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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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I should, and the fact that I don't is what has me worried.
[But not so worried that he's in a hurry to find out, because he's comfy where he is and life feels particularly pleasant right in this moment.]
I suppose we shouldn't have any more of that drink either way.
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[Especially since it is so nice where he is. He leans even more into the touch, enjoying every moment of it, and in return his arms snake around Ignis's waist. It's not so different from when they're in the tent and one of them throws an arm over the other in their sleep...
...okay, he's pretty sure he's the only one who's ever done that. And it's pretty embarrassing when it happens, except nothing at all feels embarrassing right now. Whatever's in that drink is good stuff.]
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I'm glad you're here, Prompto.
[It brings him an indescribable amount of happiness and relief to see him here, despite the circumstances of this place.]
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He's not really used to Ignis saying he's glad to have Prompto around; hearing that (or rather, reading it) now lifts his heart.]
awwwwwww
you're gonna make me blush, Iggy.
glad to be here too, I guess.
or wherever you guys are. that's where I want to be.
[It's the only place he's ever wanted to be.]
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I feel the same.
[He misses Insomnia. He misses the gorgeous, beautiful city he's lived in for so long. But his true home has always been at the side of the people he cares about. Noctis, for sure, but Noctis isn't the only person in his life. Gladio and Prompto are also irreplaceable.
It's hard for him to imagine life without them, and he had a taste of that in the month that it was only just him and Noct. It was awful. He felt like there were parts of him missing the whole time. He doesn't want the four of them to be split up again.]
You are always welcome to share my company.
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Even if Ignis doesn't always let his guard down to show it. But he is now, and Prompto can't help but smile, snuggling even closer to Ignis if that's possible at this point.]
thanks. you're always welcome to hang with me, too.
[Of course, he feels like that shouldn't need saying, but he'll say it anyway. Just in case.]
I guess as long as we're here together, might as well make the best of things.
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That's what we've been doing this entire time. We simply just need to keep doing it.
[Here, Lucis, they've had it tough for a while. The scenery has changed and they need to be careful about making noise, but other than that, they simply just need to adapt a little. If there's one good thing about this place, it's the fact that there's no Imperials here. At least not until the Reset Room decides to spit out High Commander Ravus Nox Fleuret or something, which Ignis would be entirely unsurprised to see, given their luck.]
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yeah. I think we're getting pretty good at it.
[It's getting harder to type the closer he gets pulled in to Ignis, but he manages somehow. He wishes he knew the kind of sign language the natives have, but he hasn't managed to pick up any of it yet. He hopes there are classes...
For now, he has to make due with texting, and he does have a question.]
btw. got any theories about all this?
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Do you mean about this place?
["Theories" is perhaps too strong a word, as he has little in the way of evidence to support any theory. But he has given this place some thought, as is second nature to him.]
This is certainly nowhere on Eos. I've spoken to many people and they claim to come from all kinds of places I've never heard of, although some say they are familiar with this place, but not in this state.
[Apparently they're in a country called "France" on the planet "Earth." Ignis thinks these naming conventions are silly. Who calls a planet "Earth?" It's like naming an ocean "Water." And don't get him started on "New Jersey," which, from what's he's heard, is a horrid, horrid place.]
Something must have happened to put this place in the state it's in, however, the locals aren't exactly forthcoming.
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He nods against Ignis's shoulder in response to the question. He reads the response thoughtfully - well, as thoughtfully as he can while most of his brain is still focused on cuddling as close to Ignis as humanly possible.]
you'd think they would want to tell us. we might be able to help.
[What they could do to help, he's not sure. But they've taken on the trials of gods and they've destroyed whole Imperial bases themselves, so surely they can figure something out.]
if any hunters have tried to fight them, maybe they could tell us what they learned. if this place HAS hunters.
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[At least, nothing like Meldacio's hunters. The only hunters here are the kind that go out to find game to bring back and feed the town.]
I've seen some Sound Eaters. They're terrifying.
[They make daemons look downright cuddly in comparison.]
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you've SEEN one??
[Prompto was under the impression that everyone stayed away from them, but if Ignis has gotten close enough to see them, perhaps they prowl nearer to the buildings than he realized.]
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Yes. It was shortly before you and Gladio arrived here. The locals took us to a large city to see them. From a distance.
[He tries to think of a way to describe them to Prompto, but he can't. The only words that appear in his mind are all synonyms for the word "gruesome."]
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sounds like the least fun field trip ever.
[He doesn't envy Ignis, but he is worried about him having to see something like that.]
are you okay?
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Yes.
[No.
But he can't tell Prompto that, even if he has to lie about it. He's okay, he tells himself. That happened weeks ago. Weeks ago he saw those monstrosities and he saw a local die in their mad haste to get away from them. He's over it now.
He's okay. He has to be. He needs to be okay.
He's not allowed to be not okay.]
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But that was still a long enough pause that Prompto catches on to it. He's pretty sure he's being lied to.]
if you say so, Iggy
[But he hugs him a little closer, all the same.]