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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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Since this morning. Same with you?
[He's pointing at her jumpsuit.]
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yeah
how are you settling in? all things considered
did you find a place to sleep?
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No one had asked him if he wanted to cope with this, now. He just has to, so that's what he tries to do. It's why he tailors a response so as not to sound like he's whining, expression mild. She's being friendly with him; he thinks being friendly in return is not putting the burden of what he really feels on her.]
It's going okay. Trying to carry the heavier stuff and remember I can't start talking whenever I feel like it is a little weird, but with so many people around to pitch in it's easier.
There's a bunch of us in #11. We dug up some stuff so we won't be on the floor tonight. If you need a place there's still some space.
[Unless she's allergic to horses. With a centaur in the living room, there's really no avoiding it.]
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that's sweet of you
but i got a place
just wanted to make sure you do, too
i don't think staying out around here is the best idea
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Yeah, they make it sound like these things can hear a pin drop. I wouldn't want to try camping outside. I haven't seen a single animal since I got here, have you?
[It's probably not because they all migrated south for the winter.]
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i keep thinking about this dog i had for a while, wishing he could be here
but i think it's actually better he isn't
[ she smiles back, a little soft, tinged with the memory of toto ]
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What's his name? Do you still have him?
We lived in an apartment that didn't allow dogs, so we couldn't get one.
[Lived. Also past tense.]
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his name's toto
and no
stuff happened and we got separated
[ as in, dorothy returned to kansas and toto stayed in oz. but she doesn't know how to put that in terms that don't sound crazy. then again, this whole place is no more and no less crazy than oz, isn't it? ]
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That sucks. Sorry about your dog.
The same happened to me and my friend. We got separated.
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i'm sorry to hear that
who's your friend? can he take care of himself? or she
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I know you're not supposed to guess a girl's age, but I can say he's older than you. If anyone can handle himself, it's him. I'm not worried.
[He puts on a smile to punctuate the point, but even so, it's not a stretch to see there's more to it. It's not just that Dorothy's dog and Jake's gunslinger are on their own--they're not here. They're not with them. Dorothy and Jake are the ones on their own, and it squeezes at the heart of the boy in question.]
The last thing I remember, we were in New York together. [Well, sort of. Close enough to be the easiest answer.] You?
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and i was in kansas before all this
[ and in oz before all that. ]
i've never been to new york but i always wanted to visit it some day
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Maybe you can after this. If the door that let us in lets us out.
It's noisy all the time in New York. I never noticed it as much until now.
[Well, that's not precisely true. He'd noticed in Mid-World, too. No cars. No buzz of power lines. But you could still talk out loud without worrying about dying--it had that going for it.]
Is that safe?
[The last question is paired with a pointing finger directed at the drink in her hand. Dorothy gets points for not acting really weird and flushed in the face like some people--like they're drunk with the need to be touchy-feely cranked up to 12.]
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i hope it will
or that we'll figure out a way to make it
that would probably be better because then we can control it
[ at his other question, she glances down at her drink. then shrugs. ]
should be, yeah
[ but she's noticed that a lot of people are acting weird, too, so she makes a bit of a face as she types it ]
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Yeah, I think so, too. But I get the feeling the people here aren't telling us everything they know about it.
[Jake is watching and he sees she doesn't look all that sure. Now he's a little worried for her. She seems nice, it'd be a shame for her to go cuckoo for red liquid cocoa puffs.]
Maybe you'd better not risk it.
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maybe they have a reason not to tell us
[ but the look on her face says she's not convinced of that, either. she hasn't had great experiences with the native population of oz, after all. not on the whole. ]
it's just a drink
[ but she sets it aside for the moment ]
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Maybe. If I were them, I'd be a little worried about us, too.
Better safe than sorry. It looks too much like that red dust to me.
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[ to both of those things. dorothy doesn't sigh, but it's a close thing. and then she sets the drink aside for good. ]
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What were you doing before you remember waking up? Could be there's a pattern to it.
[Jake relaxes a bit, content to rest his arms over his knees with his device in his hands. Talking helps to distract from what they're talking about.]
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that's the last thing i remember before this place
you?
[ he relaxes and it prompts a small smile from dorothy. she's glad to see some of the tension leave his frame. ]
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There's a squirm in his stomach. Figures it wouldn't be that easy to find something that connects all of them.]
I was using a portal to travel to a place called Mid-World.
I was thinking maybe it got the destination wrong and sent me here instead. But now I'm not so sure.
[He types this out with a distinct lack of amazement for the inter-world travel he's describing, having already come to terms with the reality that other worlds exist. That part's old news.]
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[ huh. that's pretty odd. she really didn't think that happened to a lot of people. ]
so have i
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[If he looks surprised, it's for the same reason. He's met more people who've crossed worlds in just this one day than he ever thought was possible his entire life. Maybe that's what they have in common.]
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how did you get there?
[ tornado? ]
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Portals. There are a couple in New York.