush Kara's knee. She finds that she desperately wants to just touch her and can't help herself.] Does it even matter?

[ Kara puts her hand on top of Faith's, not pushing it away, looping their fingers together with a smile. look, Kara has 0 moves. this is risque for her. she looks up at Faith, lips bitten red and turned up in a smile. ]

Nope.

[Faith blinks a bit, staring down at the joined hands through her haze. Maybe Kara has no moves, but this is still a move. One that throws the Slayer a little off balance. It's almost... 'more intimate' in a way than she usually cares for. Flirtation, light touching, making out, sex even... that's all fine by her. But holding hands? That's just weird. She'll let it stand though, but instead she's gonna focus on Kara's face. The bitten red lips. Yes, that's more her speed. She's leaning even closer, wetting her own lips absently.]

Damn right, it doesn't matter. I am definitely liking the party a whole lot more than the last one. Even if there's still no music. Also seems like there's a whole lot more to do this time. To see.

[ Kara pulls away just enough to read the message and nods. Faith makes very good points. But the fire is warm and Faith's hand is in hers, and Kara's knee is hot through her tights where Faith is touching her. Everything is a little Much, and Kara doesn't want to think anymore, to say something else witty.

Instead, she leans in and kisses Faith, warm and soft. And holy Toledo, that is the puzzle piece she was missing because she suddenly feels great. ]

[Faith feels like that fire is being dumped right on top of her head the moment Kara kisses her. This is exactly what she wants to be happening right now and is glad for not having to talk anymore. Her device gets set aside, carelessly, as she nearly climbs in Kara's lap. Her now free hand is reaching for her cheek to coax her closer, tongue darting eagerly into the awaiting mouth. It's very very hard to remain quiet then.]

[ Kara gasps into Faith's mouth, her hands falling to Faith's hips, pulling her into Kara's lap. She kisses back eagerly, excited, buzzing tingles skating over her skin. ]

[It's then that Faith is reminded just how strong Kara really is, with how easily she pulls Faith right into her lap. It's a little disconcerting not being the stronger one in this scenario. For the moment she's decided she likes it, but it may be the drink talking.

Now that they are even more pressed up against one another Faith's want shows an exponential growth. She needs more, demands more, her mouth is attacking Kara's, hips starting a slow grind. If this keeps up Faith might start tearing off Kara's supersuit right in the middle of town.]

[ Kara licks into Faith's mouth to stifle any of the noises that are threatening to spill out, one of her hands cupping Faith's face while the other is sliding tentatively up the back of Faith's tank top, roaming over bare, warm skin.

but something feels off, something is - different. a tug at Kara's subconscious, and she thinks, for a moment, under the haze of the drink, about inviting Faith back to her house, continuing this where there's privacy and a bed.

she pulls back from the kiss, panting, to fetch for her device, the backlight illuminating her flushed face. and that's when she notices the time.

it's 7:00. she has to check in. immediately, she's clearer headed than she was, a worry creeping in that overpowers the the warm tingling effects of the red drink.

but Faith is still on top of her, and she has to explain herself. crap. ]

I have to go. There's plans and. I'm late. I'm sorry.

[It takes Faith a moment to figure out what's going on, still peppering kisses along Kara's collar bone when she pulls away. But then there's a device in her face and she feels a sudden twisting and falling of her insides. She's still wants to keep going, that desire hard to argue with, but now that desire is being pushed back by a surge of anger.]

[Kara is obviously lying and Faith finds herself questioning everything. Maybe part of her knows the real reason she has to leave so sudden'y, but mostly she's feeling spurned. She doesn't want to show how hurt she is, or that she cares in the slightest, so instead of meeting Kara's eyes she looks down from the device to their laps, jaw clenching. It's a moment later when she slid off Kara. She's not even sure where her device had been dropped so she doesn't look to find it in order to answer back.]

[Whatever. She's fine. She'll find someone else to make out with. Or leave alone... and see to her own desires herself.]

INTRO LOG #2

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apologies in advance for the cockblock I'm the wooooorst

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