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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.

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lovesbitch: in himself he is (☾ 105)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ sand...paths. right-o. he blows out a silent, but exasperated breath. ]

Which horror shack do you live in then? [ cause he's crashin ]
full_metal: (actual hint of an actual smile)

wildcard (for the Best Boy!)

[personal profile] full_metal 2018-03-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The problem with everyone striving for perfect silence is that it makes it possible for kids in sky-blue jumpsuits to get the drop on her. There's really no excuse: Rita's distracted, the faint scuff of a foot against the sand startles her, and she turns on a dime. Her arm twitches in an aborted gesture, reaching for a weapon she doesn't have before realizing it's just a boy, not a threat.

Except her overblown reaction seems to have startled him in turn, and the book at the top of his stack starts to slip. Rita's been here long enough to know that all sounds aren't a death sentence, but a book hitting the ground would probably be pushing it. She darts forward, one hand catching the book before it can complete its slide to freedom, the other steadying the boy's shoulder. Slowly, like she's disarming a fucking explosive, she sets the book back where it belongs. Then she puffs out a quiet breath, the faintest ghost of a laugh, and raises her eyebrows at him as if to say: that was close. ]
rishhavel: (deshkau (question))

[personal profile] rishhavel 2018-03-02 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[He needs time to sort his thoughts, gather questions, but one does come to mind.]

What is the current year?
misplacesfriends: (☐ And to be well)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-03-02 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Probably a good thing that Finn's nightmare reaches out and yanks a familiar face, huh?

Finn will be glad to see him, too. Once he realizes who he's grabbed.

(lol You said Sound Eaters and I jump to Sora's Dream Eaters. Had to re-read. But those things would be useful here at least.)

They're behind cover now, the parts of the dream running on despite the duplicate!dream!Poe and the newly arrived duplicate!dream!Finn.

And Finn looks at who he's dragged.]


Poe! [Man, he's a sight for sore eyes yet again. (As he always is.)

He grasps the other's forearm a little bit tighter in greeting as this isn't the place for hugs.]


Yeah, I know, but we're not staying here long...

[Over yonder duplicate!dream!Finn is getting the lovely blood-print on his helm.]
skyofreverie: (☆ Not Talking ☆ Silent)

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-03-02 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Sora's found that even alternate versions of the same world can be very different. Especially Earth. It may not look like much, but it's a whole new world for him.

He knows he looks young still - hazard of living in the Facility for years only to "go home" and come back like those years hadn't happened. But not even his fourteen year old self could ignore this situation.

A glance to the hut his new ally gestures to.]


Well, we're not just gonna sit here right?
Edited 2018-03-02 04:07 (UTC)
rockypath: (dark side)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-02 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[She does smirk a little bit. He is kind of amusing in his exasperation. Sorry, Spike.] House Seven. It's not half bad I've got my room all decked out. We got some couches and shit. It's no Ritz, but it's not a complete dump.
culver: goodjobself @ dw (centuries)

[personal profile] culver 2018-03-02 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He kneels, and Nill knows it's to put her at ease--it works, to an extent. There's still a lump in her useless throat and her wings are trembling just a bit, but her eyes don't burn as much anymore. She swallows, trying to remember how to breathe, and takes a moment to compose herself as he types out a message for her to read.

She takes a little longer than should be necessary to scan the words, but only allows herself a few seconds to think about them. France is a country she's heard of before--but it doesn't really exist anymore, as far as she knows. There had been a war, things had gotten ugly politically. But she's never been to school, has never heard the full spiel. She thinks the underground she's from is somewhere in what used to be Germany, but she can't really be sure. Nobody talked about it, and she'd never asked. That was all too big-picture for her tiny life, just stories about a world she'd never been meant to see.

The device in her own hands feels awkward, so she opts for something a little more familiar. Looking down, she uses the sole of her shoe to smooth down part of the sandy path before using the toe to trace out four letters, a name. Her name.

NILL

And just to be clear, she points to herself, eyes darting up to meet his.]
bossily: (phone)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-02 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[God, she hates texting. It makes her feel like one of her students, or like one of those people who spend all day on Twitter. Still, it's the best way to talk to him. So she pulls her out and works on a response.]

Being alone is awful. I'm not very good at it, and it's how I've felt the entire time I've been here. No one deserves to sleep outside without a blanket. All alone.

[Relax, Clara. You literally have only been here like a day or two.]
skyofreverie: (☆ Zeus I Can't Figure This Out ☆ Confuse)

[personal profile] skyofreverie 2018-03-02 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[A nod of his head as he waits for Spock to ask his questions.]

We don't know, not even the natives know. After the Sound Eaters arrived the people were more concerned about survival than keeping track of the years. Not to mention that a lot of people died at the beginning.

Though a lot of people seem comfortable with the level of tech available here. The old woman who greeted you, Constance, heard stories about the Sound Eaters from her great grandmother.
culver: faggotmakesicon @ lj (glass)

hello!

[personal profile] culver 2018-03-02 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[For a brief moment, she stays standing as he crouches. But she can't help herself, and follows suit, reaching out to run her fingers gently over the purple petals of a flower she doesn't recognize. It's beautiful and velvety beneath her fingers, and she wonders how something so delicate and soft can grow like this.

She glances at the device, taking her time reading his message. Absently she nods again; they'd told her, almost first thing, that there was danger lurking here. But that isn't anything new to Nill. She's used to feeling an almost constant air of paranoia anyway. It's just for a different reason now.

Carefully, she fiddles with the 'berry until she figures out the texting function.]


thank you
im nill
i like plants
deadboywalking: ([:)] mom's dating a nerd)

arrival

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-03-02 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Hello there, complete stranger. Will's actually...the perfect age to get that reference. That show ended when he was like, 11. So Nat gets a brief, shy sort of half-smile. He's much more inclined to be friendly to strange women than strange men, so here, have a carefully typed question:]

hi. are you new?
rockypath: (side look)

unawares

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-02 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[The tiny apartment reminds Faith in a way of her own childhood home, but little else about this seems familiar. And then there's the fact that it's all happening to a boy. Obviously these memories are not hers. Or she's having a real wacked out fantasy, right now. Another pointless prophetic dream? At least she's not being forced to make a bed with a knife in her gut like the last time.

But she's watching events unfold curiously. It would have been nice to have a mother who cared. A friend to stick up for her. Although, if she's completely honest with herself, she'd been the bully nearly as many times as the victim as a child and teen. The one others needed protected from. So much rage in her, built up and with out the proper outlet.

She's caught in her thoughts when suddenly there's a man there too. Faith blinks. Hm. She gestures around to the apartment they're still in. The dream.]
This shit belong to you? Cause I know it ain't mine.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-02 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes narrow a little as she gets a second look. Timelines are crazy things, so it's probably better to just drop it. Except she wants to either know she's right,
or learn who she is if not the viking that she and the Doctor worked so hard to save.
]

You look identical to a girl I know. Your name isn't Ashildr?
lovesbitch: examine well your blood (☾ 131)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's not like spike's overly fond of it either, he'd rather yell nonsense words at anyone who would (not) listen. but this is the hand they were dealt. he's pretty used to getting screwed in deals like this, but even so, this is a biT MUCH. ]

Maybe I deserve it. You don't know me enough to say. [ but he doesn't have the energy for this. he's out. ] Neither of us are alone now, right?

[ he sighs, then sits up and drapes the blanket across his lap, offering her half of it since now he's stolen her blanket and he feels bad. super intimidating, spikey. ]

Alternate universes really do my nut, you know? [ it's an apology. look at that. or at the very least, an admittance of guilt. he was a dick, you were right. etc etc be smug if you want. ]
Edited 2018-03-02 04:34 (UTC)
lilithsoul: (01)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe an android? She blinked, after all.]

Understandable. What do you not believe?

[Rei... really needed to work on filling in antecedents and prepositional phrases.]
lovesbitch: either to die the death (☾ 125)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Great, that'll be a step up from my complete dump then. [ thanks 4 being a pal ]
misplacesfriends: (☒ All I have to do)

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-03-02 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, Facility works on you. Not that Finn knows it. But at least it gives him experience that his "years" lack.

Finn looks back down at him, then back at the hut, his brow furrowing. He hadn't tried interfering with the nightmare before. Didn't really know if he could aside from touching inanimate things like this rock and walls.]


I...haven't tried anything before.

[Hesitation.]

We're not going to be here long.
list_maker: (preparing for a fight)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-02 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[A soft shake of her head. But that is interesting. Someone with her face. Walking around...]My name is Arya Stark.

What's your name?
rockypath: (<3)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-02 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She waves him to follow.] No one else we know here. I've been waiting. [It's been a little lonely, sure. But she's made friends. And the Scoobies had never really been her friends to begin with, had they? She'd been there as a means to an end.]
ibiza: (skeptical)

[personal profile] ibiza 2018-03-02 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can’t help but smile as he kisses her. Every time he kisses her thrills her like the first time. That’s how she knows they have compatible chemistry. As he pulls away, she leans in and presses her lips in a little further to make the kiss last just a little bit longer. Margo can’t resist. Seth is temptation in the flesh to be sure and passing up on a kiss is never an option.

He nods and that’s all the direction she needs. They’ve been communicating without words for a while now. This is nothing new. She walks with him off in the direction he gestures off to. It’s a small home, nothing like Castle Whitespire and nothing like the penthouse Seth put her up in in New York City, but Margo supposes that it has a kind of charm to it.

Margo rolls her eyes when she reads his message and looks at him with raised eyebrows, nodding her head. If only he knew what had happened in that room. She quickly gets to typing on her device so she can elaborate and fill in the blanks. God knows she doesn’t want to leave him in suspense in this situation. ]


When the assholes undressed me I used battle magic on one of them. They restrained me. This place is messed up.

[ She lets out a heavy sigh. It’s good to be past that stage. Sure, she wishes she was in her clothing and not in a creepy blue jumpsuit, but now she’s left to her own devices. She has some kind of freedom. More than that, she has Seth. This is much better. Margo nuzzles herself up against him and rests her head on his shoulder. Whatever the hell this is, at least he’s around. ]
tropism: (pic#10538112)

[personal profile] tropism 2018-03-02 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
A magician of what sort?

[ some charlatan. some ugly doll. he's not sure he approves of the aesthetic; the lack of feeling in his death reminds him of cioccolata who died in his hands, or polpo, equally callous, immense, dying in his greed. things that he thinks of as he watches this man's body die. not-die. he knows something of that, too; that one he pushes to the back of his mind. ]
inconstantly: (195)

[personal profile] inconstantly 2018-03-02 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[John had expected some kind of attention from his actions, but definitely not one quite so aggressive. Maybe just a few stares and more shushes. The force pulling his collar is strong, but she is not making a move to either kill or eat him, so that's a good sign.]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[It wouldn't be the first time someone he couldn't remember approached him in this way. He should probably be lucky that it didn't start with a slap to the face.]
tropism: (pic#10540667)

arrival / un: gg

[personal profile] tropism 2018-03-02 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine to be overwhelmed, but I can't read minds.

Try again.
tweeking: (☕ Fʀᴏᴢᴇɴ Eɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ)

Tweek Tweak | South Park

[personal profile] tweeking 2018-03-02 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[Silence is an impossible task for Tweek. He knows he can't do it, he knows it's too much. But the last thing he wants is for one of these strangers to touch him again. Really--he'd agree to anything just to get away from the strange people talking with their hands, looking too nice and suspicious.

He can do his best to be quiet. He can stick to the sand paths. As soon as he's able to leave, he does. Fortunately, he makes it at least a few feet from the reset room. Unfortunately, that's how long it takes for him to get startled. All it takes is one 'GAH!' and goner.

He doesn't know how much time has passed, but he also doesn't quite remember what happened. He finds himself in that dreaded room all over again.]
Why is this happening?

II. Caught me unawares (-ish)

[Sleep isn't something that comes easily. Or ever. Even more so when everthing about being here is too much. Too stressful. The stress is stressful. The thought of the stress being stressful stresses him out.

He doesn't immediately remember that he has his coping mechanisms for calming down, but when he does, he finds his center. He relaxes, his breathing slows. The walls fall away, the carpet fades away. He's in a vibrantly colored garden. Water flowing nearby, birds chirping, animals. Really cute animals.

At some point, he actually does doze off. It's not for long; it hardly ever is, but at least his dreams keep him in this same pleasant place.]



III. Network; un: groundsforconspiracy

Has anyone ACTUALLY seen one of these sound
monster
things
because how do we know they're not around us right now? What if THESE PEOPLE are actually the monsters? WHAT IF WE'RE THE MONSTERS?


IV. Wildcard.
dreidels: (🎸 Tᴏɴsɪʟ Tʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ)

Kyle Broflovski | South Park

[personal profile] dreidels 2018-03-02 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[It's not the worst place he's been. That's what Kyle tells himself, though if he's honest with himself, he'd not be so sure. It's... weird. And also complete and utter bullshit. Far be it from Kyle to keep his opinions to himself.

At first he thinks it's some kind of elaborate prank, but as the woman speaks to him, he realizes it's far worse. These people actually expect him not to talk. Which leads to him arguing about it. Loudly.]


II. Falling down the stairs

[Eventually, Kyle relents and agrees to be silent. He has the device, which is almost as good as his own, so perhaps he can manage. For the first few days, it's not so bad. They're difficult, but it's the nights that are much worse.

Every night it's the same dream: his brother's birth parents coming to take him away. Except it never gets to the good part, where he's eventually able to get Ike back home where he belongs. Instead it's only the beginning: his brother not wanting to leave, their parents crying, Kyle feeling heartbroken and helpless, unable to stop any of it from happening.

After two nights of it, he resolves to simply not sleep. Except it's not so easy; eventually exhaustion claims him. This dream starts differently, but it doesn't feel any better. The hallway makes him think of a hospital, with it being so incredibly long. The lights flicker as he comes to the door.

He opens it, steps forth, and then he's falling, falling--

until eventually he lands, exactly where he doesn't want to be all over again.]


III. Network; un: cartmansucks

My question is whether this is some fucked up alternate reality or is this really what we have to look forward to in the future? Everything I ever heard about the future isn't like this, but then there's what happened to Canada.

IV. Wildcard.
Edited 2018-03-02 05:17 (UTC)