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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacememes2018-02-28 08:56 pm
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TDM #003



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.

Caught me unawares
Content Warnings: Confusion, disorientation
Themes: Survival, horror, it's like groundhog day

The ending of the floor has caught me unawares. This must be the reason why I’m falling down the stairs.

That night, when you fall asleep, you dream of your life before The Quiet Place. At first it's the happiest moments of your life played on repeat, over and over. Everything good and sweet and fun. The second night, it's much the same. You go to bed anticipating another restful and pleasant sleep. But on the third night it changes.

For everyone, it starts the same. There's a long hallway with a door at the end. You walk towards it with nowhere else to go. You twist the knob and when you step forward, the floor ends and you fall. Falling lasts for seconds, minutes, or hours and when you land, it's with a jolt and a cloud of red dust all around you. There's someone else next to you, stumbling, coughing and choking on that familiar dirt that coats your tongue and mouth. When your eyes meet, everything blurs and you're falling again - this time, when you land, it's inside that dream from the first night. Only you're not alone. They're with you. The only way out is to experience the dream together. And when you do wake up, for real, that same red dirt is on your hands.

Falling down the stairs
Content Warnings: Confusion, disorientation
Themes: Survival, horror, it's like groundhog day

The ending of the floor has caught me unawares. This must be the reason why I’m falling down the stairs.

That night, when you fall asleep, you dream of your life before The Quiet Place. At first it's the worst moments of your life played on repeat, over and over. Everything bad and sour and awful. The second night, it's much the same. You go to bed anticipating another restless and dreadful sleep. But on the third night it changes.

For everyone, it starts the same. There's a long hallway with a door at the end. You walk towards it with nowhere else to go. You twist the knob and when you step forward, the floor ends and you fall. Falling lasts for seconds, minutes, or hours and when you land, it's with a jolt and a cloud of red dust all around you. There's someone else next to you, stumbling, coughing and choking on that familiar dirt that coats your tongue and mouth. When your eyes meet, everything blurs and you're falling again - this time, when you land, it's inside that nightmare from the first night. Only you're not alone. They're with you. The only way out is to experience the nightmare together. And when you do wake up, for real, that same red dirt is on your hands.

OOC
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unweights: (pic#12061182)

[personal profile] unweights 2018-03-01 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
can characters affect the dreams they enter, or are they simply going to end up watching, like they're in a movie theater?
bossily: (leader)

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

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[When Clara wakes in a strange place, it's not really all that alarming. This sort of thing isn't exactly new to her. Been there, done that. She's got a series of enamel pins from all over the universe to prove it. What is new to her is the whole silence thing that's expected of her here. She can buy this world being haunted, but the fact that noise attracts whatever bad things lurk out there?

She's calling bullshit.

As others wake up and end up leaving ahead of her, Clara can be heard arguing the logic of the entire situation with the woman that keeps trying to put a finger against her lips. Her stubborn nature has her digging in and insisting she's right, not about to just accept what she's being told without concrete proof. Eventually her voice starts to rise as she reaches the boiling point, and she doesn't care that she's attracting attention.

She argues until she's exhausted, and it's only her desire to get the hell out of this room and explore that has her agreeing. It doesn't have to be a sincere, honest agreement. A lie is mutually beneficial in this case. After being given her communicator she makes her way outside, scowling and picking at the orange jumpsuit she's been put into. Her feet are bare, and she's becoming increasingly worried about the Doctor. If she's made her way here, where is he?

Someone else is out here, and Clara turns to face them with a look on her face that says they're about to have to answer for all the mounting complaints and questions she has running through her head. When her hands go to her hips before she starts to move forward, there's no chance of escape.
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Settling In;

[Looking back on her first day here, she can't believe she was so difficult. Things aren't ideal, but she's gotten more answers and has managed to meet some people who gave her more insight into things. She isn't satisfied completely, but is content enough to try and interact with some members of the community. She's not sure what job they want her to take on, but she's decided to become a teacher. Why bother messing with something if she knows she's a perfect fit for it?

There are children in this place, ones who look as if they've been raised with the silence and the fear. Clara finds them gathered outside that first Sunday at the town hall, and takes to trying to speak with some of them. As it turns out, her stories are just as fascinating to children here as they are back where she comes from. She ends up with a little cluster of them sitting around her as she retells a story about aliens on the moon. She braids one of the younger one's hair, a small little girl that rests comfortably in her lap.

She's nearing the end of both her story and the braiding when she picks up on a feeling of being watched, and glances up to see someone looking their way. One of her eyebrows arch as she smiles, and she discreetly gestures for them to join the circle. Anyone's welcome to her story time.
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Caught me unawares;

[It's the red dirt and dust again. The air feels thick with it as it fills her nose and her mouth, clouding her lungs and making it so all she can do at first is cough. A part of her mind registers that she should still be asleep. She recalls falling into bed exhausted, and hesitates to believe this is real. But it feels real enough that she's wide eyed as she looks around cautiously, eventually turning to face the other person that's here with her. She's not alone. And whoever is there with her is currently stuck standing on a very small rock overlooking the vastness of space.

She knows this place. It's one of her happiest dreams. It's been featured in her sleep the past few nights, actually. But that doesn't explain the red dirt that seems to blend and mingle with the warmth of their surroundings, or the fact that someone she's seen in passing around town is here with her.

Her hand reaches out to touch at theirs, attempting to steady them both.
]

This is fine. It's only space.

Wildcard;

[Generic find Clara somewhere around Reims option. She's likely to be exploring anywhere and everywhere in order to find clothes that aren't ugly. Run into her wherever, or hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] porgs to figure something out!]
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arrival for 200 alex

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[ frank stands at nearly six foot in combat boots over his black jumpsuit, a red-checked flannel on over it with one button done up and a beanie covering the mess his hair has become. he almost collides right into her, her line of travel below his eye level by quite a bit. he catches himself, touching her shoulder and frowning apologetically. he's gotten used to this, which should make him feel some type of way. but honestly? it's calming by now; familiar. he pulls out his device and levels her with an even look, exasperation held at bay for now though he can already tell she's the chatty type. he can always pass her onto david who's manning their booth back on the sandpath, if she proves to be too much. ]

what do you wanna know?

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Settling in; a little after

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chloe price | life is strange: before the storm

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
arrival.

[ Chloe's staring at the device in her hands, not really sure what to make of it. It's more advanced than what she's used to and if she were in a clearer state of mind, she might have wanted to take it apart and see what got it ticking. Instead, she's gripping onto it tightly enough so that her hands don't shake like they want to, white knuckling being the only thing she's got going for her.

Her ribs are killing her, her face is still bruised and her lip is scabbed over from being busted open by Damon's boot. Maybe this is some weird coma. Or maybe he killed her and she's in hell. Or this is all some bad trip and none of it really happened, starting right from when Rachel got stabbed in front of her and going on from there. That sounds nice. That sounds better.

Better than the rules she's read over and over, tried to understand, denying any ability of it being real. She finally pulls the screen of the device open, typing (repeatedly) for catharsis rather than to anyone in particular; ]
This is bullshit.

caught me unawares.

[ Good dreams are rare these days for her; camping with her father. That's a good dream she's had a million times. Making s'mores. Listening to his stupid country music as he sings along. Sitting close to the fire and keeping her hands warm. Trying to talk him into getting her a puppy for her birthday this year or maybe for Christmas since it's closer.

Maybe next year, kiddo.

The door was new. The falling was new. And when she wakes up in front of the fire again, she's staring at the flames, because she can feel another presence. ]
You're gonna fuck it up, go away. [ So kind, Chloe. ]

falling down the stairs. (cw: violence)

[ She had thought about maybe not going to sleep because fuck sleep when she's got to dream about all the shit that's gone wrong in her life. She had gotten used to watching her dad get hit by the semi over and over and over, but these were new. More of the wrong choices, more of the fuck ups, more of the bad boyfriends. And then there's that door and she's falling again and choking on dirt and wishing it would just let her die this time but --

When she opens her eyes and she's watching Frank come around the corner, and Rachel arguing with that fucking drug dealer, she's already wanting to rip out her hair. Only she's standing beside someone else too and she's not sure if they're supposed to be here or if it's something... weird.

It's always something weird. ]
Alright, Paprika, are you gonna help me change this shit or does it happen the same way over and over no matter what I do?
allures: (look ❀ alone)

unawares

[personal profile] allures 2018-03-01 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[effy wasn't used to dreams. often, they were blurred out by drinking and the drugs. the memory she falls into isn't hers, and the girl that she's standing behind she doesn't recognize. her jaw clenches as she watches, fire crackling up into the sky. she watches, disoriented for a few moments as she gathers herself.

it's hard to wrap her mind around. things don't feel right. the entire place doesn't, the memory doesn't. wherever they are, she doesn't recall it ever being a memory of hers, nor a dream.

effy is quick to realize they're not in a nice place. she frowns when chloe addresses her, taking a few steps forward so she can get a better look.]


Get over it, this isn't right.

[they need to get out of here.]

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Hisoka | Hunter x Hunter

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ssspoilers: Hisoka has gone past the end of the anime into more recent chapters of the manga.

THE AWAKENING
[ For a moment, so brief -- a pang, he wonders if he is falling apart. Tasting that metal tang in his mouth, wondering if it is the ruined remnants of his face... Has his gum come undone, has he run out of energy? The doubt is gone in an instant as his eyes slit open, establishing the world around him.

The look he gives the native who has pressed their finger to his lips is so bloodthirsty they back away from him, their own lips pursed against a gasp. His annoyance is toxic in the small space. He has killed people for less, and it is whimsy alone that keeps him from acting out now. He remains silent, simmering like a sickly thunderstorm.

He listens, that ugly look of his focused only on the woman; the helpless child is all but invisible to him. As she talks... he slowly cools off. Intrigue replacing his indignation, though his narrow smile is no better than his anger. There is no expression on this monster of a man where he is not threatening.

He licks his lips. ]


Fine, fine, fine. You won't hear me coming.

[ A cheerful threat. ]

CAUGHT ME UNAWARES - HAPPIEST DREAM
[ The happiest dream Hisoka ever had was fighting with Chrollo... and in the dream he appears as he is. His face blasted open, his arm hanging by a thread, his knee twisted out in an explosion of bone.

His smile in that destroyed face is more unnerving than usual. ]


Ah, hello there.

FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS - A NIGHTMARE
[ A nightmare? What frightens Hisoka the Magician? A stupid question, he does not know how to be afraid, but oh does he know how to be bored, and trapping him in the dreams of others is certainly an impetus to that. Bored, and unable to break free of the boredom. Unable to touch anything, to make any impact...

He lashes out at you, a strike that would surely have killed you. If only he could have touched you. ]


Tch. [ He spits angrily. ] Fuck.

WILDCARD
[ He's always lurking, always smiling, always looks like he's doing something shady or at the very least laughing at you. What he wants more than anything is a deck of cards...

And for anyone sensitive to aura... he's very powerful and dangerous indeed.

Also PM for any other ideas @ [plurk.com profile] itsabee ]
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[Yikes!

Killua grimaces, signing with one hand as he does absolutely nothing to hide his gawking.]


Wow, you look like hell.

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Finn | Star Wars: The Force Awakens

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Initial


[Given the state of his body at home, to say that he woke from this second "sleep" gently is to be wrong in all the worst ways. Finn finds himself falling on his knees, wiping at the strange dust that coats his face, coughing it out. So distracted that he doesn't notice the other body coming in until there's a hand on his back, touching where the scar from Kylo Ren's lightsaber scored him and causing him to jerk.

But the hands refuse to let him get far from them, instead leading him into the room where he can clean up. A former soldier he isn't at all worried about his modesty as his clothes are taken away. He wasn't even familiar with them anyway, the white plastic suit with all the tubes coming off of it. Dimly he recalls seeing such things in Medical, they must have put him in there. They must have gotten off Starkiller Base before it imploded. Almost robotically he washes up, the movements brisk and unthinking but get every bit of rust colored dust off of him.

Finn frowns at what the woman tells him, almost opening his mouth to voice his dislike. But she puts a hand over it before he can say a word. Instead confusion continues to write itself all over his face as she continues with everything else, his mind working a mile a minute on how the heck he ended up here instead of actively paying attention. But the great thing about his training is part of him is still paying attention and retaining, just not as much as he should. The ex-Stormtrooper gets nudged out the door, device in hand, and takes a deep breath.

Thinking to himself: Okay, Finn. You got this. A moment's hesitation. Maybe.]


Falling down the stairs


[He tries to keep the coughing to a minimum, trying to work up enough saliva to spit out the dust that coats things. Then the wormhole from hell yanks him and his mysterious new friend through another tunnel and the sand that gets in his mouth now tastes familiar.

Uncomfortably familiar.

To the point where he's pushing himself up onto his knees and knees, quicker to his feet, and dusting himself off.

It's night time in a desert looking village, there's a few fires and strange animals are attempting to doze off. For the most part it's quiet. It's a part of the quiet that Finn wasn't there for.

This is how it always starts.

Why is it always Jakku?

He tries hard to internalize the groan, but the frustrated sigh still comes out. Just as the warning bells start ringing through the village, Finn reaches down and grabs the person's hand/forearm.]


We need to get into cover. Now.

[Ships are starting to land, colored blaster shots firing at and from them as the doors open. Off in the near distance—an explosion.

Finn tugs, pulling them behind a rock just as a blaster hits the space where Finn was moments ago. White-clad soldiers storming the dust and rock color clothed villagers.]


Wildcard


[Feel free to make your own encounter! I can be reached on Finn's journal or at [plurk.com profile] gloryfalling for plotting. Or discord at gloryfalling#0443]
Edited 2018-03-01 03:33 (UTC)
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[Clara's used to grabbing someone's hand and running. Even if she's disoriented at the moment, she at least has the awareness to grab hold of his hand as soon as his touches hers. They need to get to cover, but all Clara can focus on is the warning bells and the fact they're currently in the desert.

When she glances up and over at him, it's right as blaster shots start to come their way. She doesn't even have time to react to those before there's an explosion, and she very nearly leaps right up on him and demands that he just run with her clinging hold that way. Her eyes widen and she's grateful when he tugs and gets them moving, but nothing stops her heart from racing. Her mind is moving just as fast, going in a hundred different directions of ways they can escape.
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Please tell me you have a weapon.

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Nill | DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE

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every day when i speak to the moon [arrival]

[Fear is a category of emotion with which Nill has extensive experience. Before Heine had saved her, it had been her entire life; after, her existence had still been punctuated by it, but she had at least been able to go about her day-to-day business rather normally. The underground church, though certainly a sanctuary, was still both a blessing and a curse. Bad people knew where to find them, even if the fear of "white hair and eyepatch" generally kept them away. Still, the prickling of panic always reminded her of where she'd come from and where she could end up again.

This kind of fear, however, is on an entirely new level. Had she been able to cry out, she would have--instead, when Nill wakes up in the strange room with the red dirt, her wings flap and she chokes on the dust that clogs her silent throat. Hands grip her arms, hauling her to her feet and towards a light. Fear is overpowering, and she tries to get her legs to move, to rip herself from their grasp and find a place to hide.

Not again, never again, you can't have me, please let me go--

But her limbs won't listen to her pleading thoughts. She's forcibly washed and dressed, and all she can do is try to resist with screaming muscles and stiff wings. Only when she's approached face-to-face, sees eyes that mean no harm and hold even a hint of sympathy, does she finally stop struggling. Partially because she's so caught off guard, and partially because she's simply too tired to keep up the fight.

The mother and child put her at a strange sort of ease, and she blearily watches the woman's arms move, sees that text is appearing on the device she'd been handed. The words are too fast for her to read, and her mind is still trying to catch up with the fear that had staggered her what feels like only moments ago.

They ask her if she agrees to remain completely silent, and Nill stares at them dumbfounded before nodding, her wings shuddering behind her. Of course she'll stay silent. It's all she can do.

Without much more fuss, Nill is ushered out of the strange room with the strange dirt, left clutching the strange device in her shaking hands as she stands on this strange sandy street. She realizes, suddenly, that she is very much alone. Heine isn't here to protect her, the church is nowhere in sight. She has nowhere to go, doesn't know anyone. She's exposed, an easy target. This jolts her out of her stupor, and Nill begins sprinting down the sand-covered path, looking for anywhere she can hide.]


pale as a ghost in the afternoon [the city]

[Left unsupervised, Nill quickly becomes acclimated and begins to feel safer, so she takes advantage of a freedom she never had in her own world. She doesn't stay inside her assigned housing, instead making her way out to explore the immediate area. The greenhouse and gardens draw her first, as she's never seen so much green in her life. She stares at it all for long periods of time, gently touching plants as if they'll break the moment she does. She marvels up at the huge buildings, which remind her a little of those in the underground with how they've fallen into disrepair.

There's a fountain she likes to sit by, even if there's no water coming out of it. The sound is dangerous, the natives said. The sound would put them all in danger. Still, it's soothing somehow, and she sits for a while almost every day, breathing the air that isn't musty from being sealed up below ground, looking up at the open sky that she'd never gotten a chance to really appreciate before.]


tragedy has a hold of my mind [down the stairs; cw: attempted sexual assault of a minor, gore, death]

[This is the first night since arriving that Nill has had a dream at all, and it's the worst one her mind could ever concoct.

She's in the hotel with Heine, just after he'd realized what she was and that she couldn't speak. Her comforting gesture had only led to nothing short of a complete and total disaster. The shock of it all had been too much, and she'd passed out. When she'd woken up, it had been to a slap, taunting words, and a threat. None of which she hadn't been on the receiving end of before, but they hurt so much more after she'd been so close to freedom. It hadn't been the first time she'd tried to escape Mel's house, but it had been her most successful. She knows that after this, there won'be be any consideration for her monetary value. They'll make sure she doesn't have the opportunity to run again.

He throws her to the worn mattress on the floor, grabs both her wrists in one of his hands and leans in. Bile rises in her throat and she kicks her legs out at him, but he's already reaching down, and there's nothing she can do to stop him--

She wakes to the sound of a gunshot, and she doesn't know if it's in her dream or in reality. Either way, she's drenched in sweat and doesn't want to sleep again. But the next night she falls to bed exhausted, and has the same dream. She wants, so badly, to not need to sleep, fearful that she'll have to go through it again.

But it's different the third time.

Nill doesn't want to open the door, knowing what's on the other side, but she can't help it. Falling is too easy for what's to come, and seems to take forever--but she sees a face, almost familiar. They land in the motel, there's dirt on her hands. She tries not to look at her own terrified face, instead looking to her unknowing companion, blue eyes wide with dread.]


but i can see the light between the lines [wildcard]

[i'm down for just about anything! hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] watchet if you wanna do anything specific!]
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[Clara knows fear when she sees it. She feels it often enough to recognize the more subtle signs, but this girl is practically screaming with her fear. It moves Clara forward, ignoring her own worries and upset at being in the situation. A child is always more important than herself, and right now this one really needs someone to help calm her. She can't call out to her to get her to stop, so she just sprints along after her.

She waits until she notices her go find someplace outside to hide, and she trails along after her at a cautious pace. Some children are less afraid of women than they are men, but Clara can't take it for granted that it may be the case here. So she approaches with a smile, making sure both of her hands are visible so it can be seen she's unarmed. That means she can't type on her communicator just yet, but that can come in due time.

One of her arms extends, slow and gentle, offering a hand to come out of that hiding spot.
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Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria

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arrival;

[ One minute everything had been fine. Great, even. About to head into that final battle with Heldalf alongside Sorey and others and then the next? A sort of blank nothingness and then his head is fuzzy; unable to think or function. Even when the woman explains everything, he's still sitting there feeling confused and left with more questions than not.

Most people keep questioning their situation and he's no exception, but it's left him staring at this device like it was the strangest thing in the world. Not that it wasn't far from the truth as he hadn't seen this thing before.

The main thing that poses a problem here is the fact that he's not human and well... most can't see him anyway. He purses his lips, making a face at the ugly teal jumpsuit before making to approach one of the others who arrived here with him, waving a hand in front of their faces. ]


...Probably can't even see me but it's worth a shot anyway.

[ A soft sigh. Once he knows someone can see him then maybe he can work out trying to use the device. ]


Caught me Unawares;

[ Did Seraphim dream? People have asked that before but here it was the most prevalent and with that brought bittersweet dreams of his happiest moments. His times spent with Sorey growing up and laughing, being happy alongside their grandfather. Lailah bringing out her bad jokes, Edna teasing him or just another moment of Rose's wacky shenanigans which he did enjoy more than he ever let on, bringing a soft warmth to his heart as he experienced them.

He remembered Sorey's pure-hearted smiles and his laugh.

Mikleo's allowed himself to want this. To want to see him again and experience those good memories so on that third night, he expected the same thing but was met with something else. Twisting that knob on the door had only warranted a jolt of surprise as he began falling down.

For how long he'd been falling he didn't know, but he couldn't even muster up his artes to slow or even stop the descent. Not until that surreal jolt and suddenly he's coughing, that red dust nearly suffocating until his amethyst hues met someone else's only moments before everything seemed to blur and falling again. Only this time when they hit the ground, they're inside his dream. Those undoubtedly happy memories of his alongside his friends. With Sorey.

A moment passed and he looked over at the person who'd fallen with him, uncertainty on his face. ]


I don't think you're supposed to be here but I doubt me saying anything's gonna change that.



Wildcard;

[ None of the other prompts tickle your fancy? Well. Hit me up with anything else you'd like to do and i'll roll w/ it!

As a sidenote? Due to him being well... a seraphim, humans can't really see him but I figure anyone who's not human, or has some kind of spiritual leaning would probably be able to see him so yeaaah. :D Just tossing that out there. ]
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always dreaming

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[With Sorey. How appropriate those words truly are in this moment because that's exactly what's happening.

Sorey hadn't even known what was happening at first - merely that he was falling forever, struggling to draw air into his lungs. Of course Mikleo had been there but not even his artes were enough to save them this time. The seraph can't even seem to wash the red dust away.

As suddenly as it started, it ends and he finds himself watching memories of their life. People they've left behind - moments they've shared with friends and family alike. It's nice. Getting to see all of their smiling faces. Sorey finds himself entranced watching them all of it for the first (well second) time.

He doesn't even notice that Mikleo is staring at him until his friend speaks up. Then laughs sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head.]


I don't know how I got here in the first place! Even if I knew how to leave, I wouldn't without you.

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i. arrival

[They take his clothes, everything he had on him - that's fine. Gon doesn't own anything that can't be gotten back or replaced. Perhaps they saw his clothes and picked the color because it's the dominant color he wears. Either way Gon is hard to miss with his forest-green jumpsuit trying to figure out his new phone. He can be light on his feet, not make a sound while moving...

It's his mouth that's going to have the most trouble. But Gon will do his best to not put other people in danger. He doesn't make it far from the room he arrived in before he stops to type out when first coming across another person.]


anyone know where i can find a sound eater
i just want to look at it


[Someone tell this kid that that is the worst idea he's ever had.]

ii. caught unawares OR falling down the stairs

[This is a kid that has so many happy moments there's no possible way to fit them into a single night of dreaming but it's sure going to try. Nearly every moment growing up with his tiny family on an equally tiny island is a good one. Leaving the island - meeting Leo and Kurapika, meeting Killua, going through several stages of the Hunter exam. Being reunited with Killua, fighting in Heaven's Arena, taking Killua to his home...

On and on his happy moments pass by (there's a lot of Killua). For two whole nights in a row it's nothing but the good parts of his life but on the third it changes.

Now there's nothing but a hallway with a door at the end.]


What's that?

OR

[Or perhaps someone has ended up in the bad version. For someone who's only twelve he has experienced some pretty terrible things. This usually involves people dying or being attacked by various people. The most prominent scene is of a long silver-haired man having his arm chopped off only to skip to that same man looking like Frankenstein's monster. Stitches everywhere and when Gon approaches that man attacks him. Gon doesn't try to stop or dodge. He simply stands there.

On the third night, he doesn't even notice the change. Not the hallway or the door at the end.]


iii. wildcard

[Anything goes.]
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hey hey i wanna be ur b-......best friend.....

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm. [Killua hums from just behind Gon, his hands in his pockets.]

Probably something we shouldn't touch. Wanna find out?
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ARRIVAL

[So many rules. Being a distrustful person by nature, particularly of any form of authority figure, John immediately sets out to test these rules. They start out small, first by nudging the sand on the pathway with a foot and seeing what happens. Nothing. Then he scrapes his foot hard against the sand and kicks up a cloud of the stuff as if making a show. The sand travels up then lands softly around him in a mist, hitting the ground with with a rapid, but almost muted tapping sound. John stills, waiting for the reaction, the fallout, anything.

And nothing happens.]


Stupid.

[CAUGHT ME UNAWARES - as the second person in the scenario]

[The moments are mundane and John wonders why he dreams of them at all. In his most vivid dream he's outside eating lunch on a picnic bench. The air is breezy and cool, causing the tail of his trench coat to lap slowly against the wind. With no warning a red dirt rains from the sky, covering him instantly. He attempts to salvage what remains of his sandwich and moves to tuck it into his front pocket. It's then when he realizes that the sandwich has been too coated with the dirt to remain salvageable.]

You have got to be joking.

[The sandwich gets tossed sullenly onto the plate before him and John makes no move to escape as waves and waves of dirt continue to compound. As a mage experienced in alternate realities, he knows a dream when he sees one. This will all pass over eventually.]

NETWORK

[After several nights of these dreams, everything is getting old. For the first time John deigns to think the device given to him upon arrival and fires off a text.]

is there some kind of dirt fetish i should know about?

WILDCARD

[Got an idea for something else? Hit me!]
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Figuring that's probably not the best way to spend her first day here, she heads down the sand path toward him and rises up on her tiptoes so she can give him a little tap on his shoulder.
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Rita Vrataski | Edge of Tomorrow

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Arrival

[ She's had some rude awakenings -- hundreds of them -- but none like this.

She's reeling, unable to do more than twitch instinctively away from the hands that maneuver her forward, peel off her clothes, wash her and dress her like she's a goddamn infant. By the time someone tries to press a finger to her lips, she's recovered enough to jerk her head aside and demand (to the extent that her voice will cooperate) to know what the fuck is going on.

The answers she gets are far from satisfying.

She's in Reims, close enough to Verdun to make her itch, far enough from London to make no sense at all. The world is overrun, but not with mimics. When she asks how you kill a 'sound-eater,' which seems like a logical step one, she's told that no one knows. The whole scenario is fucking impossible: war lost, enemy victorious, and yet somehow, there are survivors.

Survivors who claim to live in complete silence, like that's even possible. Nobody sneezes in Reims. It's a miracle.

It doesn't take long for her to agree to their terms, not because she believes a word they're saying (or signing or typing), but because she wants to get the fuck out of that room and see what's happening for herself. So she steps outside, muscles in her jaw working as she takes it all in: the sand paths, the ground obsessively cleared of anything that might knock or rattle, the marks on the windows where shutters used to be. Too elaborate to be a prank, presuming anyone who liked their bones unbroken would attempt to prank her in the first place.

She scans the horizon, looking for any sign of these so-called sound-eaters, and considers screaming just to see what would happen. ]



Falling Down the Stairs (tw: violence, suicide)

[ It's her day. Of course she dreams about it.

There are subtle variations, but always the same theme: she can save Verdun, she can't save him.

It doesn't matter how impossibly good she gets with the suit. She's strapped into it 'for the first time' so often, she's forgotten what it feels like to go without it. It doesn't matter how many mimics she slaughters, or how close she comes to some objective idea of victory. It's not a victory if he doesn't make it through. But every time, there he is: crumpled on the battlefield, another casualty. So she lets a mimic take her, because what's the fucking point?

And she tries again, even though some small, lucid part of her knows it's useless.

She goes to bed the third night wondering if she's going to mutter in her sleep, or bolt awake screaming. She wonders if this dream might actually kill her.

It's different this time. There's a hallway, and a fall, and more of that fucking dust. There's someone else. Then she's back on the battlefield, her suit clamped around her, inelegant and comforting. She hefts her sword, her suit responding with a whirr of electronics and a hydraulic hiss, then starts as she clocks the civilian standing a few paces away.

How the hell did they get here? ]
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Arrival

[ Saoirse's coming from one place to another, and neither of them are home. This isn't the first time she's been brought from home to Somewhere Else, but this is certainly scarier than it had been waking up in Darrow.

She looks around, pushing her hair out of her face. She wants to tell these strangers that they don't need to tell her to be quiet. She already can't make a sound. When she sees Greta, she gasps softly and runs over to her.

At least she's got her, here. Whatever this place is that took them, it took them together. When she gets closer, though, she realizes: this isn't Greta at all. Her face is different. Harder. Her hair is lighter. She's more like Sara, but she's not Sara, either.

Saoirse hesitates, then steps closer and reaches out for her, anyway. ]

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Sarah Lieberman | The Punisher

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[ Arrival ]


[ As Sarah is dressed in a jumpsuit, she does nothing but argue and ask questions. How did she get here? Where are her children? Where’s David? It’s the sincerity of the woman who tells her to hush that gets Sarah to shut up and finally believe that this situation might be more serious than she originally believed. She quiets down and pays attention, accepting a device and absorbing as much information as she can.

With little hesitation, she agrees to live in silence and is ushered outside to the community she has just learned about. Everything is still so new, so as Sarah looks around she is very much a wide-eyed newbie, appearing lost and perhaps a little scared. She holds her device close to her, prepared to use it to communicate with anyone who might approach. ]



[ Caught Me Unawares ]


[ It’s a relief when Sarah wakes from her dream. She sighs quietly and shakes her head, glad that she’s back in the waking world where terrors are far more tangible, but when she puts a hand to her forehead she feels something gritty.

Pulling her hand away, she looks at her palm with eyebrows wrinkled. Something is definitely off. The dust from her dream is still on her hand. She takes in a shaky breath, obviously frightened, and scrambles to get out of bed, running to wipe her hands clean. ]



[ Falling Down The Stairs ]


[ Tonight’s dream is even worse, causing Sarah to twist and turn in her bed. When she finally gets to the part where she’s falling she tries her best to pay closer attention. She lands with a thump and stirs up a cloud of red dust, but she isn’t alone.

With a soft groan, Sarah lifts her head to see who she’s landed next to. ]


What’s going on?


[ Wild Card ]


( Do anything you want! Approach Sarah anywhere! )
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[At least there's one other woman here who argues and stubbornly refuses to just believe everything. Clara feels better about that, since she's exhausted herself arguing and asking questions. She's been sitting outside the reset room, working at trying to get her child's size jumpsuit to fit her properly. The adult ones they had left were just too big and tall for her stubby little legs, so she gets stuck in something ridiculous.

When she spots the other woman emerging from the building she pushes herself to stand and makes her way on over. There's a cautious smile on her face and she waves, hoping that her presence isn't minded. It's probably safer in numbers here, particularly if you're both making an effort to stay quiet.
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arrival;;

[ natasha has too many questions running through her head and she can't select one out to ask right now. she nods instead to the question of staying quiet, not seeming to find it all that weird on the surface. in her head, though, she's definitely not taking this as well. she freaking hates getting kidnapped. the first person she sees will get stopped, a simple message flashing on both of their screens from the username arachnida: ] I come in peace. nanu nanu [ she tugs on her ears like robin williams from the show. are you too young to get that? well fuck you too then. she's off to find her own answers anyway, somehow she doesn't think the people in her same predicament are going to have much for her. lucky for them, she's used to playing the hero by now. it might even be old hat. ]

unawares;;

[ it's always the same. she sneaks in through the back door so the kids won't see her for the most amount of time, and by the time she's made it all the way down the hall they're assailing her from both sides. she laughs and screams, delighted. "Auntie Nat! Auntie Nat!" they cheer like she's a celebrity. which she actually is, but to them it isn't because of the super suit. it's when she takes it off that she's their hero. she cycles through all the dinners, movie nights, school plays and more.

it goes on for ages until she's back in the hall. except it isn't the hall of the barton's farmhouse but a long, desolate, unfamiliar one. a lump sinks to the bottom of her guts and she tries to swallow, but she's tasting copper already, the air heavy as it sticks to her. the falling is short, but she's learned it doesn't matter. it's always the landing that sucks the most, and this one knocks the wind right out of her. she looks down at her bright green jumpsuit and then back up at the person gripping her hands. wha...? ]
If you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do was ask.

wildcard;;

[ feel free to ask for anything else you want!! ]
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Yeah, but I wasn't sure if you'd say yes. Never know, when it comes to pretty women.

[Clara teases because she is not about to show how weirded out she is by not really knowing what's going on. The fact that there's someone willing to hold her hand puts her at ease enough that she's able to look past the return of the red dirt and dust that's burning her lungs.]

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roland deschain | the dark tower (2017)

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[ he's a dark shadow in the midst of new arrivals: coat and leathers traded in for a black jumpsuit, gun-worn fingers grasping the device in one hand and the other hanging loosely at his side. it's reminiscent to what he's seen on earth, the small box that jake has that he's seen him fiddling with from time to time, but he's never bothered to learn it. not when they were going back to midworld, where devices like these don't exist.

he watches the woman's fingers, squints at the words that appear on the screen and he makes out some of them. silence, survival; things he's familiar with at least. but none of that really matters, and his true concern becomes clear when they ask if he agrees, to which he simply asks:
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Where is he?

[ where is jake? ]


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[ it's the same every night: the dark sweep of fabric over barren and dusty land, a handful of flames and laughter slick as oil. bodies fall around him one by one, but he doesn't stop, in relentless pursuit of the man in black. but no matter how far he goes, how close he gets, he can never reach him.

death, but not for you, gunslinger.

he reaches out on the third night, fingers stretching as far as they can reach, but instead of cloth they meet a handle and he falls, endlessly, only to land on the same dusty and dry land. the sun beats down overhead and when he looks down at his closed fist, it opens to red dirt.
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wildcard;
[ come at me, bro. ]
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[The native woman addressing the two of them looks confused. He and Clara woke up at the same time, and have been subjected to the welcome speech together. She's finished asking her own fair share of questions doubting everything they're told, and is quiet as she tries to process everything. It's all almost too much, and her chest feels tight due to the threat of panic that's settling in over her head. She has absolutely no control over anything here.

When the man at her side finally speaks, she turns to look his way. Her face softens, and though the panic she's feeling doesn't subside she's able to look past it in order to try and speak with him.
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I'm looking for someone too. Maybe we can find them together.

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Margo Hanson | The Magicians

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[ Arrival ]


[ Margo doesn’t deal well with authority. When she appears in a strange room with strange people and the first thing they try to do is strip her of her clothes? The first thing she does is cast some battle magic. She succeeds in sending one person flying across the room, but soon other people have hold of her hands and she is unable to cast any other spells. Curses spill from her lips so casually as she’s dressed in some hideous jumpsuit, but she quiets down as she and the others are led to another room.

It’s then that she shifts her focus. Her attention isn’t on the woman in charge or on the device that’s been handed to her. Instead, her eyes roam the crowd looking for Seth. If she’s here, it makes sense that he would be here, as well. Or at least she hopes he’s here.

With a sigh, she relents and looks to her device, taking in the risks and dangers of this new world. Margo is getting used to hopping from world to world. This is just another day to her. It may take some time to adjust, but she’s confident that she will.

She agrees that she’ll be quiet and she makes her foray out into the community. ]



[ Dreaming ]


[ At first the dream is quite pleasant. Margo sees Eliot. She sees Seth. There’s laughter and everyone is happy and she relives the best parts of her life which, coincidentally, are with those two men, one her platonic lifemate and the other being the Clyde to her Bonnie. Margo feels perfect bliss for those nights, but when she goes to sleep again it’s much different.

She finds herself in a hallway, one that leaves her feeling unsettled. Still, she walks down it toward the door at the end and opens it, stepping through only to find herself falling into pitch black and nothingness for what feels like forever.

Then…

She hits the ground, letting out a huff. Margo feels almost as if the wind has been knocked out of her. As she comes to her senses, she realizes that someone is there with her. She sits up and looks at them in the face. ]


Where the hell are we?


[ Wild Card ]


[ (Run into Margo wherever you please!) ]
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[ If there's something Seth doesn't deal well with at all, it's being manhandled. The disorientation was bad enough. All he could remember was having been at a beach with Margo, a little getaway together away from his brother and the preacher's daughter. Now he had no idea where he was and who's company he was in.

And they had the nerve to try and take his clothes off! One after another went airborne as Seth fought with those attempting to clean him off. He was held down by who knew how many, being forced to remain calm enough to be given the news of where he was, and more importantly, he wasn't alone. Margo was also there.

He reluctantly agreed to behave and follow the rules with the idea of being released to Margo, or vice versa. Seth wasn't sure. The entire situation is unnerving. Unlike Richie and Kate, the eldest Gecko didn't travel to the underworld or any other realm. The labyrinth didn't really qualify since it was in his mind. Or did it?

All of this could've been in his mind, if it weren't for how swollen his lip felt and the blood trickling down from his cut cheekbone. Seth was desperately searching for sight of his girlfriend yet also exhausted from all the brawling. He stared at his device, trying to figure out how to send a message without realizing eyes were on him. ]

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Riley | Original Character

[personal profile] divarication 2018-03-01 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

[People are touching him - stripping him of his clothing and Riley hates every single second of it. His wolf ears twitch away from the hands trying to grab at them but try as he might, he can't escape them. Fingers tug at his long tail to reveal the silver fur hidden under the red dust.

He wants to shoo them, to do it himself but the people manhandling him are persistent no matter how many times he pushes those hands away. They take his clothes and give him a dark blue jumpsuit to replace them, they don't even give him shoes.

Riley shivers against the cold. He hates the cold. It's creeping into his bones and he wants to protest in order to get his clothes back but there's no time for that. Maybe they saw him about to speak because they shush him physically and now he's standing in front of a woman who's explaining the situation.

Yes, yes - new world, dangerous monsters attracted to sound. She gives him a phone to communicate and Riley frowns at that. Skims through all of the information available and set out to fend for himself.

This is fine, he can do that. The dangers might be different but Riley knows how to survive. He doesn't make it too far before sending out a general message.]


un: bigbadwolf

Where is a guy supposed to get more clothes around here? This world may not be as cold as Daeseon is but they didn't even hand out sweaters or socks.


ii. falling down the stairs - cw: torture, death/murder, cannibalism

[If there's one thing his life is filled with it's nightmares. Horrific ones. He hates having to relive all of the terrible events he's survived but Riley can't stop it. So there are flashes of it.

A lot of flashes. The scene is typically always dark - as if it takes place at night. Sometimes there are images of a slum-city, starving people on the streets, the places of living are poor excuses for a home, violent gangs roaming looking for their next victim. Though perhaps what's more startling are the wolf-like creatures lying around. There's a lot of them - all of them unmoving with eyes wide open and staring lifelessly at whatever crosses its path.

But that isn't everything, there's people dying in long, suffering ways - tortured by a group of individuals until they finally die. The group responsible is very happy about this, laughing and making fun of them. Then the real horrific thing happens... they eat the dead. Tearing into the corpses like a pack of wild animals. Only Riley and a younger girl stand back with horrified expressions on their faces, heads turned away from the scene.

Hallway, door, falling, red dust - repeat.

Only his horrible life is now on display for someone who's now next to him.]


You should look away.

iii. wildcard

[You know what to do here.]
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[ It was after the explanation, he'd spent a long while simply glaring at these people. And then, after spending long minutes staring down at his phone, he finally agreed to their terms and set out to look around. Was it some kind of fucking joke? A sick, twisted, elaborate plan to get back at him for all the--

--he's abruptly freezing in place. ]


R-......

[ ...ahaha... right...

Silence.

Aiden's jawline tenses and he begins sprinting over to the other (good thing he still has his ability), carefully placing himself in the walking path of the other. He's panting, but it's not from physical exertion...

You're here...

Suddenly, the situation at hand matters ten times more than it did. His expression is a forced kind of calm, even if there's underlying strain, namely in his eyes. Clear hurt. It's probably obvious he wants to reach out, but is restraining himself. He's hurriedly looking down to the device... back to Riley... back to the device.

Finally, he types up a message: ]


Riley... I'm happy to see you, again. Are you okay?

[ His heart's hammering in his chest as he holds the message up for his mate to see. Heh... this hurts. It hurts to remember their last moments together, but... no part of him can begin to resent the younger man... ]

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newt | the maze runner

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[ When Newt awakens, he's reminded of the Scorch and all the sand that had plagued him and his friends. This is different though, it stick to him, chokes him. Then someone is helping him and he can't help but be wary as he limps along, allows them to guide him. The change of clothes was more embarrassing than he thought it should be but then he was lead out. Honestly, he is glad to be rid of the red dirt.

Everything in his mind screamed WCKD. It's got to be WCKD, don't trust them. And while he grits his teeth and allows it all to happen, he can't help that the urge to fight back, to run and find Thomas or Minho, is almost unbearable. But he knows better, to beat WCKD he has to be surreptitious so he stays silent. Obediently, he absorbs what is explained. Newt frowns as he thinks back to Minho; if they've taken him too, then they can find each other... right?

Monsters are mentioned and suddenly Newt is imaging the thick blubbery grievers whose clinking spidery legs and fast dangerous tails leave his stomach churning. He also thinks of the Cranks whose inhuman noises send shivers down his spine. There's no way this isn't WCKD -- another trick.

When he finally gets the time, he pulls the device out and types a simple message. His username simply Newt.
] This is a load of klunk if ya ask me.


caught me unawares; (cw: mentions of attempted suicide and character death)
[ Having pleasant dreams is weird. All Newt ever dreams about are the terrible things he's experienced, trauma dreams. He refuses to be lulled into a false sense of security. He's been there before, WCKD has tricked him and it won't happen again.

The third night, he's so tired he doesn't even think about what dreams he might have, he just passes out. The third night proves his fears, and it's filled with an eerie dream. He pushes forward because that's all he can do, but then he's falling, and all he can think of is how he'd thrown himself off the Maze wall; he'd tried to end it. He never wants to try that again. A scream wells up in the back of his throat but he's frightened into silence. Silence is how you survive in a world where WCKD wants you.

He lands with an 'oof' of pain, eyes trying to adjust, only to land on someone else. When he looks at them suddenly everything is changing and it leaves him feeling woozy.

Suddenly his dream is a memory, painted in watercolour and far too watery, the edges of everything bleeding away to nothing. He sees someone with long blonde hair, and she has no face, like it's been scribbled out of existence. Usually he wants to scream, cry, throw up when he has flashes like this, but it's happy, and he feels happy. It's not long before he's following someone, a boy he thinks, with familiar brown hair, and he feels safe. He follows him down a hallway that leads to the Glade, the green grass and sun shining just right. The stranger is with him, has been with him the whole time, and while Newt watches him, he doesn't say much, thinking it's only a dream and wanting to chase the feeling of happiness.

Newt can't help but smile, seeing Alby, and Winston working as they should. All the Gladers are. They're dead. They're all dead and some of them belong to the Maze and some of them belong to the Scorch. Even knowing this, it's lovely to see them again. But he knows how this dream goes, he checks on all the Gladers, he makes sure they're doing what they should until he's stood at the front of the Maze, staring at the entrance.
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falling down the stairs; (cw: zombies "cranks", monsters "grievers", character injury and body horror.)


[ He's dealt with this before, the door, the falling, the meeting someone else in his nightmare. He's quick to run over to them, trying to help them up from where they've fallen on the hard concrete of the Maze. ] Quick! Ya need to get up, they're coming! [ And he can hear it, the clanking sound of spider legs from down one of the passages of the Maze. What was it? Left, right, right, right, left? Shuck it, he can't remember, they just need to run, before one of those things gets them. ]

Come on!

[ He doesn't wait, he just grabs their wrist, yanking them behind him. Even with his limp, he's fast enough to put some distance between them. When he deems it safe, turning down a passage, he lets the stranger go. Newt hunches over to press his hands against his knees and pant out large breaths, trying to tell his heart to calm down. ] You 'right? [ He finally asks, looking over to them. They can't stay still long, the Grievers roam these passages. ]
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[ Mike knows it's a dream, but like most dreams, your mind does a pretty good job of convincing you it's real. He doesn't argue with the older boy when he's told to get up, especially when he can hear the foreboding sounds of something coming, something bad, and Mike pushes himself off the concrete.

Too bad he's not a great runner. He can run of course, but he's not the fittest kid around, too much time spent playing video games rather than sports. He stumbles a little but with the other boy guiding him by the wrist, he just about manages to keep up with him.

His lungs already felt heavy with the red dust he inhaled earlier; he's even more out of breath after that moment of strenuous exercise. ]


What... [ He gasps for air, mirroring Newt's position with his own hands against his knees once they're in a safe spot. ] ...Was that? [ He's talking about what was chasing them. ]

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valkyrie | mcu

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arrival.
[ she wakes up with a start, coughing up a lung with bile rising in the back of her throat. not an odd awakening by her standards, but what's different is the copper on her tongue, the red dirt in her eyes, her skin, her hair. she breathes it, blows it out with every breath and she's pushed into the room before she can even rub it out of her eyes, gritting her teeth at the shock of water on her skin and the scratchiness of the jumpsuit pushed over her head.

perhaps you should've let that last bottle of ale be, says that tiny voice in the back of her mind that sounds suspiciously like thor's. she can only bare her teeth in an odd semblance of a grin, even with the finger pressed to her lips as they're led out one by one like goats to slaughter.

so they want her to be quiet. that's fine. she ventures out to the sand paths silently, navy blue jumpsuit standing out against her bleak surroundings, and if this is truly midgard, thor really picked a shitty place for them to land.
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settling in.
[ she ventures out alone often at different times of the day, wandering through the sandpaths and sometimes off them, picking through abandoned buildings for things she can use. sometimes she wanders into the forest and comes back with a fresh kill, other times she hefts scrap metal that should be too heavy for a girl her size to carry.

either way, she brings her hauls back with her alone, ignoring whatever stares she gets from natives and arrivals alike. this is no different from sakaar, where it was every alien, man, or god for themselves, but the only glaring difference is the unfortunate lack of alcohol.

she's been sober for the past few days and she's definitely feeling it.
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falling down the stairs.
[ it's the same dream she's had for years, decades, centuries: sword held aloft in her hand as they soared through the dark skies of asgard, falling one by one off their mounts before they even reached hela, dropping to the seas below like birds with their wings clipped. and she thinks this is it, this is where it ends, but blond hair blurs her vision and she's pushed, the last to fall among the rest of them.

but instead of the cold sea she's met with a door, and when she finally lands, she's right back on her mount again, the white gold of her armor streaked with red dust. she looks up and doesn't see a member of the valkyrior but someone entirely different. she sets her jaw and turns around.
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wildcard.
[ hit me with anything! ]
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[ frank has learned since the first time around that about 99% of the women around here can beat his ass, so he's not about to jump up to help her. she seems to be handling the heavy lifting just fine on her own. but there's something about it he doesn't like, like she thinks she's in this alone; which couldn't be further from the truth.

once she's stopped moving and seems to be in for the night, he'll bring over a little 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift. no serial killer basket for valkyrie, sorry, but he deposits the items onto a table in her room as he looks around. it's almost as... weird as his room was the first day. the items are a bag of deer jerky, a bottle of whiskey, and a small pouch of ground coffee. frank shrugs a little helplessly before turning to go. that's all, she can have her peace if she wants it now. ]

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aiden (birth name: zaen) /// original character

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[ It's been so long since he experienced a pleasant dream. Honestly, he assumed it was too good to be true. Some kind of magical influence of the world that he's now trapped in.

He's always starting out in a nice living room, surrounded by faceless people. In spite of them being without faces, the atmosphere is happy. There's a woman and two men - one of the men is significantly older than the other two adults.

Zaen is six.

He's a child who's full of pranks. He's smiling, laughing... The two younger adults are chasing after him, but neither seem particularly upset that he'd snuck a frog into the older man's pocket.

Flashing forward, it's another day.

He's still just a child who's full of pranks, but he's sitting at a table this time. There's more laughter. They're eating breakfast together.

Flashing forward, it's nighttime. He's outside catching lightning bugs. He trips and falls, skinning his knee. It hurts but he's a big boy. His vision is a tiny bit blurry as the woman rushes over and picks him up. She kisses his cheek. ]




[ By the third night, he's starting to lower his guard against it. Go figure the timing would line up this way.

He slides a hand through his hair, giving the stranger a curious look. ]


How's it going? If I knew I was having guest over, I would've cleaned the place up a bit.

[ Guess they could move forward...

Aiden will shrug a shoulder after a couple of seconds. ]


Welp... let's get the show on the road.


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death, torture, someone being burned alive, murder by hanging...

[ And of course the good times never last...

Just like before, it's the faceless people, but there's a significant tension in the air. Something is wrong, but none of the adults are explaining anything.

Zaen is six and afraid.

The younger man and woman are harshly whispering to one another. Their voices are painful to listen to. The only words he can make out are them saying they need to send him away.

He doesn't want to be sent away. He wants to know why everyone is so upset. Was it him? Did he do something wrong?

Zaen runs away.

Flashing forward, he's being chased by a group of five people - people who each have wolf-like ears and a tail...

Flashing forward, Zaen is fighting against some man - a man who doesn't have ears or a tail. The man is yelling that it's okay - he's here to help. There are people fending off the wolf-like people.

The faceless woman is hanging lifelessly by her neck, her body covered in gashes and bite marks. The faceless man is chained to a chair. Some of the wolf-like people are laughing and taunting the faceless man as he begs, "Just let Zaen go!"

Flashing forward, the faceless man is on fire, screaming in pain.

Zaen is screaming in horror.

The man who was holding Zaen is dragging him away. The wolf-like people are scattering as the human people fight to drive them away.

Everything goes black. ]




[ This time, Aiden is going to be found staring at the floor. For several minutes, he'll seem like he can't even see another person. He doesn't want to move forward.

It will take some serious convincing to get him to go face that dream again. ]


Seriously, fuck this.


Mass Text
un: huntsman


[ It's after the dreams and nightmares, he's sending out a text. Maybe you're someone who experienced his happy dream. Maybe you're someone who saw his nightmare...

Whatever the case, good morning to you: ]


Do you think any of the natives went through it, too?
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[personal profile] divarication 2018-03-01 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[The boy looks similar to Aiden - like how Riley's pictured him as a child. Faceless people who talk about the child... their conversation is not an unusual one on their planet. Parents afraid of children who use magic but he doesn't know if that's the case here.

However, the wolf-like people aren't too surprising. Nor that he's being chased by them. Wolves don't discriminate between young or old. Then the hunters come but it doesn't save the parents. The mother is a meal and the father burns. A third man (probably a hunter too) takes the child away.

Now they're standing in a hallway but Aiden isn't moving.

Riley places his hands on the hunter's back.]


Come on, we need to get out of here.

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hunter zolomon | dctv flash

[personal profile] garrick 2018-03-01 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
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[ When you're used to being able to open breaches between worlds and hopping through them without much thought, you don't expect to be blindsided by something completely out of the blue and yet for one of the few times in his life Hunter Zolomon is finding himself just that. Blindsided, disorientated and with a coppery tang reminiscent of blood is not how the speedster wanted to find himself yet he's out of it enough that his initial reaction of reaching out and strangling someone until they squawked is dulled down to an irate, murderous look and nothing else. The person currently brushing the dust from him hesitates before continuing on and the curiosity of the situation is beginning to sink in. What kind of place is this? It's certainly not Earth-1 where Hunter had been aiming for. He wasn't often wrong in making breaches so how had he come to arrive in such a bizarre place with odd people and an awful jumpsuit?

Wait, a jumpsuit? Instantly Hunter opens his mouth to demand answers only to find himself silently shushed. It's frustrating; he'd been in his speedster attire when jumping breaches and the idea that these people have seen him in his Zoom uniform is a problem. Killing them all would be quick and a little entertaining but distraction comes in the form of a glowing display light and Hunter quickly finds himself watching what the woman has to say. Haunted? Noise not allowed? Hunter has seen many worlds in his quest to be the only speedster but none that come with rules like this and to say it wasn't curious would be a lie. There's no feeling of being threatened by the idea of ghosts, spirits or monsters as such — they would have to catch him first. No, there's only the slight annoyance that somehow his plans have been interfered with in the long run.]


Where are my clo — [ Hunter doesn't get further than that before he's hushed and each time he tries a variation of "where are my clothes?" it ends up the same way. Soon enough the frustration kicks in enough that he gives up on that idea (he can try to find them later) and for now he'll stand to one side, weighing his options. New place, no seeming way out that he can tell and the rules of staying silent in case some monsters come and eat them. Maybe it could be useful for his plans involving Earth-1? Bringing some of this back would certainly make Barry's day a bit more entertaining in the worst ways. It just means he's going to have to play nice until the full scope of things are understood and almost out of habit Hunter changes his posture into one more relaxed, expression softening ever so slightly. If he has to play at Jay again for a while then so be it, it simply means he'll get the jump on things when needed just like last time. Anyone looking his way will see nothing more than a six foot four blond looking a little lost, but mostly harmless as he pokes around on the device given and gets shooed out of the door.]

un: sixfour
On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the worst possible situation ever, how bad is this place?


(falling down the stairs)(cw: spouse abuse, murder, terrible institution practice mentions)
[ Hunter stares at the door in front of him, the long hallway stretching out behind him. He has a feeling he knows how this will go, the last few nights have been a cacophony of bad dreams, reminding him of the points in his life when things were the worst. Hunter can tell himself all he wants that those moments were what defined him, what made him the monster he is today. It just doesn't change the emotions at the time, (you're gonna want to see this, son), the feelings of a family that never came to claim him, or the realization that the doctors never knew what to do with him except constantly subject him to high voltages in the hope it somehow cured him. They never did know what to do with a serial killer; they were just that rare on Earth-2.

This time it's different and Hunter would be a liar if he said there wasn't any trepidation as he opens the door, brows furrowing as he waits to find out what this clusterfuck is going to be this time. It certainly doesn't disappoint; before the speedster can even take note he's falling, the feeling of his stomach sinking to his feet taking over. Speedsters may be all that, but they certainly can't run much when there's no surface to grab on to. There has to be something to grab on to, some kind of ledge —

When Hunter hits the ground moments later with an oompf he stays still, taking stock of what's around him before getting up and giving the person next to him an apologetic shrug. He has no idea what that was either. The scene that begins to play out is instantly recognisable too and Hunter's expression instantly shifts, guarded as he recognises the neat and nice living room they're now in. He's seen this one a few times, but not with someone else nearby and he watches the other out the corner of his eye, interested to see just how they'll react to the scene that begins to play out, the kind that starts with a man named James Zolomon coming home from the War to start screaming at his wife, grabbing her by the arm and yelling about how much he's done and how this is what he comes back to. Anyone who looks around will spot the young kid on the stairs, silently watching it unfold. It's not ideal anyone seeing this kind of personal background and Hunter would have preferred to avoid it, knowing it would raise questions yet all things considered it could have picked worse things to be showing all and sundry.

"Who do you think you are? Do you know what I went through over there? Do you know the sacrifices I made for you? I come back after years of fighting for this country and this is my welcome home?"

[ For Hunter himself it's easy enough to watch as the man spies his son on the stairs, telling the kid to come down and watch carefully as his mother pleads on the floor. He even makes sure to watch the scene unfold to it's grisly end, watching as his father grabs a nearby shotgun, positions his kid to a front row seat to watch as his mother is shot in the head. It's something Hunter has seem time and time again in his mind, but not quite in so much detail since it happened and he glances back over to the person that's with him, ignoring the chaos behind him for now.]

Sorry you had to see that.


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arrival also omg zoloman omg

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[Kara's just outside the door, about to walk in, actually, to see if she can help, when she runs face-first (or, well, face-chest; this guy is very tall) into a newcomer. She steps back, smiling and waving a little awkwardly. She holds out her device with a pre-written greeting on it and pushes her glasses up her nose, pasting on that sunny cheer she's known for. welcome to hell! you'd never guess it by her smile!]

Hi! My name's Kara. Do you need any help finding anything, like your house or supplies?

\o/ kara!

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bucky barnes / marvel cinematic universe

[personal profile] ex_redact551 2018-03-01 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL
[ keeping quiet is easy enough - it's barely any effort when you've been conditioned to be a literal silent killer for the past fifty years. keeping quiet while missing one arm, though? that takes some effort, and even bucky's getting moments of awkward surprise (and delayed concern) when he moves an arm that just isn't there.

plus side: there's less of him to bump into, and he's at a size that's considerably bigger than most.

on the other hand? moving around with just one hand can be a bitch.
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un: jbb
anyone know where a guy can get fitted for prosthetics around here?
asking for a friend.

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[ leave a prompt for bucky to react to! he's not the most interactive at the moment since he's coming from the end of captain america: civil war, and he's missing an arm. chat me on discord @ lucxy#3832 or [plurk.com profile] superdick for any questions and suggestions. ]
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take 3

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the message from the new arrival pings his device when they get close enough and frank frowns at it for a moment. it's hard not to think of curtis and the other veterans in group, even if that isn't how this guy lost his arm. ]

un: hotdog
the natives will give you back your items once they're properly soundproofed.


[ he doesn't feel good about feeding bucky a party line, but he certainly doesn't have the skills to fabricate something like that. though between himself and micro... he makes a decision. one that should come as zero shock since it's what he's done here since square one: he decides to take the task upon himself, qualified or super not. ]

me and my brother can get you something temporary until then

god bless

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sansa stark : a song of ice and fire/game of thrones

[personal profile] isherarmor 2018-03-01 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival; ashes and dust metal and rust

[Once the dust has cleared (in all ways literal and not) it's easier terms to accept than she would have once thought. She'd been soundless before and not by choice, though that had only been weeks and this was...

...well, she couldn't say how for long it might be. And that was the worst part of it, truly, now that she'd had time to think, to turn the little device over in her hands, to inspect and unlock what secrets she could, all the while comparing it to the three that came before it - yes, the worst part were the slow waves of memory that returned - both of her own home and of the in between places that peppered those memories: two strange and oft dangerous, unpredictable lands and one hell.

Which is this, then?

Odds were it very well could be a hell.

Inspecting too, her hands, the faint lines of scarring not quite as visible as they once were - the trace of a symbol or word etched into her skin, worrying at the corner of her lip with her littlest finger, still absent its tip.

Worrying at the growing ache in her breast, needling at it - the realization that she is alone again and wolfless. It would be unnatural, and maybe cruel to subject Lady to such silence, wouldn't it? Ghost would not be bothered by it, and Jon would likely have---

---that hits her harder, her brother (half, he's only half) with the memory of Arya on its heels, gained and lost to her all over again.

The wince is instinctual and she's swallowing hard but does not cry out - it's all ache and coppering ashes in her mouth. A mouth which sets into a hard line - fingers on the keys and grasping hard - all the anger and sadness and bitter disappointment that's risen up in the wake of those memories - unknowingly firing off a senseless string of text.]


un: ladystark

u9nv; kfk f;ojSF ;;;L'SJDKLF



caught me unawares; all worlds intertwine

[The faint taste of mulled wine and lemoncakes - the gentle whine of a wolf sleeping at her feet. She wakes in pile of finely stitched pillows (some with intricate patterns, some with unkind words - there's a "shit" in there that elicits a smile) and the scent of slightly burnt bread drifting through the loft. Laughter, hers and theirs - Jon and Arya and the clang of steel on stone (not inside, stop it, you'll break---) - the faint hum of something more - someone more and the pillows are not pillows but whispering leaves - bright red and dusted with snowfall as she wakes once again.

In a godswood under what should be the shadow of a weirwood tree, her eyes open on sunlight and snowfall all at once. The drift tickles her face - it's the ghost of a wolf's kiss - the echo of a lost rabbit - no, it's Winterfell and she is building a snowcastle with your father, standing beside him as he breathes magic and life into an unreal imagining of the glass gardens, a snowball in her hand at the ready for...

...for...

Until it isn't - it's just a path and a door and red dust where the leaves should be. A stranger, and then---

---and then it is again, but:]


Don't spoil it!

falling down the stairs; you've dreamt this before (cw violence, all kinds of nope and abuse)
nightmare option is here because long post is really long

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[Hit me with it, ok.]
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list_maker: (really?)

UN: nymeria (hello sister! \o/ )

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-01 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The name is what compels Arya to answer the nonsensical message that appear on her device. She herself isn't quite used to using them, even after so many weeks of being forced to do either that or the hand language of the natives.]

[Arya doesn't answer straight away, not wanting to dare to hope that this is who she suspects it might be. She's already met another Stark who isn't her family. Even if she liked Tony, he isn't a Stark of Winterfell. But there must still be a fraction of hope left in her somewhere deep because she finally types back.]


you're very articulate, lady stark.

ALL THE HELLOS \o/

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Justine | the Dresden Files

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2018-03-01 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival;

[Justine is calm when she first opens her eyes. She inhales a short breath, feeling the red dust embed itself into her lungs. She doesn't cough or turn away, the only change is the flinch that follows the burning pain at the dusts presences. She exhales a long breath next and the pain begins to ebb. In and out; she slowly finds a cadence.

Her fingers move next, twitching at her side as her thoughts struggled to pull into clarity. Justine feels the familiar darkness at the edge of her mind. Dark words and desires are whispered too her; confusion and panic mingling with anger and hate. She slowly pushes the hazy voices away but with nothing else to focus on she struggles. The voice's aren't as clear as usual and Justine finds a balance just as she's pulled away from the red dust and washed. A dark calculating stare sweeps over the new setting as the fabric of the jumpsuit clings to her curvy frame. The device is placed in her hand and Justine looks down at the screen.

'No voices, no talking, only the insanity of complete silence.'

Justine doesn't know what hell she's found herself in but one name balances on her lips.]


Thomas. [Will it be the last time she's able to say his name aloud? Her voice is filled with longing, regret and pain. She'd endure anything for him, even what lays before her here.]


Caught me unawares

[Nightmares are a constant in Justine's life but she isn't ready for the dreams that plague her in the Quiet Place. They were... happy.

The first night begins with her and Thomas, alone in his room. They're sitting together on his bed and talking about books: The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Anne Rice and so on. Justine is wearing one of Thomas's shirts that has Buffy the Vampire Slayer written over top of a picture of a spunky blonde teen. Thomas is in his underwear and lounging lazily across the bed. His hair is dark like Justine's and his skin pale. He's shaped like an adonis, carved perfectly from stone.

Justine watches the memory from the corner, her dark eyes unfocused as she watches the simple moment.

This happiness won't last.]


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[ooc: Feel free to run into Justine anywhere. Also if you want to experience one of her nightmares I'd be down for writing that up. It'll involve vampires, torture, sex, mind control and things like that. I'm easy and up for whatever. I'm also on plur [plurk.com profile] mizuyoko. For those who know the canon, Justine is taken right before Thomas almost kills her.]

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[personal profile] ibiza 2018-03-03 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Before the group of people leaves the room, Margo hears the young woman next to her utter a name – Thomas. She can’t help but wonder who he is to her, but she makes the assumption that he’s the man she loves. Lord knows that Seth is on Margo’s mind. It’s something that she can understand, for sure.

When they step outside, Margo has the boldness to put a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. She frowns somewhat sympathetically. Knowing that not everyone can communicate by facial expressions alone, she pulls out her device and begins to type on it. A message pops up from the username bonnie. ]


I know what it’s like to miss someone important. Who’s Thomas?

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Davina Claire | the Originals

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[The red dust fills Davina's lungs and nose, making her cough and grab at her throat. She wants to scream and demand answers but she can't breathe as the red dust invades her lungs.

They process her like the others, washing away the red dust and giving her a jumpsuit in place of her attire. Davina doesn't like following directions and she struggles only to feel the pressure of the strangers finger against her lips. She's familiar with rituals and as kind as those eyes are, Davina doesn't trust them. Her situation is made more clear as the phone is pressed into her palm but it doesn't answer the questions that swarm through Davina's thoughts.

Do they really have a choice?

This had to be some kind of joke. She is the Regent of the New Orleans Coven's, she shouldn't be force to stand in some line and follow a strangers instructions. What does she get out of this? This isn't like being dead, it's something else and Davina has no idea what it is.]


[ Falling down the stairs ]

[She's falling.

Davina opens her eyes after she's finally on solid ground. It's night and she's in the cemetery. Four girls in white are brought out in front of the alter in a line, one representing each element that connects the witches to their ancestors. Earth, water, air and fire. Davina is at the end, her element is fire.

The ritual begins and then turns into a slaughter. A man behind Davina grabs her as her best friends throat is slit in front of her.

Davina watches in horror as the memory plays out. She thinks it's over when she wakes, except the next night continues with her death.]


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[ooc: Feel free to run into Davina wherever! She'll be looking around and exploring as well as testing her magic on this place. For some spells she does have to speak so someone can yell at her for whispering if they want. My plurk is [plurk.com profile] mizuyoko if you want to poke me. She's taken from the end of Season 2.]
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beverly marsh (it 2017)

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ARRIVAL

[ shaking with fear, bev nonetheless is one of the first newcomers out the door. staying in one place doesn't work for her. she won't cower in a corner and wait for these arguments to raise a point she agrees with. her head's pulsing, muscles aching as she takes her first, few steps out onto the sandy pathways, eyes red and wide.

there's somewhere she's supposed to be. she can't shake that sense. and maybe she should've waited in that other room, for someone who could answer her unspoken questions and make her feel less disoriented. but it's too late for that now.

anyone she spots on the sand pathways will see a frantic flurry of typing, then gesturing toward her device. ]


how do we get our stuff back???

[ she doesn't know about you, but she has shit she needs! ]


UNAWARES

[ summer, at the quarry with the other losers. that's bev's happiest memory. whether you're leaping off the cliff, or swimming in deep water, rough-housing with the best friends she's ever had - the experience is sun-dappled and carefree. the epitome of idyllic childhood. all that's different is the taste of dirt in her mouth, and the strange, niggling sensation that there's someone else there.

she sees you and you both fall, landing at the quarry again. this time, you're both at the edge of a tall cliff, looking over the edge into deep water. ]


What... [ unfortunately, the girl is just as confused as you. fortunately, she's not that afraid of heights. ] Should we jump?


FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS; cw: blood, child abuse
(note: highlight to read, i didn't want to put upsetting stuff too obviously on the tdm!)

[ if only sleep here were restful. the sudden drop makes her stomach jolt, and the landing winds her. coughing and coughing, she meets the eyes of a stranger before the ground falls out from underneath them again. bev doesn't scream as they plummet. it's only after they land, in a bathroom slick with blood that she lets out a wail of fright.

she knows this space, knows the fountain of blood pouring from the sink. she backs into a corner and sinks to the floor. the room around them shifts and buckles, into a black hallway, her father says:

i worry about you, bevvy, as he touches her long, red hair.

another scene, short hair again, the house dark again, al marsh backhands his daughter and knocks her to the floor. bev kicks him and scrambles up, running, barricades herself in the bathroom with the toilet tank lid. waits in the shower with the curtain drawn, breathing hard. when her father draws the curtain back, bev gathers up all her strength and cracks him across the head as hard as she can. his turn to crumple, bleeding from a head wound. more blood on the bathroom tiles.

she doesn't know if he's dead. she edges around him, shaking, crying.

and walks straight into the demonic clown there waiting for her.

there's another shift of scenery, the walls of her home blurring and changing to wet, dripping sewers. there's a haze surrounding the area, almost like the memory's fading, half-forgotten. people all around them, that same clown on the ground, except ITs face is that of beverly's father.

are you still my little girl? ]


No!


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what if you scream in your sleep?


[ asking for a friend. ]


WILDCARD

[ feel free to meet bev at arrival before she leaves, or wandering around the city. hmu at my plurk @ [plurk.com profile] deadlit ]
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oorah: (☠︎140)

un:hotdog;; super encrypto private

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[ frank had this same problem when he first came here so he feels qualified to answer. and her username gets his attention. sue him, he likes john hughes. ]

there are a few solutions. do you know anyone here who can watch you?

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Naminé | Kingdom Hearts

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[Falling down the stairs]

Naminé hasn't been alive long enough to necessarily have a lot of memories to begin with; however, a majority of her life so far had been hardship, one way or another. Even the one good thing she'd done by restoring Sora's memories was because she'd done a wrong to begin with, so did it even really count? Returning to Kairi might've been the only other good she'd ever done, helping her to become whole again at the cost of her own individual existence, to some extent.

She watches somberly as a familiar scene begins to play out in front of her, eyes flickering to her guest and remaining quiet as the first scene of many began to play out in front of them, her hands clasped against her chest as she took a deep and shaky breath. This wasn't gonna be fun for her, airing out all her dirty laundry in front of someone else.

[Network]

UN: witch

What was your world like, the one you were at before arriving here? What are some fond memories you might have of your home?
skyofreverie: (☆ Have Faith ☆ Smile)

falling - the title of this prompt seems appropriate for them

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Sharing dreams isn't unusual for Sora - not after spending time in the same space as his Nobody or the events that happened in the Facility. He's seen bits and pieces of his time at Castle Oblivion from the view of Riku's Replica (named Mera at the time). Of course he's aware that he could have asked what happened there but Sora knows that his forgetting has hurt people.

So when the semi-familiar white rooms appear, Sora reaches out to take Naminé's hand and looks over at her with a smile. He gives her hand a squeeze. "Hey, it's okay. No matter what, I don't regret that we met."

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