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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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Joseph Oda | OTA
[Drinking mysterious liquid out of strange little bottles? No thanks.
Though Joseph assumes that the locals are just partaking in some type of alcohol in celebration of the season. And he wasn't a teetotaler. He helped himself to that moonshine when he first arrived, after all, and it provided a bit of blessed relief from the insomnia and the nightmares and the general malaise of anxiety that filled this place like a bad smell. But that was in the privacy of his own room, not out here in public. He wasn't about to make an irresponsible fool of himself for all to see.
And anyway, it was much more interesting to watch what was going on and take notes, as he always did. The combination of that odd fire in conjunction with the bottles was a fascinating local custom. And it gave Joseph something to do besides fret.
So he sits, unknowingly temptingly, on a bench nearby the fountain, working in his notebook and not yet aware of what, exactly, the others are drinking.]
Liplocked B:
[See, this is why you don't drink weird bottles of weird liquid out in public.
Or at least, Joseph has to assume that's the cause of the sudden escalation of tempers around here. Everywhere he goes today, people are glaring at each other, some even escalating to the point of fights. Even people he knows to be mild-mannered and gentle are raising up their hackles and stomping like territorial animals.
After roughly two hours of this absurd behavior, even Joseph's patience is wearing a little thin. Arms folded, he watches one of his fellow newcomers trail a native with this strange aggression starting to show in the gleam of an eye.]
Excuse me.
((ooc: Joseph is immune to the jealousy effects and would be
obligatedhappy to help your character/s deal with the problem. He will break up any fights and all parties involved will receive *such* a lecture.))Wildcard:
(Any other prompts sound good? Want to do something else with Joseph? Hit me up via PM or Discord if you'd like to talk it out, or just surprise me!)
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But when he spies the man, curiosity gets the better of him and he approaches in his blue jumpsuit, holding out a message for him to see on his device while pointing at the notebook.]
Hey. Can I ask where you got that?
[Maybe there's someplace he can get something similar without having to scrounge for it. He has a feeling he's going to want drawing paper and a pencil before too long.]
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The natives gave it back to me. It's my own from home.
I'm sure they must have more lying around somewhere, though. Do you need one?
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That makes sense. It looks new when not much else around here does. Do you know why they give some things back and not others? Aren't they worried the paper will make noise?
[At some point getting his shoes back would be nicer, and they seem like they'd be quieter on the whole than crumpling paper...]
It's not that important. I was just wondering.
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[He unfortunately doesn't have the first clue where they come across some of these things. Like those bags of tailored suits in his exact size and style that he picked up the other day. He appreciates it all the same, though.]
I've tried to be very careful not to give them a reason to think paper will be noisy. I need to write things down to think.
Do you need to borrow some paper?
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Sounds like bribes.
[But his expression is schooled to neutrality for all that he types it. With another eight or nine years to gain some more life experience and start shaving, Jake would probably be a fair hand at police work. He already knows the value of keeping his thoughts off his face.
And he understands the value of putting your thoughts down on paper, whether by letter or pencil stroke-it's why he gives the notebook a knowing look. The man just ascribed some important to his journaling that he can relate to, he'd feel bad bumming some off him now. He doesn't need it.]
No, that's all right. [He offers a smile of thanks, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth.] Thanks, though. Is it research?
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[That would come out in the driest tone possible if he were speaking. As it is, Joseph hopes the kid doesn't think he's just being a snob.
He smiles back at him and answers.]
More or less. I'm a police detective. Taking down notes and observations is a habit of mine.
[Habit slash coping mechanism. Whatever works.]
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You're from Earth, then?
If you're a detective, what do you think about them? Do you think they're telling us everything they know?
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And no, I certainly don't.
[He pauses, and figures that needs more explanation so as not to sound unkind.]
The natives are scared and desperate, and used to a lifestyle that has kept them safe, but has been suddenly interrupted by many, many outsiders.
I don't think they're hostile or mean us harm, necessarily. But I think that scared, desperate people will do whatever it takes to keep themselves safe.
And they certainly aren't telling us everything. Either for our own good, or more likely, for theirs.
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What good does not telling us do?
[The man's had time to think it through this far--he might have an idea Jake hasn't even thought of yet.]
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They probably hope to protect us by leaving us in the dark.
[Don't be a stupid impulsive idiot, kiddo. That's Uncle Joseph's lesson for today.
He'd like to say that he hopes that's the reason they're being left in the dark. He'll outwardly give the natives the benefit of the doubt, though. For now.]
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Are you talking about people that came back through that Reset Room like they say?
[Killed. There's no hiding his visible discomfort when it's mentioned, but he doesn't do more than shift his weight from one foot to another before the look passes. If a person dies with no one around to see it or remember it and they wake up again, did they really die?]
If it only works for some people and not others, it sounds like we already have an advantage they don't.
[Not that automatically equates to a good thing. But it does seem like extra protection the natives don't have.]
( a )
And maybe it's because he's sometimes a thirsty asshole.
Honestly it's probably a mixture of the three, as Gladio makes his way over with soft footsteps.
Not that he's that difficult to catch from just the corner of your eye. He's six foot six and currently got the sleeves of his jumpsuit rolled up to show off something like dark feathered patterns tracing down his arms. The zipper's tugged down as well, revealing a large jagged scar that swipes across his chest, and behind the lapel of the suit there's the detailing of an eagle's head over a left pectoral. All of it perfectly highlights the scarring on his face too, across his forehead and down his left eye.
Really he's kind of a mess.]
You got homework due or something?
[He wiggles the screen, hoping to get the guy's attention.]
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He gives the man a brief glance, goes back to his notes, then looks up again when it's apparent that he's trying to talk to him. He pulls out his own device and types back (really, he could have just written a note on the page, but that would throw off his organizational system badly.]
Just taking down some notes and observations.
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Beautiful, red, delicious looking liquid is a temptation he takes up right away. It seems to be giving the natives a good time, so what would it hurt him? He's been hopping between laps all night, made out with his fiance, and a few people who are not his fiance.
Then he sees Joseph, looking predictably like a sourpuss. That man should relax! The best way to relax? Booze and a little affection, of course.
So, Victor is retrieving a fresh glass of "wine" and sneaking back over to him. Strangely quiet for a very drunk man, he sneaks behind him and flicks Joseph's ear one side, then appears on his other side, sitting beside him with a grin]
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Joseph is just frowning disapprovingly at a couple getting particularly handsy across the way when someone flicks his ear. He jumps-- comically, he'll admit, after he's done having a near-heart attack. He turns over his shoulder, then back when the presence shows up beside him.
And he still looks a little bit like he might be having a coronary when he realizes who it is.
With a slight huff, he makes an expression that would read "what the fuck?" on anybody else. On Joseph, it reads "excuse me, but would you mind telling me what that was about?"]
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Those people over there across the way are mugging down on the ground. On the ground. He wouldn't drink that stuff if someone paid him to.]
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