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quietplacelogs2018-02-12 02:11 pm
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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But 2B isn't here. And the feelings are exacerbated by the memories of 2B that she holds in her system.
It doesn't take much for A2 to more or less press 9S against the wall and aggressively start making out with him.]
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At first he just stands there, shoulders tense and his lips parted in a dumbfounded expression as she kisses him. The sensation of lips moving against his own is completely foriegn; something he'd only ever seen in ancient human footage.
But it feels...nice?
The red drink isn't enough to erase all the tension between A2 and himself, but 9S was already curious by nature. He probably didn't need a drink at all to stand here and let A2 kiss him.]
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She kicks his shin (lightly) to try and spur him into a more active roll.]
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Here he was just trying to observe and enjoy the experience, and A2 kicked him! So he bites her lip.]
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A2 makes a noise against the kiss, and, ultimately, ends up biting him back. Harder.]
cw: barbie and ken make-out
Well, that and the thought that they probably shouldn't be making any noise...
He doesn't really know how to kiss? Why is A2 kissing him anyway? She wouldn't agree to a truce, and she called him useless, but this is okay? He could never tell what she was thinking.
9S tentatively begins to move his lips. He just wants to try it himself, then he can ask her.]
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A2 is also completely down with him slowly kissing her back, as long as he's kissing her back.]
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He presses a hand to her chest and pushes back, breaking the kiss despite the heavy blush on his cheeks. He follows up with a quick sign.] What are you doing?
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[And she had been enjoying it until he'd pushed her away? But her cheeks are just as red as his are.
He's kind of cute like this? It's something that A2 will look back on and absolutely want to die over.]
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[9S emphasizes the "why" with a sharp gesture, while the rest remains almost flippant.]
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[Like, why else would anyone kiss anyone else?]
You got a problem with it?
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[9S can think of at least one, maybe even two reasons.]
Humans used to kiss all the time, but we androids... I mean, I've never really thought about it before?
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[And then A2 leans in, real close. She doesn't go for another one yet, but her intent to is pretty clear. It's 9S's last chance to push her face away before he gets another smooch.]
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Wait, really? Who?
[Whether or not she'll actually see his signing is another story.]
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But A2's lips still feel nice against his own...
This time, he kisses her back without so much hesitation.]
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But the feeling is mutual. His lips feel nice on her own, and him kissing her back without her having to persuade him with another kick is pretty great, honestly.
Though A2 doesn't have any plans to add tongue into the mix, she is going to more or less pin him against the wall with her heavier frame, because they're kissing? Why wouldn't you want to be close to the person you're locking lips with.]
cw: barbie and ken reach 2nd base
He's also just now remembering that A2 is naked.]
how do you just realize that A2 is naked. shes always naked.
Which includes her running his tongue against his and feeling her systems pick up as internal fans hum extremely faintly.]
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He can still gasp, and in this case, he can still let out a whimper of a moan against A2's mouth as she pushes her tongue into his.
It was just an imitation of human intimacy...
But he couldn't ignore the way his body heated up, and then flushed itself with coolant. The effect left 9S feeling a little light-headed when he finally reached out to pull his arms around A2's waist.]
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Truthfully, she's in just as bad of a state as he is now, with delicate parts heating up only to be flushed with coolant to bring down the heat. To vent the rapidly rising excess heat through her breath...
It's nice. For some reason, kissing 9S is nice.]
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He tries signing again, but it just comes out as one long, non-verbal equivalent of an "ummmmmm".]
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She pulls back just enough to barely give them both room to sign.]
What?
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