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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_{[God, it's hard being outnumbered by pre-Y2K people who weren't born with an ingrained urge to check their phones every three seconds. He could telepathically tell the guy to pay attention, but Jake can clearly see there could be some serious downsides to invading people's minds when the slightest gasp of surprise could summon a monster.]}

Because it's not safe.

_{[Once satisfied he's gotten Steve's attention and his career directing air traffic is ending before it's even started, he turns back to his device, shooting off a rapid-fire reply. Hopefully playing off a natural fear of the unknown is enough.]}

[ listen. steve sees these devices and thinks government and considering his track record, you want to let him be for like three seconds? he's kind of processing a whole lot. including reminding himself that he has to look at a thing in order to communicate.

the telepathy thing could be useful, but also yes - huge possible downsides, including giving steve that final push right off the edge.

still, currently, he's being told by some kid he doesn't know in a place that shouldn't exist that something isn't safe and steve, despite the understanding that okay, maybe he should take it a little more seriously, just kind of stares at him. it's not safe? really? ]

so like everywhere else?

[ he doesn't mean to be like this, he's just had a long...few days. ]

_{[He can have those three seconds, just not going that way. The more Jake listens to the ominous feeling in his gut, the more he believes it. He's starting to get used to those feelings.

--Like he's used to that look. The one Steve's giving him now, the one that says no matter how convincingly he argues he's not getting blood out of a skeptical stone. It barely fazes him. He's accustomed to responses like this from his therapist. At least Steve wears his feelings more honestly. Maybe if he quantifies it a little more it'll be easier for Steve to make sense of...]}

Worse.

_{[One handed, he collects some of the fine red dust off the sleeve of his jumpsuit and rubs it between his fingers, presenting his stained fingertips to the older boy.]}

It's blowing in from that direction. I don't think it's good for us.

[ steve has no real reason to hide his scepticism. he's been around enough kids who are a lot smarter and a lot more aware than he will ever be, so hiding that from this new kid isn't really on his mind. does that make steve any less tired? no. but he's trying.

though with little to no reaction to that look has steve chilling out a little bit. worse? steve frowns. ]

worse how?

[ he looks from the red dust, then further down the road - where it's coming from, what it's covering, etc. ]

what does that do?

_{[If he could answer that, Steve, he would. Alas, he's just as new and just as confused.]}

Call it a hunch. We wake up gagging on that stuff, and now it's in the air? This is a different world. It could be radioactive for all we know.

_{[It's better than saying it tickles the back part of his mind where that incomprehensible sixth sense rests. Bruce Willis had thought Haley Joel Osmont was nuts at first, too.]}

radioactive?
you mean like nuclear bombs?

[ his understand is limited... ]

wouldn't it be more important to find out where it's coming from and stop it, then?

Maybe.

_{[But Steve's argument they should do something about it is a nutshot straight to Jake's irrepressible urge to dive into trouble. He'd be lying if a large part of him didn't want to see the cause, despite his unease.

He pinches his bottom lip between his teeth. He's eleven, and weak. Must you hit him where it hurts like this?]}

I just don't feel good about it. What if something happens to you?

_{[He's eleven, and physically weaker than what it would take to haul Steve's size and build back to safety. Don't make him watch you get grievously hurt and stand and be useless???]}

[ yes, well. he's 18 and also weak, and kind of used to being behind the times and possibly wants to try and fix that. but he actually does pick up a little bit of hesitation, there, and steve just kind of watches him for a moment. ]

why do you care what happens to me?

[ he's eleven and they literally just met???? ]

_{[Why? Why wouldn't he? Jake furrows his brow like it's an odd question, because it is to him. What kind of sociopathic eleven-year-olds who'd wish someone harm are you hanging out with, Steve Harrington?]}

Because I don't want anything to happen to you?

Because that dust does weird stuff, like I said.

_{[What other reasons does he need?]}

INTRO LOG #2

Jean-Ralphio, he's here for you!!!

blanket 'i'm the worst you don't have to backtag if you don't want to but also i love him so'

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