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quietplacememes2018-02-01 07:08 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacememes2018-02-01 07:08 pm
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TDM #002
TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
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. 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. You're to settle into your new home.
And I, and Silence.
Content Warnings: Nightmares, sleep-paralysis, memory-alteration
Themes: Survival, exploration, shared dreams, horror
Reims was beautiful once. Vibrant and bustling. The scent of fresh baked bread each morning and the soft crooning of a local band singing residents and visitors to sleep every night. But that's not the Reims you've come to know. Nor is it anything the natives have known. The city is in ruins. Buildings have crumbled from age, weather, and lack of upkeep. Graffiti is etched onto walls and nature has begun to take over streets and everything in between. The community you've been accepted into is peaceful, for the most part, and unbearable in other aspects. Quiet, always. Not allowed to make even the slightest noise.
You remember falling asleep curled up by the window - looking out at the stars and wishing that you could hear even a single cricket chirp. But, when you wake, it's no longer just you and silence. There's a person sitting across from you. They're blinking awake. You're both sitting up. You're not in your house and it's so dark that you can't see anything else but them. You can't move. You can't lift your hands to sign or reach for your device. If you choose to speak, your lips are heavy and the noise you make won't attract Sound Eaters - but do you take that risk? The only way out is for both of you to acknowledge, aloud, that you think you might be dreaming and when you wake ( for real this time ), you'll be laying beside them in the Reset Room.
Dead Man's Hate
Content Warnings: Hanging, death, minor hunger and dehydration
Themes: Survival, horror, native death
His lips were writhed in a horrid grin like a fiend's on Satan's coals, And the men that looked on his face that day, his stare still haunts their souls. Such was the fate of Adam Brand, a strange, unearthly fate; For stronger than death or hempen noose are the fires of a dead man's hate.
Earlier in the month, the natives begin what they have dubbed 'spring cleaning'. This is where all trash and waste products are carried to the bridges near the Seine and stacked there. Everyone is required to help and after everything is stacked and piled according to what it is, the natives rig the piles up so that they can set them on fire after they're far away. This way - nobody gets hurt. The process is smooth and goes off without a hitch. Characters are paired up randomly and sent, each hour, to go check and make sure that the fires haven't spilled out and spread anywhere they're not supposed to.
When you and your partner arrive, you'll find that everything is as it should be except - hanging from the arch to the entrance of a building near Place Saint-Paul is one of the natives. You've seen them around. Their face is twisted up into a horrific smile, eyes open and somehow, they're pointing right at you. They're high enough up that it's hard to imagine how anyone could have done it. You have two choices, ignore what you've seen and go back to the community, letting the next team find the body or tell the natives what you've found. The latter results in accusations where you and your partner are locked in the reset room for three days with no food or drink until it can be discerned that neither of you were involved and the former results in the same treatment to the team assigned to go after you.
ooc: Characters will not know of the results until they've made a decision ICly about what to do. The team that would have followed yours would be natives and they will remain suspicious of your characters afterwards for the duration of your character's stay in game.
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Dead Man's Hate
Using his device to type out something of a haphazard message. He's not exactly good at this though. ]
WHAT?! no we hav to gt him down!!!
[ He's still shit at texting but he's learning?! ]
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But anyway she shakes her head, sorry Yuu.]
Please calm down a moment. I want to get him down just as badly. We don't know who or what put him up there however. It could be a trap. And what's more, if we remove him on our own we might remove evidence that will help solve that problem. We should let the natives know and can help after we've informed others.
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wh wold it be a trap?! should just do it urslves... cn we get hhm down after telling natves?
[ God he wants to yell so bad but he can't. ]
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She can tell he's agitated, but at least he's calmed down a little! Smiling she nods, reaching up to gently pat him on the head. There there. Good job restraining yourself, Yuu-kun.]
Maybe someone wants us to go after him...something to lure us in? We can't know for sure. But once we tell someone, if it makes you feel better, I'll come back here right away with you. I'll make sure that we can get him down and give him a proper burial. Otherwise it's just too sad.
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Yeah. It is. Mkes me mad tht somene would do ths to him. what did he ever do t dserve that?!
[ Though something still bugs him so he adds on a secondary message. ]
Could have handld anything if somene wanetd to try somthing...
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Now, now...! If anything happens let Big Sister Yuuki deal with it. I understand how you feel though. We'll never know the exact details, but we can at least try to bring him some kind of peace.