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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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... In any case, he. Genuinely didn't expect to be offered that toothbrush, so pardon the blink and the momentary stare.
After opening and then closing his mouth, he does reach out and take said toothbrush. He, uh. No, he is not afraid of "catching" any "cooties" from that mouth. His mind has already provided other ways to do so. ]
Thanks...
[ While quietly releasing an exhale, he does walk over to begin brushing his teeth, and trying very hard not to think too hard about it. Goddamn it, that drink really was a bad idea. There are way too many things going through his head, and he's having to focus hard on thoughts of fuzzy kittens.
Cute... fuzzy kittens, and not what it would be like to turn around and pin Akechi to the wa-- goddamn it.
Once he's down, he leans to rinse the toothbrush and his mouth.
With a quiet, calm breath, he walks over and wipes his mouth. The toothbrush is then being placed in the place he remembers Akechi taking it from. His eyes are carefully remaining on Akechi's face. ]
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But he is certainly drinking in that view like it's the morning sunrise.
When Akira looks at him intently, he raises a sly, playful eyebrow in reciprocation, and heads back to the bedroom, enjoying the other boy's focus on him entirely too much. How powerful it makes him feel, to have this rebellious, stubborn boy utterly entranced and spellbound by him. To watch him lose his self-control more and more...
It's too bad he hasn't asked or made any suggestive moves. Akechi would have so delighted to see the frustration in his eyes as he gently declined, a delicious prize dangling just out of his reach. Still, he's been ogled quite openly, and that in itself is incredibly satisfying.
He settles on top of the bed as he waits for the other boy, the pose more casual and relaxed than he would normally allow for. Briefly, he wonders to himself, would he ever trust him in such an intimate position, where he was so weak and vulnerable?
... Maybe. But not today. Not while they're both under the influence.]
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... Things are too complicated, and he still has some mixed feelings.
As soon as he's settled into bed, he takes a moment to simply look at the older teen. His lips draw together tightly for a moment. While he isn't going to initiate anything along the lines of them dating, there's nothing wrong with a gentle touch to the face, right? Because, that's exactly what he's doing - his fingers brush against one of Akechi's cheeks, his own expression softened.
With that, he's moving to slide under the blankets. ]
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That touch... that light, gentle touch on his cheek... has his own expression softening as well in wonder, has his heart skipping a few beats.
... surely, all just effects of the drink... akira's touches and his reactions to them— all of it was... induced, not real...
With that thought, he slides under the covers as well, hesitating a moment before moving forward to wrap his arms around Kurusu. His breath catches a little at how intimate it feels, skin against skin, and he practically melts into it, snuggling right up to the other man.
Tomorrow, this would be no more than a dream, so for this moment, he was going to soak it up like every second was his last.]
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He knows, as soon as whatever this is fades, he'll go right back to being someone Akechi isn't fully comfortable being around. And everything will be their form of normal, where the detective isn't someone he should see as anything beyond a person who was used and abused, guided through a series of terrible actions.
With a quiet exhale, he wraps both arms around the opposite form. He closes his eyes, letting his lips rest against the top of the older teen's head. Just for now... Let them have this moment, and then they can resume their regularly scheduled conflict.
At least, when he drifts off, it's one of the most restful sleeps of his life. ]