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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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He responds with a nod rather than typing, but he supposes she expects more from him than that, so he'll type - albeit slowly. He's still getting used to the device. ]
i'm not sure why i'm here.
[ He clearly doesn't have a lot of party spirit at the moment and it's tempting to leave and go back to his room to wallow, but he finds himself being concerned for those who drank the jars of strange liquid without knowing what it would do to them, even if Lucas judges them a little for having it in the first place. ]
i don't trust the drink. i've been poisoned before.
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first she seems shocked at what he writes before she gives a rueful and empathetic smile, recalling the first jolt of shock and horror that hit her when she had been on the wrong end of an 'altered' cup.
not a good time. ]
I can get that feeling. First time getting poisoned makes you suspicious of anything offered.
I've been meaning to ask some of the townsfolk if they knew what was in it or who made the drinks but it's been hard to get any answers.
[ mostly because she has to keep them from flirting or hugging with her during the conversations. ]
Do you think there's a risk of the others being poisoned? Much as I'm worried for them, they don't seem to be showing there typical signs of it and I not want to go accusing the townsfolk of something so-
[ hmmm. a polite word for this. ]
Sharp.
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i think right now their minds are preoccupied with other things. [ Like intimacy. ]
nobody appears to be dying. perhaps we should just keep a watchful eye before making any accusations. [ As strange as the situation is, there's peace, at least compared to what he's used to. Certain accusations might break that and Lucas isn't so keen to antagonize anyone without his sword for protection. ]
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so she settles down, keeping herself away from the prying, prowling eyes of current attendes unless something calls for intervention. hopefully that never occurs. ]
I take it that you learned the hard way about what the drink does to the consumer too?
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it's not a pleasant experience.
[ He doesn't remember much, it seemed to happen so fast. He'd been choking, his heart pumping too hard, his vision fading and Dorothy telling him to stay with her while quickly putting together some kind of antidote.
(He wonders maybe if it had been for the best if he'd let him die in that house. Dorothy certainly would have been better off.)
Moving swiftly on - ] you are new to this land?
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poisoning attempts and near death experiences aside, she does miss the starship that she's come to call home and those she calls friends. well, er, those she can call friends with confidence and certainty after the mutineers' efforts have been thwarted for good.
shaking her head as if to shoo those thoughts away, she continues, ] I was in space, the Coralix Nycxun system, when brought here. We were making plans to find a friendly planet that would allow us to dock in one of their space stations to recuperate and recover from out latest adventure.
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we? you and who else?
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My friends on the Lornful Light. A starship that I was an officer on. We were on a mission to look for a group that we believe could help their planet.
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Well, less happy for her since she's been pulled away from that to here. ]
why did their world need help?
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how does one politely explain that their civil warm - which had spilled across the galaxy - caused their planet to become a husk of its former self without killing the mood.
…
… by vaguely as possible, she decides. ]
Their planet is no longer habitable for most lifeforms now. Even for them and they’re a sturdy species.
They’re hoping that if they find the first settlers of the planet, only known as the Wandering Wonders, than maybe they can learn the secrets of how they first got Galateon to become thrive in the first place.
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[ Lucas wonders how she got into all this. ]
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to be fair… the hiring process at the time… it was pretty lax...
]‘hey you wanna join my ship you’re neat enough.’ ‘sure.’
Officially it was being a liaison. I made sure everyone got along and didn’t start fights in the mess hall. Our chief medical officer can't spend their entire day attaching limbs again. [ she hopes that came across as the joke she intended. she really does. ] What about you?
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i've been given the role of a hunter here.
[ It's hard to talk about the past, but that's probably what she's more interested in, and after she's told him so much, he should return the favor. ]
i was a wizard's guard back home. although i don't remember my time as one. [ He doesn't remember a lot of things. ]
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[ she looks intrigued when he mentions ‘wizard’s guard’ because huh. she’s been meeting a lot of individuals who seem to hail from worlds where magic is common or common enough for them. huh. that's an interesting tidbit for her to think on later.
but she does notice that he claims he can’t remember his time in that position. that certainly gets her attention. ]
If you don't remember your time as a guard then can I ask what were you doing before coming here? [ she quickly adds, ] If I can ask that, of course! If you don’t want to answer than that’s fine too.
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[ Not that he had many friends back home - that he remembers anyway - but he certainly knows someone who often gets into trouble, usually to do the right thing. ]
i was looking for answers. i was on a journey to find someone who could return my memories to me, so i would know who i am.
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and then she sobers up a bit but not completely. the smile is still there. a tad wistful. ]
I hope you had your friends with you while you were looking for those answers. In my experience, they can really help make a journey a lot more bearable.
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i had companions. one of them is here. [ Who he cares for very much, but it's... complicated. ]
we cannot be the same here as we were back home. [ No matter how much he wants them to go back to the way they were. ]
she told me i betray her. i wish it not to be true. it doesn't feel like more memories were taken from me, but that she is ahead of me in time?
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that... that is a lot to take in. and, perhaps, a sore topic for her considering what she and radiance and the others have been through. she presses a hand against her mouth, now deep in thought as she tries to put her thoughts into some semblance of words before she writes. ]
There is a good chance you're both from the same world but are from different timelines. It's not too much of a stretch to consider. I've met people who are far from the far flung future or are from the past.
Maybe it doesn't have to be true. There's a chance it won't happen now that you've been told about it and you don't want to do it.
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is it not too late if she has already experienced it? i don't want to return home if it means i have to experience what she's told me.
not that it matters anyway. i can't change the fact that she'll probably never trust me ever again.
[ Honestly, it's any wonder how he hasn't made noise on purpose yet just so the sound eaters can come get him and he'll receive what he deserves. He truly hates himself for what he's done - will do? It's a confusing mess. ]
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It’ll be difficult to convince your friend from the future that this can be changed. I won’t lie about that.
But what about your friend who you were with before this occurred? Before the betrayal happened? I don’t think fate is set in stone. It’s more like a script. One that people can change and adjust as they please. [ as for her not trusting him again... ] It must be a raw wound for her still. Perhaps time and distance can help its progress.
And perhaps her seeing you giving her the time and distance can be beneficial too.
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[ How is it possible that his last memories from home were a while ago for Dorothy? He has no idea. And he's sure it's only the beginning of things that will stump him here. ]
i'm giving her space. our houses are far away from each other.
[ He's clearly not happy about the distance. He's so used to protecting her - it gave him a purpose. Still, he'll probably still try to protect her from afar, if that's even possible. He'll find a way. ]
i'm so sorry this is late i thought i posted my tag
[ it's not a satisfying answer, she knows. but it's the most one can do in a situation like this. ]
It won't be easy but, sooner or later, something will happen. It maybe something in your favour. It maybe something not in your favour. But something will happen and, at least, resolution will occur.
I hope it happens soon for you and your friend.
no worries!
A resolution - something to look forward to and dread. Everything is hanging in the balance for him at the moment. Only time will tell. ]
thank you.
forgive me, i did not mean to unload my problems on you.
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this smile is one that leans towards sunshine than softness. for one thing it actually reaches the light of her eyes as she shakes her head in assurance to him. ]
It's not a problem at all. I'm honoured you're willing to discuss these sort of things with me.
Besides! This was sort of my job back on the ship. I did what I could for my friends. The least I can do here as well while we're working together.
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i feel this conversation has lifted some weight off my shoulders. [ Not all of it, but some of it. It's definitely helped. ]
if you ever need someone to talk to, i can return the favor.
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