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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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Could be that, but for instance, a girl was askin' on the network a little while ago if anyone saw her friend go missing. You think those Sound Eaters got her and she just didn't show up back in the Reset Room?
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From what I have heard, it is not a guarantee that we will be revived.
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Then I hope that's wrong. Hope she's just missing.
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I hope so, too. What an awful place to wind up in.
And yet somehow it is still an improvement on my past life.
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Sounds like ya had it rough. What was it like?
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The affectionate gesture somehow catches Akechi off guard and for a moment he looks genuinely surprised... even though he'd imbibed that drink, the fact remains that such gestures are absolutely foreign to him, and it shows on his face. It's a look that asks, too painfully honestly, "Did you really mean to do that?"
And then that question... has him lowering his gaze and furrowing his brow. He shifts, suddenly distinctly uncomfortable.]
I'm not sure that I should say. You may, and others may look at me completely differently if they knew.
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What's that about? You're a serious kid.
But if you don't wanna tell anyone, then don't. No one's got the right to drag it outta you.
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[. . .]
My name's Goro Akechi.
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[ Came the reply, wow what a coincidence. It came written with the kanji for 'truth', 'island', and 'bright' -- only the 'go' part was the same. ]
Pretty badass given name, if I say so myself.
i done goofed again
"Truth island", hm? It sounds romantic.
What part of Japan are you from?
don't worry about it, I do it all the time
[ Which was a little odd, since he typed like he was the most Kansai dude alive. ]
What about you, Akechi-kun? You a Kanto guy?
lord help me
Which ward is that?
And that I am. Chiyoda, since we're being precise.
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[ Well, that was weird. Kamurocho was pretty infamous for its red-light district, not to mention its connection to the Tojo. ]
It's only 25 minutes west from Chiyoda by train.
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I generally don't make a habit of going to Shinjuku, so perhaps that's why.
[He can't imagine it would do anything good for his reputation...]
Either way, I don't think I've ever heard of Kamurocho even in passing.
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[ He paused. ]
Actually, maybe it's better if ya don't know much about it.
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[Akechi doesn't think that it would be something he'd be interested in, even if he were a little older.
He's still leaning on Majima, feeling incredibly comfortable despite the usual distance he keeps from people. He regards the older man with a gentle curiosity. He seems tough, but there's a gentle note to him, too— but maybe that's just the effect of the drink...?]
This is nice. Being this relaxed. I actually haven't been this relaxed in a long time. And the touching is nice, too.
[This compassionate, platonic touching... It's something he's only recently started to do a little more of, and only even more recently to this extent. It feels so... fulfilling. Nice.]
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You really are under a lotta stress, huh? That ain't any good. Kid like you oughtta be able to kick back and play around in your free time.
[ He wasn't sure what to say about that last. Was it that unusual? What kind of parents did Akechi have, anyway? Judging from that least reaction, not ones that spent a lot of quality time with him... ]
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[Yeah... he really is that wound up.]
But to be honest, I probably deserve to feel the way that I usually do.
[A pause, and then:]
Sorry, I shouldn't be dumping this all on you when we've only just met.
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Don't worry about that part; I heard plenty of sob stories, believe me.
But ain't you a little young to be drownin' your sorrows in booze?
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He brings his legs up, then, curling into Majima's side.]
Believe me, eighteen years is more than long enough. Especially when you've spent most of them growing up in various orphanages and foster homes.
[... heh, apparently this drink is relaxing him enough to be a little more open about his past. But then he abruptly remembers that Majima is from Japan, as well, and may well hold that same prejudice against orphans that many in Japan do.
... but it's too late to take it back now. He's rather tense as he presses on:]
That's right... I'm a filthy orphan. I understand if you don't want anything to do with me.
[Already assuming that it won't be taken well, he gets off of Majima, putting distance back between them that he assumes the older man wants.]
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So you're an orphan. So?
[ True, orphans weren't treated very fairly in Japan. But it wasn't like they were subhuman or anything, and yakuza in general didn't come from nice, stable, supportive nuclear families with a mom and dad and two kids and a cat. Some of them even filtered up out of institutions like that. ]
What, you think I'm gonna hold that against ya? More than one kid around here with a missing parent or two.
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Hesitantly, he responds:]
Most do. Bad blood and all.
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Anyone that tells ya that is an idiot. Orphans, or people from good families... they all bleed the same color.
[ He gestured toward Akechi for emphasis. ]
There's plenty of people out there ready to judge you for all kindsa bullshit. If you let that hold ya back, that weight's gonna pull ya right under with 'em.
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You're right, of course. And I've worked hard to overcome that stigma, back home.
Still, it is always a relief to meet someone who thinks nothing of it. So thank you.
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[ This was such a weird conversation to be having, but whatever. Being supportive and e n c o u r a g i n g ]
You plan on going to university?
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