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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Comments

[morphogenia]

[She hangs her head in exaggerated disappointment before typing the next message.] I mean I should have figured horror movie = no Google, but still disappointing!

[Kamala straightens up and gets more thoughtful at the rest.] If you have some time? Maybe? I don't know what settling in looks like. My parents have all the money so I can't exactly go shopping for stuff. Kind of assumed I'd be wearing one outfit and sleeping on the floor TBH.

[iisupergirlii]

I haven't seen anyone here take money.
There is some trading that goes on, especially between us and then natives,
but a lot of the stuff here is abandoned. First come, first serve.

I can show you where to get a bed and some blankets, but the jumpsuit is about it. :/ Sorry.

[morphogenia]

[Kamala stares at Kara in surprise.] Wait so our strategy here is to wander around until we find stuff?? And apparently no one leaves clothes behind...???

[iisupergirlii]

[ Kara shrugs, making a helpless, winced face. ]

Welcome to the post-apocalypse? At least I'm pretty sure something apocalyptic had to have happened here, right?

As for the clothes, I have no idea. Maybe that's what they've used to make the jumpsuits? Because who has over a hundred jumpsuits lying around, you know?

[morphogenia]

That's my guess! I mean it's like a video game where stuff just happened like a decade ago or something so nothing is too broken...

[Kamala's confusion gives way to her pointing at Supergirl and rapidly texting,] OMG THANK YOU. IT'S SO WEIRD!!!!! THIS IS LIKE VIDEO GAME THOUGH. YOU ONLY GET A HUNDRED OF THE SAME OUTFIT. IT LEGIT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL UNLESS YOU'RE TOO LAZY TO ANIMATE SOME NEW CLOTHES!!!!!!!

[Yeah sorry she's getting sidetracked.]

[iisupergirlii]

[ Kara's not a gamer. Well, in her defense, she had tried to be a gamer, but Alex had zero interest, and Kenny used to get mad that Kara could press the button combos faster than him. And after Kenny had been killed, Kara hadn't tried again until Winn had convinced her. Then she'd ruined Madden for him, and well.

It just seems to not be for her is what she's getting at here. so, she nods and smiles, looking more than a little lost at Kamala's reference, but sure! like a video game! ]

Yeah, definitely! Luckily for us, jumpsuits aren't all there are. I was really excited to get this back.

[ she gestures to her supersuit and cape. ]

[morphogenia]

[Kamala doesn't bother hiding her admiration of it. That is probably one of the cutest superhero suits she's ever seen. She's a little jealous she didn't think of it even if her suit shares some similarities.]

It's a really good suit! Who made it? Can I ask? I really want to ask, but not be rude so please tell me.

[iisupergirlii]

[oh gosh, Kara wishes she could laugh. she covers her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking. okay, just. give her a moment. she remembers being this excited - heck, the first time when she saved Alex's plane from crashing, it was the most euphoric feeling in the world. And she hadn't even donned the suit yet!]

You can ask everything except my name. ;) My friend made my suit. Well, we designed it together, but he's really great about making suits and armor that can take a beating or fifteen. The cape is from my home planet, though. It was my cousin's baby blanket!

[morphogenia]

[It takes all her self-restraint not to scream 'me too' when Kara explains the suit. She needs to team up with her without question. That has to wait until she can get her suit back. For now she's giddy as memories of forming her first suit flood back to her. The fact that she has a family connection too built into her suit only makes Kamala more interested. Twinsies!!!]

I wouldn't have guessed. Was he mad or flattered you used it???

[iisupergirlii]

[just two superhero gals flying around saving the day!!!!! nbd nbd!!!!]

Oh! He actually sent it to me. It was sort of a good luck present when I first started superhero'ing like him.

[and in that second, the pang of loneliness hits Kara hard. She tries to smile through it, but a flicker of sadness reaches her eyes. She misses Kal-El. She misses him so much it hurts.]

[morphogenia]

[Kamala is about to launch into another happy babble of text about superhero families when she sees that. Her smile softens. She gets that even after losing her family for a five minutes basically.] You really miss him, huh?

[iisupergirlii]

[Kara huffs out a sigh of a laugh, looking up and blinking quickly to try to keep the sudden tears at bay. Geez Louise, she can't just break down here. She has to be strong. when it's safe, she feels, to look at Kamala again, she does with a smile.]

My poker face is horrible, huh? But yeah, I do miss him. He's my only connection to our home planet left, so even though we live pretty far apart, I miss just being able to text him about my day or hear about his. Little stuff.

[morphogenia]

[Kamala smiles sadly. She gets it a little. She cried because she missed her family, after all.] That's okay, you know. Even heroes are allowed to be sad.

[iisupergirlii]

[Kara nods in agreement.] I know. But! I'll be seeing him again, once we all get out of here. :)

For now, we should get you a bed. And some stuff to make that paint! What colors were you thinking?

[morphogenia]

[Kamala smiles broadly. She's already getting carried away.] Blue and gold!!! They're royal colors. Or blue and purple????

[iisupergirlii]

Oh, those are really good! That's a hard choice, though. They're all really good colors! I've always liked yellow, so I think I'd cast my vote for the blue and gold, but what if you had a lavender accent wall?

[HGTV is a creature comfort, no matter what planet you're from ok.]

[morphogenia]

[Color Kamala surprised as she struggles to understand what Kara is talking about.] Wow are you a home remodeling expert????

[iisupergirlii]

LOL definitely not an expert! I just really like painting and home design and remodeling tv show shows. Also, when my sister got her new apartment, I got to decorate the whole thing, but she wanted really boring colors, so that made me sad. At least your room will have great colors!

[morphogenia]

Yeah, but are you sure about this? You're a superhero. Aren't you kind of wasting your time helping me with this?

[iisupergirlii]

[Kara shrugs.] Call it me doing some PR. When I first started being a superhero, I made a tiny little mistake that led to a teensy TINY oil spill. So, I started doing a lot of little, you know, less important good guy stuff to boost my image! I once spent a whole evening helping a family assemble different things from IKEA.

Besides, my sister's always screaming at me to do more normal stuff. This can be that. ;)

[morphogenia]

No way! That's actually a super cool way of handling superheroing.

[She wishes she had thought of that.]

[iisupergirlii]

[Kara's grinning, about to type a response when a sound catches her off guard - sounds carry super well here, and this one's from across Reims, probably the reset room, she imagines. Someone confused and shouting, demanding answers. She should probably go diffuse that situation if she can.]

Hey, something came up. There's someone yelling in the reset room, so I should probably check that out. But hey! Once you figure out that paint, let me know, and I will be SO ready to help you DIY your place!!!

It was nice meeting you. :)


(ooc: I hope ur ok that I took the liberties to wrap this up some since it's from... February... and I'm planning on hitting up Kamala's new post when I'm not drowning lmfao. I CAN CHANGE IT IF YOU HAD DIFFERENT IDEAS THO.)

you're fine! I really need to start wrapping up her intro stuff anyways

[morphogenia]

[Kamala smiles fondly. She gets it completely.] Nice to meet you too!

[She offers up a wave as Supergirl leaves. What a nice lady.]