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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs2018-02-12 02:11 pm

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.

OOC
From your mods:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun!

NAVIGATION



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dorothy gale | emerald city

[personal profile] tornadoed 2018-02-12 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
i. put a sock in it
[ there are rules. guidelines. dorothy has never been great at following the rules, but something tells her that she really, really has to try. she's only just managed to get home and being here feels like a blow, something unimaginable. as impossible as oz.

how lucky can one girl be, anyway? at least no one has tortured her so far.

she ventures out, walking along the sandy paths, searching for a place to stay and eventually settling on the deck of house two. when encountering a stranger — anyone, really, because everyone here seems to be a stranger — she gives a little wave. if they stop, if they seem willing to chat, she'll type - ]
hi

[ so eloquent. she's trying not to be too freaked out by all this, but it's hard. ]


ii. the place inside
[ dorothy's breath feels ragged and heavy and far too loud. she's holding the device tightly in one hand, clinging to it because it's something familiar. the only familiar thing in this place, really. for a moment, there are tears in her eyes — but they dry quickly, dust coating her eyes and making it difficult to see.

she has to stay quiet. she has to protect her lungs. she lifts one arm, setting her sleeve before her mouth and nose. it doesn't help much, but at least a little. everything is so loud. dorothy closes her eyes tightly, typing blindly: ]


any tips

[ someone please help ]


iii. wildcard
[ want something else? go for it or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] abiosis ]
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Aaron Taylor | WoD OC | OTA

[personal profile] xochipilli_cursed 2018-02-12 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
A) The Place Inside - Community Guard
[Let a fool die a fool's death. It applies to others as much as it applies to him. Still, after his first attempt to follow the red sand and subsequent problems, he knows this trap isn't normal and there's no normal way to know what you are going up against.

He quickly retreats from the island and the red sand when things start to get strange. He made a few promises after all to not push his luck just yet. After an escape, a bit of accidental discovery and frustration with this domain he finds himself in, he decides to try something new. He's not a super hero. But maybe he can deny whatever is doing that it's prizes.

So he gathers up bottles of water at a safe place across from the Iles Lacrox and he ventures in looking for those who cross. He's not going as a person though. Standing around 7 feet tall, covered in fur and wearing a large red jumpsuit, the werecoyote goes to snatch people from the red sands grip and bring them back to the bottles of water. He's fast and strong and can carry most people quickly if they don't put up a fight. Sadly he can't really talk or type like this.

He just hopes Xochipilli enjoys this.]


(If you want to run into a werecoyote in a jumpsuit trying to rescue your character, hit this prompt up. If you want to have your character traumatized by a monster trying to snatch them feel free to hit this up as well.)

B) The Place Inside - Aftermath
[Drinking water and trying to lay down in shallow water will only help him for so long, eventually Aaron has to call it quits on the rescue attempts.

The red sand is everywhere and just won't go away, so he shifts down to coyote form and tries to find small areas of water to lay down and soak in. Also means he's seen around town again as a coyote but maybe people will just think him a stray dog or something. The wet, sand caked coyote makes his way around finding the next place to wash off silently.]


C) Lip Locked
[After getting cleaned up and safely back to looking human, Aaron spends the evening out wearing the same red jumpsuit he was as a monster. It oddly seems to always be the right size. Or maybe just so many people have red jumpsuits around here.

This time Aaron's actually partaking in the random drinks the locals are offering. Not a lot but after being here a month he thinks he can handle a drink. He should at least. In this case he's not ready for the side effects and doesn't even seem to be suspicious of how he feels after.

So instead he offers friends and strangers alike a big goofy grin and a wave while seeming to be barely able to contain laughter as if something is deeply hilarious to him. He does manage to stifle it though for now at least.]
Edited 2018-02-12 22:31 (UTC)
magnes: (We looked around us)

Bethany Goodrich ; Original

[personal profile] magnes 2018-02-12 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Put a Sock in It

[ The whole situation is an overload. It's not just the sudden change of local that throws her, it's everything. She's suffered through an eternity of solitude, unable to touch the world around her in any meaningful way. Unable to speak and expect an answer, people looking and walking right through her. And just like that, it changes. Hands grip her and guide her along, eyes lock with her own, try to make her understand the importance of silence.

The words don't connect, her mind is stuck on the fact that she can be seen. Where she is doesn't matter, it's not like she has anywhere else to go. What matters is she's no longer alone. She's no longer stuck as the observer in a world that she stopped truly caring about.

The natives will occasionally give her strange looks because every so often, especially during her initial interactions with them, she just flickers out of existence. One second she's there, the next she's not, the hand holding clamping down on nothing.

And then she's back.

She stands outside the reset room, watching people as they leave. Every time someone makes eye contact or looks in her direction, her stomach flutters anxiously--anxiety, she almost wants to laugh. She hasn't felt that in so long. Unfortunately, she's still not sure this is even real. For all she knows she's asleep somewhere.

So without warning, she grabs your hand. There's no preamble. No 'hello' or 'Sorry, I just want to make sure this is real.' She just reaches out, takes your hand, and squeezes it gently, her gaze focused intensely on the point where your hands meet.

It's probably really fucking weird. ]


B. Liplocked

[ Jealousy coils in her gut like a poison, roiling whenever she sees someone approach the new-comer. She's never felt something this intense, but it's only right...right? She's suffered so long, she deserves this person's affections. She deserves to have something good happen for. Once.

If she sees anyone making gaga eyes at The Person Of Hearts she storms up, fists clenched. ]


Stay away.

[ And maybe your character's own jealousy spikes, Beth's curse reaching out to make everything that much worse. ]


C. Wildcard

[ Choose your own adventure! Beth can be found on Patrols, every so often flickering out of existence, or blushing furiously at your character after drinking some of the 'ol love juice. Or maybe your character gets a weird, garbled text message that makes no goddamn sense! The possibilities are endless. ]
Edited 2018-02-12 21:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-12 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[A question did occur to Rei almost immediately. Even if it should have felt obvious, it was not to her. So much about this place was foreign, other than the ominous sense of tension that dominated the atmosphere. That, sadly, was all too familiar to her even if the source had changed.

Almost unblinking, her eyes locked onto one of the natives who was helping with the initial explanation. When she spoke, it wasn't louder than a whisper, a thing that came almost naturally to her. She'd never been a very loud person anyway.]


What is the purpose of the sandpaths?

[Was it to help muffle sound by keeping on them, or was it more to guide people to places that were safe and not to be lost? She could accept orders that were logical, even if not from those that commanded her. This, however, made her just curious enough to see if these people knew the actual purpose, or simply followed without knowing. Either way, she would keep to them. That wouldn't be a problem, but this might tell her a lot about how these people operated.]
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Kara Danvers | Supergirl | open!

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-12 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
notes: find her here on the hot dog log if you'd rather talk over some quality weenies w/ Supergirl! Also, assume all of these take place on the 12th, due to Kilgrave plot occurring after that.

Put A Sock In It (morning)
[ the day starts out weird. first, there's candy and other Valentine's Day-esque presents outside their doors. Is it Valentine's Day? It's hard to keep track. Then, there's posts on the network from the natives - new arrivals are in the reset room. The natives seem excited, or as excited as they've ever been, and all of Reims is filled with nervous energy. Work has halted for the day, and Kara can't help it - she's curious to see who else has shown up. Has anyone disappeared in exchange? Is that how it works?

She has no idea how it works.

She is, however, a networker. She wrangled the best seats for Ms. Grant at CatCo, gave company tours, and ran a million errands a day. She's not a native, and doesn't have all the answers, but she does squeeze herself into the rooms adjoining the reset room and mingles with the new arrivals, offering help where they need it.

She's wearing an adorably conservative outfit but conspicuously not a jumpsuit, and she throws herself into this all the way, a smile on her face. She keeps her device out because, even though they can talk inside these walls, it's best to get used to the things early on. Bumping into her, your character will receive the message: ]


Hi! My name is Kara! Can I help you get your bearings or find your house?

The Place Inside (afternoon)
[ With new arrivals (mostly) getting settled and bellies full of delicious hotdogs (thanks, Frank), Kara sets herself to wander the town in her supersuit, see if everyone is okay. She keeps an ear out for any familiar voices plotting, especially Jessica, Frank, Faith, Rey, or Poe, doing her job just like Kilgrave instructed. Until she hears anything or has to report in to him, though, she's free to drown herself in whatever superpowered work she can do.

As a cleaner, she busies herself with some of the rubble around the outskirts of the horseshoe of houses, clearing some of the land so it can be used, carrying huge pillars over her head and setting them down out of the way gently and quietly. That is, until she sees the red dust.

It had been covering the arrivals this morning, had drenched the Eiffel Tower on their camping trip, and now it's back. Left overs from the reset room being so busy? But it's coming from a different direction, floating on the wind...

Supergirl will investigate it, especially if she sees others doing so first. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt, especially once they follow it all the way to the shore, see the island with the horrific sights on it. The last thing she wants to see is another Sound Eater being "born." It's awful.

The dust is everywhere, though. In her nose, her mouth, choking her. She doesn't feel so good... If nothing else, she will throw herself in front of your character first so that no one will get hurt. To anyone making sound, Kara shows them one message that takes a laboriously long time to type out: ]


Stayquiet. It's too dangerous. Let me flyyou home.

[ You know, while she still can. ]

Liplocked (early evening)

[ Kara's never been so glad to be back at the town in her life. Sure, there's horror and terrible people here, but it's familiar. Monsters begetting monsters is a whole new sensory overload that she does not want to think anymore about. Besides, the dust seems to be wearing off of everyone, even if the arrivals are mostly waterlogged and frizzy, drying in the firelight as they huddle together with their devices.

It reminds Kara of when she first got here, at the quietest, weirdest party any of them had ever attended. Except now, instead of pickles and peaches, there's jars next to each bench, a free take me invitation that the natives are so good at. There's no reason not to, everything else safe to eat and drink so far, so Kara takes a jar, unscrews the cap. She hopes it's not more hooch. There wouldn't be any point in that. It has to be something made from berries, right? She sloshes it around a bit, watching the swirl of red in the firelight, before she upends the jar and takes a long swallow.

It's delicious, she'll give it that. The more she drinks, the warmer she feels, heat pooling in her belly and twisting. Her fingers tap against the jar, nervous energy, and she looks around. Is it just her or are all the arrivals, new and old, just seeming really nice and ridiculously good looking all of a sudden?

Either way, Kara's blushing, especially if you catch her staring.* ]

*more notes: feel free to go lust or friendship, idc. ALSO, skipping out on the mysterious sexy stranger bit bc Kara doesn't want to kill anyone and already has a bunch of fighting ahead for her, sooooooooo yeah. Third plot is basically "Kara drinks jamba juice and it's hella effective."
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egil | original | ota

[personal profile] norms 2018-02-12 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
put a sock in it
[ He almost throws up after the dizziness stops.

Having been at sea for nearly half a year makes it difficult to get used to solid ground under his feet, and even after he does, he doesn't think there's anything right about it. Egil's heard what they've tried to tell him, and it's always more of the same. Just try to accept it, move on. Find a way to survive. It means he's left behind the crew he's reluctantly started to care about. It means he's nowhere familiar, and there are a lot more like him. Confused, unsure. He sits just outside the Reset Room staring at the device in his hand, and after several minutes, he types out a few questions he offers to anyone close enough to read. ]


do you think they've killed anyone for being loud?
who says it's safe to stay here???


the place inside
[ This is the kind of place he doesn't want to be. Not again.

It's as if he's traded everything for the same situation he'd left home because of, and rather than being on a boat, he's stuck in the middle of... this. Since he'd arrived, it had reminded him of what the world might have been like before he'd been born; monsters destroying everything, people living in secluded places. Of course, sound didn't have a factor in much of it unless you lived beyond the borders of a city with walls for protection. Maybe it's something he should suggest to the natives here, but in all honesty, he doesn't care enough about them -- or anyone -- to bring it up. Instead, he mostly sticks to himself and tries to pinpoint the safest places for him; so far, he's only camped out on the deck of the house he'd chosen and gone inside once to warm up a little. Egil is used to the cold in a way that it doesn't penetrate to the bone until it's freezing to the point it hurts to breathe. Still, the worst part is his curiosity getting the better of him when the red flakes begin to blow in, and he follows behind the group of people who band together to check it out.

He doesn't get close enough to see their quiet conversations, steady with one foot in front of the other. He doesn't bother to cross the bridge entirely either, stopping short of it to crouch down beside an abandoned vehicle to peer out at the layout of the island. Something inside him is saying it's a trap, but he only hesitates when more people began to cross to the other side, grabbing at the person closest to him and using his finger to write in the ashy stuff that's collected on the window. ]


don't be stupid
it's dangerous


[ And he frowns for effect. ]


wildcard
[ got an idea i didn't write, or want to do something else? pm and we can hash out the details! mostly, he'll just be creeping around watching people and trying to find a way to stay away from this hot mess of a "city". adventures in the woods are likely c: ]
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Majima Gorō | Yakuza 0

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-12 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Put a Sock in It;
[ The fuck is this.

Imagine you're an ex-gangster from the 80s, for which the phrase 'cellular phone' holds basically no meaning. Now imagine you've somehow wandered out to the swimming pool, stuck on a spinning map of the stars as you desperately don't understand the concept of swiping or pinch-zoom.

Majima scowled, considered simply hurling the phone across the path. Instead, he turned to the first person he saw, whereupon he did his utmost best to mime the concept of 'I don't actually know what the fuck I'm doing with this brick' without making any noise. Hopefully no one assumed he was actually threatening to punch them, because that could actually be a reasonable interpretation. ]


Liplocked;
[ Maybe with all the crazy shit that had been going down in the last couple of hours, Majima could be excused for simply assuming that that red liquid was simply the local way of drowning one's sorrows the old-fashioned way -- by getting hella faded and forgetting about them, at least for a little while.

It was under this assumption that, when one of the jars was handed to him, he shrugged and took a sip. And immediately regretted it. ]


The hell? This ain't booze.

[ He mouthed, pushing the jar back into the native's hands. His expression alone said more than enough to any non-Japanese speakers in the vicinity.

Scratch that, it might not be any sort of alcohol he was familiar with, but he did seem to be feeling some kind of buzz...?

ooc: Going to start off with milder effects on this one, either flirting or paternal instincts! Majima will be lower key with dudes than he is with women; his types are pretty girls and.... gottsui otokos.... I'm real sorry in advance :'). If you're interested in something specific, let me know! ]


Home Sweet Hideout;
[ Even before he'd lost an eye, Majima had the look of someone looking for trouble. Punks would practically peel themselves off of street corners to get in his face, grab his shirtfront, pick a fight. And afterwards? There was really nowhere in 1980s Japan where a six-foot dude with an eyepatch could step to and not stand out, at least a little.

But as he rolled up to House Nine, he'd meet any new housemates with a polite bow and a message. Something like: ]


Pleased to meet you. Name's Majima. Looks like I'll be in your care for a while. If there's anything I can help with, please let me know.

Wildcard;
[ points to self, points to you, winks cornily ]
Edited 2018-02-12 22:27 (UTC)
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Rei Ayanami | Evangelion | OTA

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-12 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
1) Put a Sock in It
[She listened, impassively noting everything that happened. When she was hustled from one room to another, she barely seemed to react, showing no signs of resistance, nor a word in protest. The shushing motion was taken in stride, and it was swiftly apparent that these people did not mean her immediate harm. There was no reason to resist, no immediate danger that was apparent. No blaring warnings in the distance to send the people to their shelters, no crash of an angel's colossal limbs.

When they tried to remove her clothes and showed a jumpsuit, she had to show them the button to press to loosen her plug suit and get it off so she could change. She paid attention while the device was being shown, watched every word pass by and focused her red eyes on the woman. The gestures weren't easy, and she'd never bothered to learn any form of sign language, but she was still watching, trying to pick out any gestures she could, to see if she saw obvious deceptions.

When the people checked to see if she understood, she simply nodded and glanced to the side, looking at the others who had been brought out. There was curiosity there, but very distant, detached. She didn't say anything at first, in no hurry to leave but unimpeded at least for the moment. She would obey for now. It would give her time to be sure what sort of ploy was going on.]


1b) Settling In (Location: House Four)
[All that she had was a jumpsuit. She'd been wearing a plug suit before, but that was gone, along with the receptors she wore in her hair. Honestly, she didn't care one way or another. There were very few things in this world that she cared if she had, and none of them she could live without.

She walked quietly along the paths, stepping on the sand as directed and made her way towards the house that he had been informed by someone had a space open. It wasn't good to live alone in this place, she'd been informed. She paused as she reached the steps, testing to make sure there was no creak, that it gave properly before she reached the door and tested it with her finger.

No knock. She walked into the foyer and looked around with vacant, red eyes.]


2) The Place Inside
[She was not necessarily someone known for exploring, but she had yet to get her bearings truly. This place was strange, disorienting and out of place. The year was entirely wrong, and the construction looked like it was European, nothing like the instant that she had woken amongst the red dust. It meant that there were going to be times when she didn't so much wander as she moved around to come to grips with what this place was.

The swirling red dust, it felt familiar but oh so wrong. It made her think of the fluids in the plugs, made her think of blood given form. A breath with the dust starting to cover her sounded far too loud. No sound eater came, whatever those were, but the defeaning tone of it was enough to make her eyes widen and stare around. In a world of near total silence, she was being deafened by the perceived sound of electronic hum that no longer existed in this world, imaginary sounds that droned almost like the constant echo of cicadas that filled Tokyo 3 in a haunting melody. She swallowed and froze, looking at the person next to her.

Yes, she'd come prepared, a bottle of water on her just in case, but she had no idea that it was the clue to this, or what 'this' was.]


3) Wildcard

(OOC: Pick your own scenario! PM me if you like. I am opting out of 'lip lock' entirely due to comfort issues with Rei being involved in it, but anything else is fair game.)
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CRAU!Sora | Kingdom Hearts

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-02-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
i. The Place Inside
[Exploration is always Sora's plan after arriving to a new world and this one is no exception. The situation in general is pretty bad and if something happens he wants to be able to get around in a hurry. Which is why he finds himself traveling any and all sand paths he can find, stops and looks down streets that don't have sand yet.

Of course he follows the red dust, delving deeper into the stuff in hope that perhaps this is the way out - that maybe he'll find a Keyhole to unlock the world and leave it.

It's only after that Sora realizes he's made a horrible mistake. Thump-thump. Goes his heart.

He doesn't dare move, air is trapped in his lungs as he stops breathing. The right hand clenches into a fist tightly until the knuckles turn white making the criss-crossing scars there stand out.

Get out! His mind is screaming at him to leave, to take a step back and flee from this place but he doesn't take that step back. Sora forces himself to stay exactly where he is but turns his head to look at the person next to him.

A simple shrug of the shoulders is all he dares to do.]


ii. Liplocked
[After seeing the natives drink the red jarred liquids, Sora avoids them completely. Perhaps it's a strange ritual they have or the fluid had some sort of strange affect - either way he doesn't drink it. Instead he sticks to his bottle of water that he brought along with him.

He's avoided whatever affects the liquid has or at least that's what he thinks until he lays eyes on one of the strange new arrivals. The pull he feels for them is strong, like the one he felt for his husband. Just the thought that he feels something for anyone else causes his heart to ache but Sora can't resist it. It feels right and yet not at the same time.

Then the stranger turns away to leave and Sora finds he can look away again. Except that feeling of longing is still there and when he sees that someone else has been staring a sharp stab of jealousy shoots through him.

Sora frowns, an arm shooting out to push the other person.

He mouths the words - Stop it!]


iii. wildcard
[You know what to do here!]
Edited 2018-02-12 22:30 (UTC)
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A

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-12 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a man with only one eye, Majima's face was pretty expressive. And what he was expressing now -- not recoiling, but reflexively tensing up before he he could force himself to relax, surprise plain on his face -- was being totally weirded out that a foreign lady was squeezing his hand.

It wasn't like he could type one-handed, either, so he had to settle for a tilt of the head and a bewildered look at their hands, then back up at her face:

Wh.... y though ]
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[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-12 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nodded in response. The question had answered two for her, really. It told her that there was a reason behind something so basic, and something that didn't make immediate sense to her, not simply them following orders. It also explained the sandpaths themselves and their importance.

Either way, she didn't smile, and simply kept it to a quick nod. She departed back amongst the others, leaving their questions to be asked.]
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Aloy | Horizon Zero Dawn | OTA

[personal profile] toomuchridgewood 2018-02-12 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I heard the island is all right if you're looking for a grave (ii. The Place Inside)

[ Aloy is curious. About literally everything, all the time. There is so much she doesn't know about this place. So much the residents can't, or won't, tell her. So much she can't quite get to. Can't quite see, touch, learn about. It's intensely frustrating. She always feels like she's banging her head on the bars of a cage.

She follows the dust as soon as she notices it. Carefully pacing along the sand path until she reaches the very end and then stops at the bridge. frowning as she looks across to the island that seems to be the source of the dust. ]


Burning blue for you (iii. Liplocked, a.)

[ While Aloy's never had any sort of relationship, she does know what infatuation is. It's something she's felt on her journeys, once or twice. Or more. And a fond affection that hovers on the edge of being more than friendship. Something she's never quite had time to pursue, no matter how often or how strongly she may have felt it at the time.

It's never been like this. She follows the new woman through the streets, captivated by her. There has to be some way she can approach her. Impress her. Make her notice her.

But she's not the only one following the woman. Her eyes lock with somebody else, and anger flares. She grips her spear tighter and approaches. ]


Burning blue, it's true (iii. Liplocked, b.)

[ Aloy doesn't like the food in Reims. It's all too sweet or sour or salty or something. Her palate constantly feels burned with flavors far stronger than anything she's used to. Still, she tries nearly everything. Out of curiosity, and the ever-present hope that maybe this time she'll find something close to what she's used to.

The red juice is not that. It's far too sweet, and syrupy, and sticky on her lips. But as soon as she swallows she feels... nice. And warm. And like her skin doesn't quite fit comfortably on her. Like she's aware of everybody near her and she wants them to be closer.

She fidgets and glances around, her cheeks warming. ]
kiljoy: (Default)

Kilgrave | Jessica Jones

[personal profile] kiljoy 2018-02-12 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Put a sock in it
[Kilgrave isn't one of the new arrivals, but he does notice them suddenly appearing. What's all this? There seems to be a whole pack of them stumbling out from the reset room and he's curious enough to head over there to see what's going on.

A lot of kids, weirdly. He'll ignore any children (he's not a fan) but he may approach adults. This is a good opportunity to make a positive first impression before any of them can become prejudiced by Jessica's horrible lies. If he catches anyone's eye, he's got a message ready to show:]


Need any help?

[He's smiling! Friendly! Definitely a good guy, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.]

2. Liplocked part 1: What are you drinking (warning: Kilgrave being a predatory creeper)
[Kilgrave absolutely won't partake of the strange red drink himself, especially when he sees what it does to others. He doesn't need it and he doesn't like not being in control. If other people want to lose their inhibitions though... Well, he's here to take advantage. He'll sit by the fire or wander around looking for any pretty young women to chat up. Again, he's got a ready-made line on his device:]

Well, I can't say this is how I imagined spending Valentine's Day, but at least they tried. How about you?

[He's not interested in talking to anyone else, but he does cut a distinctive figure in his purple suit complete with silk handkerchief tucked in the front pocket. Approach at your own risk.]

3. Liplocked the sequel: What are you doing
[Unfortunately Kilgrave is susceptible to the allure of the newly arrived stranger, and when Kilgrave gets jealous, bad things tend to happen. Bad things up to and including murder.

So the moment he sees anyone else even looking at his intended, he marches up to them with a furious intensity.]


Back the hell off. She's mine.

[Anyone vulnerable to his mind control will be forced to do as he says here. He's affected by the spell to the point that he's risking speaking out loud without worrying about the consequences, and that will only escalate. Someone please calm him down.]

4. Wild card
[Anything else you want! If you're new to playing with Kilgrave, please read his permissions post before tagging.]
justbeingknife: (yeah right)

Put A Sock In It

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-12 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kara's very presence was an encouraging one -- proof that even in this confusing new environment of enforced silence, at least someone was still capable of being cheerful.

Majima smiled at her. ]


Recommend a good karaoke bar?

[ And then: ]

Got a little turned around. Looking for House 9.
lilithsoul: (07)

i

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-02-12 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[The person next to him didn't look scared, but they had stopped dead in their tracks as well. Exploration was less of a natural state for her, but this was a situation that called for it at least initially, and seeing more of the red dust certainly had drawn her attention. It had a hellish feeling, a familiarity that was charnal and made her think of the strange sensation of the fluids in the plugs back home. It did make her want to know more, to know the enemy she faced.

But now she had frozen. Her ears were buzzing with false, perceived sounds, and she could hear even the faintest breath going through her nose. Her chest barely rose and fall, blood-red eyes looking at him with no sign of the thoughts roiling in her head. Was she looking to him for suggestions? This was a bit beyond her understanding...]
worlds: (okay hope is gone now)

ouni | children of the whales | ota

[personal profile] worlds 2018-02-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
put a sock in it.
[Ouni doesn't know what to do. He hasn't, for a long time, but at least back home he had a goal to focus on—stakes high enough that he was able to push aside all other concerns for the time being. Ripped away from all that, he's lost again.

In a way, the world is granting his old wish: to be left alone. He's looked, but now he knows that no one else from the island is here. He was the only one brought here.

Somehow, the thought doesn't exactly bring him joy.

...

When it doesn't seem like anyone's around (yet), out on the sandpaths further out, he sits down. After pulling a leg to his chest, he buries his face against his knee, looking very much not like a happy camper right now. He will absolutely not admit it out loud, but the situation's actually kind of getting to him, oops.]

the place inside.
[Now would be a great time to have his sand mantle, but alas, it was taken from him. So, getting covered in red dust it is.

Blessed to be unacquainted with the Sound Eaters so far, Ouni doesn't recognize what he's seeing, littered across the ground. Nevertheless, though he still doesn't know quite what he should fear, he remembers the warnings about sound. It's enough to put him on edge, and in his wariness, patterns of deep purple flicker and swirl around him.

He turns to whoever else is there, and with blurred vision—though he doesn't like using these unfamiliar devices—he types out:]


waht are

liplocked.
[Let it be known that Ouni (who, blissfully, doesn't pay the person everyone else is infatuated with a second glance) hates socializing, has no idea what the heck people are celebrating right now, doesn't quite know how to handle any kind of open display of affection, and is an all-around stick in the mud.

Though he picks up a jar out of curiosity, he decides that no, he doesn't care after all—all the more so if it's some kind of liquor, seeing as how he was prohibited from drinking back home (and as much as he doesn't care for rules, he knows there's a good reason why that one exists).

So, he'll just be shoving it into the hands of the nearest person. Here, take it. Also bye, because he's stepping away now.]

wildcard.
[If there's anything else you want to do, hit me up!]
iisupergirlii: (glee!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-02-12 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh! that's funny! Kara allows herself a quiet laugh while they have the freedom to make sound in the safety of the reset room's outer walls. ]

Unfortunately, those are in short supply. But I can help with the housing problem! I used to live in house nine.
originalouryuu: (don't pity me)

Zeno | Akatsuki no Yona

[personal profile] originalouryuu 2018-02-12 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
i. liplocked
[The strange jars are everywhere and Zeno has seen several of the natives drinking it. He's decided to join in on the fun and is carrying around his own jar that he's casually sipping every now and then. Thankfully all he's experiencing is unbridled affection for anyone he sets eyes on - which simply means that this blond teen is approaching without hesitation.

After staring at the other person for a long period of time with a huge grin on his face, he lifts a hand to pat them on the head (if he can reach that high - otherwise he settles for a shoulder or arm).

For some that may mean whatever they were feeling for the odd stranger is gone while for others, it was simply an odd act from a weird person.]


ii. Welcome Home
[Congratulations to everyone who lives in house three, there is now a bundle of sunshine invading the space. He curiously investigates the home and everything inside of it (avoiding the bedrooms to allow people to keep their privacy). Zeno can be found in just about every room - especially the bathrooms and kitchens.

In fact, he may just have his head inside the stove (turned off!) to see where the wood goes.]


iii. Wildcard
[Watch Zeno NOT do his job or catch him exploring everything and anything outside the house.]
Edited 2018-02-12 22:58 (UTC)
magnes: (pic#12085461)

[personal profile] magnes 2018-02-12 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes Beth a moment to realize Majima is about as confused and weirded out as one would expect. In that time she's still studying his hand like it's the most amazing thing she's seen in a long time.

And then, she makes eye contact with him and drops his hand like it's hot. She gives him a mildly apologetic look as she fumbles with her device. ]


I can touch you.

[ That doesn't explain anything at all, but okay. ]
magnes: (pic#12085461)

Put a sock in it

[personal profile] magnes 2018-02-12 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes her a second before she notices him holding his device out for her to read, and another still while she contemplates the questions, eyebrows knitting in thought.

She shrugs, and then types; ]


Probably have. People can be cruel even without danger.

[ Once she's sure he's read that part, she answers the second question. ]

I don't think it matters if it's safe or not.
spalt: asylums (58)

put a sock in it

[personal profile] spalt 2018-02-12 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[The disorientation passes. Confusion settles into its place, not that he allows it to show. He'd last been standing in a room with his and Charles' small army, listening to the president as he addressed the nation. All he could think of then was how the humans would turn on them soon enough. They'd change their tune. Become frightened. Irrational and violent in their fear of what they did not and could not understand.

Now, he stood on the precipice of feeling exactly that way himself. The red dirt coated his throat, left him choking. Still. After the welcome speech and his agreement to 'behave', the taste of the dust lingered. Walking out of the Reset Room in a bright pink jumpsuit, unfortunate really, he glances down at the young man and his device.]


Why would you assume that they haven't?
They do. Whether we believe that or not is up to us.
justbeingknife: (smile)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-02-12 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Small world.

[ And if they were allowed to make at least a little sound here, then he could at least do right here and quietly introduce himself. ]

I'm Majima. Nice to meet ya.

[ A pleasant enough tenor, in a regional Japanese accent that she probably wouldn't even recognize. That was all he really felt alright saying aloud right now. ]

Some of your old housemates still around?