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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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NAVIGATION



frenchnovel: by taintedstuff (hands)

[personal profile] frenchnovel 2018-03-02 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sense of surprise Frank feels is mutual and it shows on Sarah’s face. She hasn’t seen him around, but it should make sense that he would show up in her dreams. Dreams are a place for the familiar. They’re where everything you know shows up. This shouldn’t surprise her, but it does. Sarah blinks, mouth gaping slightly, and sits up a little straighter. ]

Pete? [ She shakes her head. Not Pete. He stopped being Pete a while ago. Sarah corrects herself quickly. ] Frank?

[ Her hands brush the reddish dust off of the jumpsuit she’s wearing. It’s not even her clothing so she doesn’t know why she cares about whether it’s clean or not, but the instinct remains. ]
relicta: (♚ 168)

[personal profile] relicta 2018-03-02 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ at first she tolerates his concern, but as it goes on, her shoulders tense up before forcibly shrugging him off. steve, this is not about your complex right now!! she knows she's being a little bratty, but just, give her a minute for the coughing to wind down on its own. ]

I really hate that stuff. [ she points to the sand and grimaces. ]
list_maker: (young wolf)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-02 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Arya follows because she's now attached and has little choice. She could let go, of course. But the woman has her curious.] Yes. Same way. Perhaps a month ago. The days bleed together here.
rishhavel: (whio'naks (attentive))

Spock || Star Trek (AOS)

[personal profile] rishhavel 2018-03-02 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL

[When the disorientation and lethargy clear, Spock is certain of only one thing: he is a long way from home. He has too many questions, and the woman had too few answers. A haunted world... It seems impossible. Should be impossible. Ghosts are not real. Monsters are not real (at least not in the fantastical sense of boogeymen). Even if he isn't in his own reality, having somehow slipped between dimensions, science and logic should prevail. There is a scientific, logical explanation for everything.

Still, he accepts the condition of total silence, and it isn't long before he's walking one of the sand-covered paths with the intention of exploring. The red color of it reminds him of home, and he can't stifle the muted, bittersweet ache that constricts his chest.
]





FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS

[Spock rarely dreams, let alone has nightmares, so when he has the first one, he assumes it's due to stress and takes time to meditate the next day. When the nightmare occurs a second time, he meditates again, attempting to sort through his thoughts to find the cause.

It doesn't work, of course.

In the nightmares he's on Vulcan. Red sand whips through the air. There's a general sense of panic, of chaos. The planet is dying; they have to evacuate. His mother is right there, then he blinks and she's too far away. He reaches out. The ground falls away. His hand closes on empty air. The scene abruptly shifts and he's on the Enterprise, outside the warp core. Jim is lying there, lifeless. His hand is pressed to the cold reinforced glass separating them. He can't even get his body out until the radiation is low enough. Grief and rage burn through him.

Every night is the same, until the third. Upon approaching the door, Spock thinks perhaps he's solved the problem, or at least changed something. He twists the knob, steps forward and then he's falling, twisting through the darkness seemingly endlessly — except it does end, and for several moments Spock thinks he's back on Vulcan, with the red sand whipping through the air. He turns, eyes wide, expecting to see his mother.
]





WILDCARD

[ya idk insert something else here? XD]
Edited 2018-03-02 03:08 (UTC)
skyofreverie: (☆ Something's Going On ☆ Peer)

arrival~

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-03-02 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[New arrival day - it comes around just like Sora expected it would. Which means he's heading for the arrival room, ready to lend his healing magic if needed or just answer questions. And maybe to see if any familiar faces pop up in the new batch.

Sora's heading towards it, which means he just so happens to see someone in his direction. Away from the room. He lifts a hand as a silent greeting before pulling out his communicator. The username that pops up is sol.]


Hey, you're new, right?
full_metal: (actual hint of an actual smile)

[personal profile] full_metal 2018-03-02 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rita had assumed the girl was a native, and she turns her head to hide her wince. She doesn't have a working theory for how the hell she got here, but children being brought here is a variable she'd rather not have to contend with. What kind of sick fuck messes with kids?

This one -- Saoirse -- seems to be taking it in stride. The least Rita can do is muster a smile for her. ]


I'm from England. We're neighbors.

[ God, this is weird. She wants to ask Saoirse if she remembers the mimic invasion, but she doesn't want to give her nightmares. As if filling her head with dire warnings about 'sound-eaters' hasn't already taken care of that. Instead, after a moment's thought, she types out another message. ]

I could help you look for her.

[ It'll get her moving, and it might lead her to someone with a bit more information. Besides, she's not letting this little bit of a thing wander around by herself. ]
deadboywalking: ([:o] que?)

caught me unawares

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-03-02 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Well. This is familiar. It's so familiar that Will almost steps forward when he sees the kitchen table, the drawing supplies, the smiling woman standing at the stove. He has to physically stop himself, drawing in a slow breath, crossing his arms over his chest. Not his life. Close, but not quite.

Instead he glances over at the man standing there, sort of surprised at how unsurprised he is.
]

You're a lot smaller then.
oorah: (☠︎019)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-02 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ pete actually gets a smile. he shakes his head when she corrects herself, his hand reluctantly falling away as she begins to dust herself off. nothing about her showing up could herald good things, whether it's real or a super convincing illusion, but it's still nice to see her. always is. ]

Actually, it's Hotdog here.
lovesbitch: but in this kind (☾ 106)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ jobs? fuck that shit. if they want him to hang out in monsterville then he is 100% getting a free ride okay. take his name right out of that hat. then he's reading about researchy people and noting the distinct lack of her using anyone else's names. like the witches or dawn. hell, he'd even take xander right now, if you could believe that. spike nods in solidarity. he'll hit things with faith any day. and speaking of... ]

That's just damn unnatural. Fighting ain't supposed to be QUIET. Bloody hell. Who came up with this place, M. Night Shyamalan?
darknstormy: (Kate's dead)

[personal profile] darknstormy 2018-03-02 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He caught her scent and the feel of Margo before being able to visually confirm who suddenly jumped on him in a hug. His arms held her and Seth almost spoke before the finger over his mouth reminded him. A few more gestures of her hands and sting of his beat down diminished greatly.

The communication device given to him was shoved into the waistband of his pants, both hands taking her face and looking Margo over to make sure no one laid a hand on her. Seth watched her busy with the device given to her but didn't take his out. Instead, he slung an arm around her shoulders and landed a soft kiss at her lips.

He motioned with a nod of his head in a direction. If he had to fumble with a device, Seth would rather not be out among the local foot traffic. There was assigned housing designated to him that he wanted to check out. Margo had to endure his arm around her, her boyfriend refusing to let her go.

Quarters were quaint, to say the least. A drastic change from the place he set up for them in New York or even Florida. Yet he would've easily given up all creature comforts rather than be without Margo. He closed the door behind them as instructed and fished the device from his waistband. ]


the fucking welcoming committee. Anyone touch u?

[ He eyed Margo with a longer stare to fully inspect her physical state. ]
rockypath: (Don't Fuck with Me)

arrival

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-02 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith is carrying a large bag of sand down the path when she sees the man just kicking sand around and acting like an ass.

She sets down her bag and heads over to him like a woman on a mission. Once she gets there, yeah, she's gonna grab him by his jumpsuit collar. Faith's stronger than she looks and she's a bit riled right now, forgive her. She's not what one would call a stickler for the rules, but what the hell, man? Did he want to get ripped apart limb from limb?]
misplacesfriends: (☒ But I won't lose hope)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-03-02 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[At least he's not too terribly distracted by the goings on to notice the grin. And it kinda sets him at ease given their current situation.

But...yeah, we're exnaying that idea, Clara.

He reaches over and grabs the back of her shirt/dress, not tugging, just firmly keeping in place.]


No, we definitely don't want to deal with him.

[Finn casts a quick glance around, missing the killing swipe and the old man's demise. He'd seen it once already, replayed it a thousand times before this recurring nightmare started.

Then he spies some rudimentary blasters, nothing like what he was used to with the First Order, but they would work.]


Over there! [He points with his free hand.]
rockypath: (Default)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-02 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
No idea. If I did, I'd be out kicking the shit out of them right now and I wouldn't be talking to your ass. [She's clearly frustrated at how few answers she's got for him.]

they assign you a house? people all live together. Some people have managed to score private homes, but I haven't been so lucky.
rishhavel: (Default)

[personal profile] rishhavel 2018-03-02 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Spock slows to a stop upon spotting someone else. He raises his hand in return. There's no ping or other noise to indicate a message and yet he glances at his device all the same, remembering the rule for silence.

His own username is cdrspock.
]

It would seem I am. My name is Spock. Who are you?
lovesbitch: ere i will my virgin (☾ 157)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ he nods, empathy writ across his gaze. he's been stuck in places like this before, and he really is sorry faith had to go it alone before. hell, he's even more sorry that she gets stuck with him and not one of the others. almost anyone would be preferable, right? ]

What they don't have a cemetary? I'll sleep there like a respectable vampire. [ not that there is such a thing. and IF there was, he's so not it. ]
Edited 2018-03-02 03:36 (UTC)
misplacesfriends: (☑ Well the taller they stand)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-03-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He briefly met Artoo but honestly he doesn't remember the droid all that well. Not to mention any noises that would be customarily be made are probably missing in this place, leaves the droid's communication abilities to nothing, huh?

But the noise he makes is ear-catching and enough to turn Finn's head in their direction...just as Rey barrels into him.

Finn staggers back a few paces, his arms coming up to wrap around her slightly slower but all the same he holds her just as tight. The ex-trooper buries his face in her shoulder, glad to see she's alright.

His last memories of seeing her unconscious from being tossed into the tree flash through his mind. His mouth opens but he manages to stop from saying anything, instead he just squeezes her a little bit tighter.

At least all this hugging let Artoo catch up?]
deadboywalking: ([:o] que?)

caught me unawares

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-03-02 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Falling sucks. Every time Will thinks he's finally figured out this place, something weird and random and uncomfortable happens, and this time it's falling. He sits up a with a soft groan, ruffling the dust out of his hair and squinting upwards.

The voice makes him twitch (no no no shhh we have to be quiet shhh) but he realizes soon they're not in Reims.

His voice is hoarse from disuse when he answers:
] I'm Will. Who're you?
deadboywalking: ([:o] gay panic intensifies)

un: willthewise

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-03-02 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
i guess
try not to sleep?
divarication: (my scarf is hiding Aiden's bite marks)

[personal profile] divarication 2018-03-02 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Riley's seen those videos - those are nothing compared to the events that happen on a daily occurrence on his world.

What he's seen so far of this city isn't too bad. It might not be very lived in but the general upkeep is better. The people work hard to take care of their homes and buildings, bodies don't litter every street. Even children because there are no homes for them to go to in the slum Sector.

It's obvious that the teen wasn't expecting the more violent aspects of his life. Riley doesn't even need to know the other person well to identify the expression on his face. Nor is he surprised when the teen turns away. Even he has to turn away at the mere memory of it.]


Despicable, isn't it? That people like that exist in any world.
misplacesfriends: (☐ You just give them)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-03-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[No place would be quite like Agrabah, nor any place like Jakku. But honestly, not much to see in this place. Finn had nothing memorable, honestly, aside from the things happening right now.

Finn glances down at him—a kid, yet somehow not?—then shakes his head, looking back over at the soldiers. They're well hidden behind a rock.]


Not for me. For him. [Finn nods at an older man that's still hidden somewhat in his hut.

However most of Finn's attention is on two soldiers, one of them on the ground.]


Not me, not yet.
frenchnovel: by taintedstuff (smile up)

[personal profile] frenchnovel 2018-03-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ It seems important to get the lay of the land, so Sarah has been walking around and trying to memorize the community as best she can. The experience reminds her a lot of being a college freshman trying to familiarize herself with the campus, only this is a lot scarier. With the threat of monsters always present, she finds she can’t shake the constant feeling of chills. It’s the same sensation she gets after having watched a truly scary movie. That’s why she doesn’t watch very many scary movies.

When a genuinely cute child approaches her, though, she smiles down at him warmly and glances at her device as he types a message. Her eyebrows wrinkle when she reads the words. Frank? She definitely knows a Frank. Could he really be one and the same? She types in a response quickly. ]


Yes, I’m Sarah. What’s your name, sweetie? And do you know Frank’s last name?
culver: goodjobself @ dw (believer)

[personal profile] culver 2018-03-02 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Nill recognizes the offer as a way to get her to come out from her hiding spot, but she doesn't resent that. Especially not after her stomach twists at the mention of food. She is pretty hungry, and she's already decided that Clara probably isn't going to hurt her.

So she nods, finally emerging fully into the alley. The sand shifts beneath her shoes and she twists her feet a bit into it, liking the way it feels. The blonde offers Clara another smile, one a little more open than before, and nods again. Lead the way.]
rockypath: (smile)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-02 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
There are cemeteries, but a sandpath probably needs to be made to them. Or you can risk it, I'm not your mother.

[He'd also have to sort out what he's going to eat. There wasn't an overabundance of animals and things around to hunt. In the woods he'd have more luck. Also no blood bank. Maybe... willing donors? Ugh. The less she knew about that the better.]
skyofreverie: (☆ What's A Guy To Do ☆ Shrug)

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-03-02 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[After spending three years in the Facility, Sora's used to not getting a ping or anything to say when he's got a message. He simply checks it all of the time. There are also other ways to communicate but he's only learned a few words of the native sign language.]

Welcome to Reims. I'm Sora. I've only been here a month but if you have any questions, I can try to answer them for you.
culver: goodjobself @ dw (you're the one that i want)

[personal profile] culver 2018-03-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Max is still near her legs, inexplicably helping her feel safe despite everything. She's (mostly) alone with a man she doesn't know, in a place she's never been, with nobody around to stage a last-minute rescue. But his gentle movements and kind eyes push all those negative and terrifying things to the wayside for the time being.

And the dog. The dog is a big bonus.

She watches, wariness ebbing just a bit, as he moves to trace on her arm. Goosebumps rise--Nill isn't used to people touching her; after going to live in the church, it had taken her weeks before she'd even let Bishop sit beside her on a pew so she could listen to him lament about being blind (and how he couldn't see her in her adorable dresses, but she can forgive him that for putting a roof over her head). Heine was the only person whose touch she'd never been afraid of, but his contact was always a gentle brush of fingers against hers, a ruffle of her blonde locks, his head in her lap as he poured his torn soul out to her while she stroked his always-messy hair. The sanctity of confession was only matched by having a mute as a confidante.

P-B. A strange name, but who is she to judge? Eventually, her tolerance for tactile contact is used up, and she pulls her hands away perhaps a little too quickly. But she nods, letting him know she's understood. PB. She'll remember.]