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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.
OOC
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uno!
There are some at the hospital, but I have some.
I can bring them to you if you give me a description of where you are.
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I'm around a food establishment.
[Insert More Details Here. He's just grateful that someone is able to help. The sooner, the better.]
Will you really be able to find me like that? [. . .] I'm tall and have green hair.
[Maybe that will help, too.]
no subject
I think I know where you're talking about. I explored an area like that not long after I arrived.
[ It'll be abooout fifteen minutes after that, he finally does arrive. He looks around for a little bit... and then-- Ah...! That must be him. Akira starts walking in that direction immediately, but it's about twenty feet from him, he sends: ]
Boo.
[ Then, just before holding the bandages out: ]
Nice hair.
no subject
He's definitely grateful upon taking them.]
I guess I owe you one. Thank you very much for getting me these.
no subject
Hopefully he makes friends with a native who has good hair products! Honestly, Akira misses his own supplies. ]
You're welcome.
And you don't owe me anything. I have plenty stored away.
I'm Akira Kurusu, by the way. It's nice to meet you.
[ Hm... He doesn't seem hurt, so...... ]
Is someone else hurt? I have healing magic.
no subject
Oh- you're the one that carpet was talking about.
[Funny how that worked.]
My name is Jae-Ha. It's good to meet you as well, although I hardly could say so about this situation we're in.
[Initially he looks curious to that statement.]
Do you? [He probably should resign to the fact that just about anything is possible, here. Not that he doesn't want to cover his foot anymore (please do not look down, Akira).]
Oh, no one is. Don't worry.
no subject
[ There's a small smile of understanding as he nods. ]
Yeah... I have a few abilities, but the ones I've used most around here are healing, ice, and fire magic.
[ Heeee will not look down, as long as no attention is brought to it! For now, he's tilting this head at the last part...
... Hmmm... ]
That's good, then! I'm still glad I was able to help.
no subject
That does sound handy to have. Are abilities of that sort common where you're from?
[It would be neat, really. Or maybe it's something as rare as the four dragons.]
And I'm still grateful. I can imagine that there are others here who feel the same.
implied p5 spoilers
He shakes his head. ]
Our group is actually pretty small in terms of the entire world. And I'm the only one left who's able to do exactly what I do.
[ His expression says "neutral calm" while his eyes possibly tell a different story - a bitter, angry, sad one. ]
Well, if you do feel like lending a hand... I have a pretty simple request.
[ Finally, a more gentle expression is resting on his face. ]
Whenever somebody needs medical attention, direct them my way. They can ask for me by name over this phone, or...
[ There's a moment where he taps on his phone a few times... then Jae-Ha will be finding a picture of a small map (it's of a residential area with one house circled). ]
... follow that map.
Of course, the same goes for you. If you ever need help, my door is always open... even if the place is still under maintenance.
[ He's sheepishly twisting a small strand of his bangs.
no subject
He's gracious all the same. Akira has already been plenty helpful, and it's easy to express that much.]
I can absolutely do that. The people here are lucky to have someone like you.
no subject
Oh how things have changed since he arrived here.
But everything seems to melt away for just a split second. That latter sentence has his eyes widening ever-so-slightly before he blinks a couple of times. Heh... Common flattery from a stranger - an adult...
He gives Jae-Ha a smile of appreciation, nodding. ]
I'm glad to be able to do this much.
Oh...
I also have a little extra food, as well as some extra supplies. In case you need anything to get you started around here.
no subject
I might have to take you up on that offer at some point, but please don't worry too much. You should still focus on your own needs.
no subject
I'm a simple guy with simple needs.
[ He's fine??? He's fine.
Granted, with the next part, his smile is a little distant, but no less appreciative. ]
But thank you.
no subject
[ His expression is a bit wry as he types. ]
Is there anything else in particular that I should know about living here, or any tips?
[ Maybe something that isn't initially brought up or overtly let known? ]
no subject
... He knows it's not exactly believable, but letting people worry about him is difficult to do. Not to mention, he isn't exactly used to people expressing concern for his well-being. ]
[ Hm... ]
Has anyone told you about how our first visit to the Sound Eaters' domain went?
no subject
No. I've yet to hear anything about that.
no subject
We were taken to see the Sound Eaters with our own eyes.
The place called Eiffel Tower...
Sound Eaters almost seem to... live there? We saw the creation of a new one. It started to rain just after that, and all of them seemed to... lose themselves a bit.
Apparently their biggest weakness is the sound of falling rain. Maybe it has something to do with how widespread and repetitive it is...
... Or maybe it's the water itself.
[ A small shrug, because this is all he has for now. ]
no subject
It's a clue either way.
[Oddly enough, Jae-Ha knows first hand how disorienting it can be to move through the rain.]
Do you recall any details about their appearance, or was it too difficult to get a clear look?
cw: spoopy / sorta grotesque in a way pictures / gifs
A start is a start.
[ He looks to the side for a moment. ]
I can do more than just tell you...
[ Yep, he sure did take photos... And he'll hold a picture up before typing a description of each one. ]
These seemed to be the most sensitive to sound, as well as the most aggressive.
I couldn't get much of a read on these, but they appear to be sort of in a... halfway point between the first ones I showed you and the next ones I'll show you.
Which are these.
At first, I thought they were in control. They guided the whole group into a circle... but then we saw why they were in that circle. All of them were kneeling and waiting...
They were waiting for this.
[ He's a bit paler than he was, but otherwise perfectly calm. ]
Something that looked like a body was brought to that thing as he stood in the circle. Then that thing crumbled away and surrounded the body.
[ Give him... a moment... ]
Suddenly, it was as though that thing possessed the body. It ordered the third kind of Sound Eater I showed you to followed it... and they went into the tower together, leaving the rest of the Sound Eaters behind.
That's how we saw the way they respond to rain. As soon as it started raining, they all freaked out just from it raining lightly.
Which is why a lot of us died that day.
And some of us, like my friend, never came back. It proved that the natives here don't so much as get a chance to, because their bodies remain solid, while all of us just... vanish after we die.
So... we're only safe when it's raining hard.
no subject
But really, what is one supposed to even say to that kind of information? All of which is made 100 times worse with the images provided. Jae-Ha has a hand over his mouth, but rather than to keep himself silent, it's out of shock. Good lord. He's witnessed some terrible acts, but all of them were committed by humans.
—Which these creatures are not, and so very far from it. Even the result of the apparently possessed body.
His other free hand may be trembling just a little when he finally types something up.]
I felt they would be nightmarish, but not to that extreme. I'm sorry about your friend. No wonder the natives place such dire importance on remaining as silent as possible.
no subject
I've lost count of how many people have died since the first of us, this time around, arrived.
I'm hoping, once we all get used to being here, fewer and fewer of us will die.
no subject
We'll find our way. Somehow, at least. There's no other option.