quietplacelogs | 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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NAVIGATION

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[Will's already fiddling gently with the bracelet, making it light up and fade away, again and again. But at that he looks up, fixes her with a searching look.]

why? [Why me, he means. At this point, Will Byers does not consider himself someone worthy of protection. Not after everything.]

[She gives him a long look back and then grins.]

Because you heard me and that makes you pretty special.

[Merlan's smile softens.]

I'm fairly sure you're like me, Will -- someone who's been through something pretty scary. But you're here, in a new and stranger world than the one you left behind. Besides, it's my job to see that you're safe. I also like you because you remind me of myself when I was younger.

[She taps her temple.]

You're smart.

[Will is already shaking his head, automatically, blushing to the tips of his ears. Compliments!! What does he do with them?]

i'm not special or smart. i'm just. will.

You're special and you're smart, Just Will.

[She scrunches up her nose and waggles a finger.]

Say it with me. I'm special, smart, and awesome. Why? Cuz you just did the same trip I did. I betcha there's no other Just Wills out here who've done that.

[He scrunches his nose back, but he's grinning a little in spite of himself, even if his face is still red.]

okay, okay, if you say so. but will is a super common name. there's definitely other will's here.

[She leans a little to gently bump him.]

I only know one Just Will. Might be cool to run into someone else named Will, though. But he'd be Will the Second.

I mean, unless you want me to call you something else.

[Merlan totally sticks her tongue out at him.]

[By the time she sticks her tongue out, Will is overwhelmed with blushing, grinning and ducking his head.]

nooooo just will is fine

[Good. He's grinning and that's really what he needs. Maybe Merlan, too. It makes her really happy to see him like that. Life's a touch less scary when you have a friend.]

Alright, Will. You want to go exploring? Hopefully, I can find a nice hot drink somewhere maybe some food, too.

[Now Will just looks perplexed, giving her a confused look.]

you want to go with me?

[She pulls a ridiculous face, teasing him gently.]

No, I want some other Will to go with me.

[Merlan offers her gloved hand, turning over, palm up for him to take.]

We have a whole adventure to go on,
right? You just have to figure out who you wanna be.

[He still looks a bit unsure, but he'll accept the hand, carefully, his own very cold.]

okay. right now I think I'm just hungry though.

[Hers are cold, too, even through the gloved fabric as she closes her hand around his, rising to her feet slowly, still typing.]

If there's anything I wish for, it's a cup of tea. Calms my nerves. If you could have anything, food or drink, what would it be?

[Maybe they take it slow out of here - just in case - but they'll get themselves some food. Merlan hopes it's good but whatever comes her way, it's going down as if it's five-stars. Can't complain with the food if it's being offered, right?]

[Will tags along, though he walks slowly and carefully, like he's sore or exhausted or something. Still, the question has him thinking very seriously for a long moment.]

reeses pieces.

That's a pretty good answer.

[She moves at Will's pace without complaint, not trying to move any faster.]

it was halloween pretty recently back where i'm from. [The mention of home, as always, has Will's shoulders drooping a bit.]

That's probably one of my favourite holidays. Definitely, candy included but dressing up was kinda awesome.

[She sees his shoulders droop a little.]

You can't go wrong with peanut butter and chocolate, though.

INTRO LOG #2

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Perfect.

this is adorable omg

ikr? I can't even.

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