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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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gentle giants who fite good are exactly his type
That's up for debate. My fault for drinkin' out of a jar,
though.
[ I mean what were they, animals ]
They got any real alcohol around this place?
(灬º 艸º灬)
They're being resourceful. It's kinda charming.
[You can't expect dinnerware and utensils to be a constant. So proclaims the camping enthusiast. Once they're eating soup out of their own hands, then they can complain.]
Got no clue about actual booze. You can take your time trying to look for it. More for everyone else, including me.
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[ Majima gestured with a hand toward several of the unclaimed jars, as if to say 'help yourself'. Though when he swept his gaze back to Gladio and then his device, he might have lingered a little longer than usual on the way his new acquaintance was filling out his jumpsuit.
What?
It was a free country. ]
You been here a while?
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Don't know if you noticed but it's kind of hard for anyone to get away with that with me.
[He's also thinly amused at the fact that this guy clearly just took a moment to check him out. It's a gesture he's pretty much used to, so it doesn't remotely phase him. Even if he's more used to getting it from women. Actually... do men even check him out? He can't actually recall.
Oh well, whatever. Any attention is good attention with how relaxed he feels. Gladio takes a long drink of the jar, enough to completely empty it. Still mindful enough to be careful about noise, Gladio tucks it into an open space of dug out dirt in the ground.]
If I was keeping track of time I'd give you an accurate answer, but all I can say is I'm pretty damn new.
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Then it must be a couple weeks at least.
[ Majima didn't know why they'd bothered to take his cigarettes -- smoking was a near-silent affair, maybe they were afraid he was going to hurt himself with the crinkly packaging -- but right now, he was sort of missing them. In idle moments, like this one, it was relaxing to take a moment and go over things.
He settled for watching as Gladio simply emptied half a jar of its contents. No kidding about that 'more for him' deal. ]
Any shorter and it'd be hard to lose track, even if ya weren't particualarly trying.
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Weeks? Shit, I was thinking its been days. I don't even know.
[He runs a hand through his hair, rubs at his neck, then scratches at a shoulder. There's a faint grimace.]
So, got any advice on handling this place?
[While he waits for a response Gladio begins to unzip the front of the jumpsuit to give himself some fresh air. He already can't stand this thing. There's a thick scar that swipes across his chest, black tattooing of an eagle's head spread across his left pec.]
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Okay, first of all, why was Gladio doing that in the middle of a civilized conversation. That was distracting. ]
You've been here longer than me, so I was hopin' I'd be the one askin' you for advice. For now, though, I'm planning to start poking around town. I hear there's some been some exploring already.
[ But since Gladio was just going to open his shirt like that, he might as well ask: ]
Where'd ya get that?
[ By 'that' he really could have been referring to the tattoo or the scar. But he meant the scar. The tattoo was obviously not of the same origin as Majima's. ]