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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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deadlight: (my mind's like a deadly disease)

falling down

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-02 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wind, red sand and heat the likes of which she’s never felt. is there more than one sun in the sky? hard to tell. doesn’t matter, because she’s busy coughing, spitting the red dirt out of her mouth. it takes her a second to get to her feet, but it’s only then that she spots the silhouette of a man nearby and takes a reflective step backward. ]

What is this?

[ it’s shouted over the weather. maybe he’ll have the answers she’s seeking. ]
oorah: (☠︎033)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-02 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her laugh harkens him back to that first time in the liebermans' house. her making him coffee. him confessing their similarities... he has to take a breath, and it has nothing to do with the red dust filling up his lungs. though that doesn't help. he should get up. but he also has the urge to just not move ever again. go figure. ]

Two big question marks for me too, lady. It's some kinda horror show, and that's the best I've got.

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-02 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well that's not comforting. so much for getting home without missing anything big. she thinks about rachel, alone in the hospital, no answers about her mother and no sign of chloe anywhere. she feels... sick. she stares at his answer for a while, leg bouncing on the ball of her foot a few times. fidgeting when she doesn't like an answer ruins any chance at a poker face. ]

well this place is getting the worst yelp review i can think of if i can get the internet to work
353: (pic#11861098)

[personal profile] 353 2018-03-02 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Frank... has never actually told him his second name, but Mike is convinced it's the same Sarah from the photograph. ]

I'm Mike. I don't know it. But you're married to David, right? [ He remembers David talking about her, about how much he missed her and their kids but that he'd protect them if they ever showed up here. It made Mike jealous of their children, jealous of what a caring father they had. ]

They'll be really happy to see you. [ Or maybe not because of how dangerous this place is. ]
killectric: (unimpressed)

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-02 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Erk! Killua goes rigid.]

Why would it be me? Hey, I didn't ask to be here.
Edited 2018-03-02 18:58 (UTC)
inconstantly: (264)

[personal profile] inconstantly 2018-03-02 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't say when it had to be.

[He whispers too, rough voice just barely audible between them. Maybe he doesn't know who he's taunting, but he's getting an idea that it'll be fun finding out.]

But you realize there won't be much room for talking when you kiss me.
inconstantly: (241)

[personal profile] inconstantly 2018-03-02 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
i can't decide if i should tell you to leave that to yourself or demand every detail

i'll let you choose
gotyourselfapilot: (pic#9998289)

[personal profile] gotyourselfapilot 2018-03-02 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The good thing about this is Poe's familiar with the scene. He presses his lips together though. Since he's certain about something now as he watches some of the scene from cover.

Sound Eaters would be going after everyone including them if they were actually part of the nightmare. Very useful and deadly. Poe didn't want to face anyone in this dream though. It doesn't work out for him.

Finn's definitely here in the dream as he feels the grip. He gives a small smirk at him. ]


Good to see you. Even if it's not all that great right now.

[ He gives him a look while tilting his head. His eyebrows lifting upwards. ]

Where do we move from here?

[ Sorry about that Finn. Poe is the one that shot poor Slip. He was shooting at every stormtrooper out there on Jakku. His blaster bolt could have hit Finn or anyone else. There was a time he stopped since a familiar black ship descends on the planet. That's soon and he knows it. ]
Edited (Grammar again... (it was right the first time. Brain sucks.)) 2018-03-02 19:24 (UTC)
tacosgay: (unlock my tragic backstory)

Taako | The Adventure Zone: Balance | TAZ Balance spoilers

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-03-02 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
falling down the stairs

Taako doesn't ordinarily dream. It's very likely due to the fact that he doesn't really sleep; not the way most people would know it, anyway. Elves have their weird biological bullshit just like any other species, or race, whichever one would call it. And so, when he sinks into his restful meditation for the evening, he isn't expecting the vivid imagery that greets him.

He's in Glamour Springs. He's been doing another show, another episode of Sizzle It Up with Taako, and he's just wrapped up the recipe he's been working on with a flourish, displaying the completed chicken for his adoring audience.

"Who wants samples~?"

People line up; old, young, teenagers, househusbands and housewives. Hungry strangers, and bored looky-loos wanting a free show. One by one, they accept their little piece of chicken on a small plate, and they taste it, and they rave about the flavor, about Taako's skill.

One by one, they begin to get sick.

It starts slow; someone feels nauseated, but it's brushed off at first, until someone nearby begins to vomit. Then another. Then another.

Taako doesn't wait to see what happens next. He's already shutting down the wagon, putting everything away so quickly that he nearly smashes a glass bowl in the process, and he's yelling to Sazed to shut it down, to get them moving as soon as possible. Outside of the trailer, he can hear the sounds of a slowly-growing hysteria building, people calling frantically to one-another or begging for help, calling for doctors, and he begins to panic.

He doesn't look back out of the windows as they finally pull away, driving away at a frantic pace, leaving the scene of destruction behind. There's nothing they could do, right? Taako knew exactly what he'd done wrong.

Or so he'd thought.

The next day, he wakes up alone, the trailer silent. Sazed is nowhere to be found. He has to face this alone. Pain and horror gather into a cold, heavy pit low in his stomach. He can't breathe.

And then... he's somewhere else. He's not on the trailer anymore, cold panic wrapping itself around him like a second skin; he's in a hallway, and there is a door ahead. He half-runs to it, and then entirely runs, desperate to get away from this, to go anywhere but here--

-- and then he's falling, and he can't remember why, and a new kind of terror tears at him until, quite suddenly, he lands, pain spiking up through his frame; he's paralyzed for a second, unable to get up. The pain passes, however, and he's able to stand, and there's dirt-- it's everywhere, it's in his mouth and eyes, and he glances up to see someone near him, and then he's falling again, spiraling downward to somewhere unseen, and this time, he isn't alone--

... and, suddenly, he's in Glamour Springs, and he's just finished up a show of Sizzle It Up with Taako, and he's having to watch, helplessly, only dimly aware of his new companion as he hears his own voice call to the audience--

"Who wants samples~?"

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-02 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tomato tomahto ok. she's gonna just... pinch the brim of her nose because holy shit. ]

i don't know, all of it seems fucking crazy
stay quiet or some mysterious shit will kill you???
that's like a video game or horror movie plot, not real life
lilithsoul: (Default)

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-02 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[No reaction as she read the reply, other than what looked almost like what a shrug should have appeared, if you didn't actually move your shoulders. Rei was pretty blase to everything.]

It is unusual, but my life is unusual. I do not no what a horror looks like, or what normal does.
deadlight: (i sat alone)

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-02 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
i tried
things are a little foggy

ok so they'd just be people
not zombies


[ she will DEFINITELY be sleeping in the reset room until she figures something better out. ]

what's texting is it what we're doing now?
oorah: (☠︎024)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-02 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
no zombies
unless they came in that way i guess
what the fuck

that's what we're doing now yea
just pull up 'hotdog' and start typing a message
i'll see it

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-02 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
you should say bear fight next time, it'd be cooler

[ this was her attempt at humor over the fact that she totally doesn't believe him. but hey. she can understand keeping secrets. she gives a weak smile, since she's used the door excuse so many times with her mom it hurts, but -- ]

mosh pit got a little nuts

[ it's only like. half a lie at least. ]
a2brutus: (024)

network, un A2

[personal profile] a2brutus 2018-03-02 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It sucks, quite frankly. As for fond memories, uh. I guess meeting all of those resistance Androids, I guess. Doesn't matter anymore though.
flyguy: (There's nothing to it)

[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-02 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The temptation to answer with a sarcastic quip is high. But Tony’s the one who invited Bucky in. He’s not about to waste his own time with catty backbiting. Instead he indicates a bar stool with old tennis balls on the feet (anything to keep it quiet, to keep what’s out there at bay until he finds a way to kill them or secure an exit out of this hellhole). His hands begin touching empty air, turning parameters and geometric models that take a moment to spring to life two seconds behind in waves of blue, flickering lines emanating from his glasses.

There’s a to scale model of Bucky’s old arm from Hydra floating nearby, along with his last known medical records, from the UN and the service all the way back to the war, on display. Along with Bucky’s current vitals, the numbers updating themselves in real time in F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s characteristic red.

And over it all there is just...silence. God Tony hates silence.]

Unfortunately I have enough trouble getting down the street without a crime scene. Finding missions for the last of Hydra’s vibranium reserves are currently an hard pass. You’re going to have to settle for something less super soldier. Try not to let it get you too down.

[The words are a mix of local sign language thrown in with Tony’s gesture as the lights he directs measure Bucky’s shoulder and recreate his synaptic nervous system. F.R.I.D.A.Y. translates it all to text for Bucky’s benefit. The only reason Tony’s being half so courteous is because after everything went down Steve had apologized. It shouldn’t have went a long way, but. Here they are. It’s what keeps Tony from turning this interaction into a spitefest.]
deadlight: (i'm bigger than my body)

arrival; (assuming ur cool with kiddos, if not feel free to nope out!)

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-02 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ bev wasn't exactly approaching the other man as she was engrossed in her device and watching the sand below her feet. when she looks up, realizing she's about to walk into someone, here's this distinctly eighties asshole giving her a rude hand gesture. bev doesn't have to know what it means to know it's rude! and then he just takes off? what the hell? she scowls, and settles in to type something with all the swift, righteous indignation of a teen born to text instead of an angry tomboy from 1989 just trying her best.

then, she dutifully storms after him to thrust her own device in his face. ]


what's ur problem
did billy idol fuck ur mom????


[ and she takes a hand off her own device to flip him off, american style. ]
lovesbitch: do you marry him. (☾ 185)

i was legit about to tag you so we'RE GOOD lol

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he has no idea a girl is following him he's that miffed. he should for all intents and purposes but his wires are all crossed in this bullshit alternate reality. hasn't he been through ENOUGH. and now there's a teen shoving a phone in his face. it's like being back in california with none of the home sweet home vibes.

spike blinks a few times, lifting his eyebrows like oh yeah? and since he ditched his device he'll just cross his arms across his chest and raise his chin with a smug smirk. what are you going to do little girl???? ]
oorah: (☠︎323)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-02 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he feels for her, but he's not the type of guy to say it. and she doesn't seem like the kind of girl to accept, so... ]

no internet. shame about those cat videos. there are a few cool things it can do though. all of them are connected on a network but be careful what you post on there.
deadlight: (crying they're coming for me)

unawares

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-02 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ congratulations, john constantine, you're standing at the top of a tall cliff, at the quarry in derry, maine. maybe through the powers of stephen king's multiverse, there's a lurking evil in this town that you could be, in a roundabout way, familiar with. either way, there's nothing like that present in this moment.

what is vaguely mystical in origin is the fogginess of the memory - her friends are around her, but they're indistinct, with only the plunge into the water below, and the subsequent game of chicken taking place, with none of the details of her fellow teens around.

either way, bev rears back slightly when she sees him. ]


... Are you supposed to be here?
deadlight: (the hallways)

I MEAN you still can if a prompt super spoke to you

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-02 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: ain't gonna pretend like i didn't immediately BECOME a thirteen year old girl at the sight of spike so like. radical all around. ]

[ jesus, this turd. bev rolls her eyes, the epitome of dawn at her worst like, just so petulant and annoyed. she gestures to her device, and then back to the sand path where spike left his.

like, hello? you need this to communicate? they'll get into your desperate rebel yell phase, or whatever this is, later. ]
lovesbitch: true he hath my love (☾ 187)

i might just X(

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: lmfao aww glad 2 be of service ]

[ he tightens his arms around himself, sucks in his cheeks and stands as tall as his bare feet will allow. make. him. or get fucked. ]

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-02 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she looks the girl over, watches as she picks up the pipe and there's at least a feeling that her 'yeah' isn't a lie. she wonders if rachel would've been better off with the pipe than the board she's going to pick up, but --

here's what happens next. damon's words make her tense, but she's still quick to remember what bev said. push it into angry. this time you're not alone. she doesn't know if it's enough to actually change shit, but maybe it's at least enough to make her try instead of standing there like a helpless victim after rachel had put herself on the line to protect her. ]


Hit him and I'll grab the knife when it falls. [ she hopes. maybe. ]

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-02 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
are you human

[ she means this as only a half-joke and is fully ready for her to take it seriously. ]
deadlight: (my mind's like a deadly disease)

falling down

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-02 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ falling again. bev's heartbeat triples in speed before she hits the ground, inhaling dirt the same color as her hair. so she might look like a red clay person who's just appeared, but she does her best to dust herself off -

before whipping around at the sound of the man yelling. stiff and silent, she freezes like a rabbit who's scented a predator nearby. it's only when she realizes there's someone else near her that she sort of snaps out of it. she'll start looking around for anything heavy she can throw, latching onto anything she might be able to use as a makeshift weapon. ]


Leave them alone!

[ with all the self-righteous fury of a thirteen year old girl about to rush a grown man/monster??? (what's the difference, tbh?) ]