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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liplock a

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ Poe wasn't usually around for celebrating anything. It didn't matter really when there were bigger better things to be doing. There really wasn't much of that in Reims. He wanted to be able to take care of the Sound Eaters, but what good would dying and maybe not come back do? That risk was something he'd be able to do but were others? There were rooted doubts too of his own abilities and skills to lead. Some conversations were fresher and he knew he brought up something deep during the rainstorm with Faith. That wasn't the only thing on his mind though. So, coming out toward the fountain might have been a better way to distract him from his thoughts.

Being in a crowded place with a lot of affection going on didn't seem all that weird at first. Poe though was lucky to be able to find a seat that was away from people being overly affectionate. He hadn't really taken any of the juice just yet. Although he couldn't stop looking at the jars curiously. His attention was on the fire though. How was it not making any sound?

He felt weight being added to his lap as he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. Poe automatically puts a hand at the small of who ever's back. It was a polite gesture so that the other didn't tip over or slid off but could be easily shoved off if it's not welcomed company. What he didn't expect was the person's arm going around his shoulder. He slowly turns his head to face the intruder to only come face to face with Victor. He lifts an eyebrow at the other. Victor must have been confused, that's what this is, right? ]

[poodlemom]

[there's no mistake, not in the slightest! Victor settles in with a wiggle of his butt, letting himself lean back just a bit into Poe's hand for support. A real gentleman! He knew he liked Poe for a plethora of reasons, that's certainly one. As if to make his claim to the man's lap even more clear, he ever so dramatically stretches a leg out to cross them, then rests his chin on the other man's shoulder. Victor's expression is all playful and boozy, isn't this fun?]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ It's a thought that he has all things considered he isn't sure what's really going on anymore. Poe knew that people were acting strangely with a newcomer. Here with the jars of mystery juice and near the fire. He again wasn't sure to expect. Victor making himself comfy and right at home should have clued him in better. Poe lifts an eyebrow at the man as he casually put his chin on his shoulder. There's a small part of his mouth as if he's unsure of what to do. What was Victor going to do next? Poe for the moment isn't going to do anything besides maybe lean his head down just a bit inching it closer to Victor's. As if he's going to press his forehead against his. ]

[poodlemom]

[Poe's soft shifting forward is just Victor's language, or so he thinks in this drunken state. Drink still in hand, he'll adjust to holding it by the rim of the glass with just the tips of his fingers. That way, he can extend his index up, tickling it up Poe's neck and along his jawline, pushing at the tip of his chin. With the little nudge, Poe can't meet his forehead to Victor's, the man is too close already with his mouth. Victor tilts his head and catches the other man's lips with his in a smooth motion.

The taste is all bitter sweet from the wine, fiercely alcoholic even just on Victor's breath. He's not exactly letting up on the kiss, making a point that it's on purpose with motion to deepen it. Clearly, he's not thinking all the much and especially not about Yuuri. Poe is who he's with right now. That's who matters. Isn't Poe such a good man? There's nothing that could be wrong about this. He's being affectionate toward someone who has been so helpful and kind, it's only right to show his appreciation thoroughly!]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ He should have judged that more carefully. But he didn't think Victor would be this open at any one point in time. Drunk is definitely something he'd keep in the back of his mind for future encounters of Victor being this way. Poe though realizes it doesn't feel bad even if surprising. His reaction time though is stuck. Could he move his head back without hurting himself? Also he didn't want to upset Victor either. He wasn't sure what else to expect from this.

The taste of the drink was sweet and he could smell the alcohol at this closeness. Poe does understand Victor said he would do something kind the next time he sees him. This was a bit more than kind. He's not really sure how Yuuri would feel about this later. The kiss would seem to last for a bit too long of a moment, before he pulls his head away from Victor to stare at him. There's a lift of his eyebrow while really trying to read him. He doesn't appear to be upset or angry though if anything concerned. ]

[poodlemom]

[Victor's enjoying the kiss as it lingers, moving his lips and continuing it up until Poe pulls awake. The other man's face is difficult for Victor to read, too intoxicated for much insight, but he understands being pulled away from. Enough of that? Bored? Oh well! Nothing seems to be harshing his buzz. He lifts his drinks and tips another healthy splash onto his tongue, very... deliberate in swallowing, to say the least. Victor isn't exactly a subtle man.

He licks his lips after, looking satisfied, then presses the edge of the glass to Poe's mouth. He doesn't shove it into him or try to force it into his mouth, just rolls the rim across Poe's bottom lip to try and tempt him with the offer.]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ He's certainly not bored maybe confused but knowing better than to irritate someone. Could Victor get irritated or would the buzz still stay and the other would do something else? Poe's not sure what the outcome would be. For now, he's going to sit here and not test those waters. He watches him though as he drinks the mystery juice that's in jars out in the sand paths.

There could be more to it right, he wasn't sure. When the edge of the cup is pressed to his lip. Poe takes a small glance upwards at Victor before parting his mouth. Why not be stupid for once? Hopefully Victor doesn't choke him with the liquid. He's putting some trust in a drunk man. ]

[poodlemom]

[Probably not the most trustworthy, Victor tilts the drink when Poe gives him that receptive look. it's not the more graceful act, the liquid splashes into Poe's mouth and probably overfills to spill over his lips. Victor will stop when he notices he's gone ahead and given him too much, trying not to chuckle outloud. Whoops!]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ Yeah, he should have judged that more closely. The juice though was sweet, he couldn't quite place the flavor but it was on scale on sweetness of a Koyo melon. At least that's what he thinks. Poe gives a small shake of his head as he presses his lips together. He should have known Victor would do a small thing as that. Poe swallows what he can before licking the rest off of his lips. There's a small hum of approval. It wasn't bad. ]

[poodlemom]

[There's definitely some left over on Poe's lips. He can't get it all, it would be an impossible task, even if he tried to lick the spill away... Right?

Well, that's Victor's flimsy excuse. Really, he just wants to lean in and lap his tongue over the man's bottom lip. Cleaning him up, that's all.]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ Of course there is, Poe knows better and would have reached up a hand to brush it off. Victor though already has other plans. The wetness of his tongue makes him freeze a bit not wanting to accidentally shove the other off. There's still a thought that Victor could get angry. That possibility was still fresh within his thoughts.

Poe shakes his head a bit after his one hand is still on Victor's back. He reaches up his other placing it on top of the other's head before giving it a good hard ruffle. Maybe it was his way of saying thanks for now and so he can have a bit of amusement on how the hair looks afterwards. ]

[poodlemom]

[THIS IS A BETRAYAL, POE. How dare you ruffle his hair! He did his best to keep it looking nice despite this situation and now it's all messed up... not to mention that Victor immediately takes offense when his hair is made a joke of. It's not that thin! He's not that old!

His face twists into childishly fussy pout, huffing under his breathe to show his dissatisfaction without being too loud.]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ He was being playful about it. His eyebrows shoot upwards though at the pout that he's getting from Victor. That certain hadn't been the reaction he was expecting.

He mouths "I'm sorry" at him while bringing his hand back up to smooth the pieces of hair that are out of place. Poe gives an apologetic smile at Victor in hopes that he would stop pouting. If Victor went for his hair, it would only fluff the curls more upwards. A bigger fluff wouldn't really bother Poe. ]

[poodlemom]

[Victor is predictable sometimes, the look like Poe's sorry with a smile, makes him reach out and rustle the man's hair all up in response. He doesn't chuckle out loud, but the look on his face says as much. Once Poe's hair is thoroughly poofed up, Victor will finish his drink and stand from the man's lap. One more kiss, this time on the forehead, before he's off to be distracted by another man somewhere, maybe it will actually be Yuuri this time.... or passing out on a sentient carpet]