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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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valuedstrength: (I walk my days on a wire)

[personal profile] valuedstrength 2018-03-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't take a genius to know who it is even without the username. Only one person would master could be this condescending to him and deeply concerned about their world at the same time.] War Machine can handle protection detail and rallying the troops.

[The answer is automatic. Of course he's thought of this. How many times as he nearly gotten himself killed for the cause? His username is troubleman fyi since Tony isn't the only one with in-jokes and references these days.]
iloveyousirs: (happiness)

[personal profile] iloveyousirs 2018-03-03 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Angus whips around so fast when he hears Taako's voice that his glasses nearly fall off and then he's barreling into Taako, wrapping his arms around Taako's waist.]

Taako! You're here!

[he's not alone! He's got his very best friend here with him! That's all that matters really! Finally, he looks up at Taako, adjusts his glasses, and gives a little awkward cough at how he'd just acted.]

"They" did get me too, Sir! However, I'm not quite sure who "They" are! Do you have any ideas?
Edited 2018-03-03 02:25 (UTC)
rockypath: (<3)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-03 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith watches as he draws, trying to subtly look over his pad to see what it is he's drawing and if it's any good. Then her eyes are back on his mother as she smiles. Because it's a dream, she feels that warmth too. Feels that love of a mother to her son.

The pangs of jealousy are there too despite herself. She can't help these things as they come, they are petty and don't serve anyone any good, least of all her. And yet they remain. But she's stamping them down and answering lamely.]
She seems nice. And your friend too. The one who protected you.
flyguy: credit <user name="shadesofgrphics" site="tumblr"> (Sticks and stones might break my bones)

[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-03 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Somehow it’s the right thing to say and the wrong thing all rolled up into one. It’s complicated. Ever get the feeling how they relate is like having an unpleasable ex? Because that’s kind of where Tony’s hovering right now.

It’s nice to hear the familiar man in charge words, always calm and sane. But this isn’t an year ago and Tony can’t just roll with it like old times.]

Rhodes? Really? This is just typical you. Of course he can handle it. [And here’s typical Tony, being contradictory to a single, perfected, assholish fault.] He’s still in physical therapy, since you haven’t been keeping in touch. Kind of hard to watch Vision’s back from a bed.

And F.R.I.D.A.Y. is here with me.


[Which is probably what kills him most of all. Without F.R.I.D.A.Y. there’s no way Rhodes will be able to run most of Tony’s tech.]
justbeingknife: (come again?)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-03-03 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Majima.

'Bout a month. There were two groups before yours, including mine. Before that, they tell me there was this lull when no one new arrived. But for obvious reasons, I can't really tell ya that for sure.
tacosgay: (the most beautiful elf)

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-03-03 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, jeez. Yeah, he should've known that would happen. His arms remain firmly at his sides, and he frowns at the, honestly, uninvited contact...

... though he does, after a beat, lightly put his hands on Angus's shoulders. That's the closest to a return hug you're getting for now.]


Uh, hey there, Angus. I mean-- you probably know more than I do, since that seems to kind of... be the trend just in general, uh...
iloveyousirs: (safety is not a laugh)

[personal profile] iloveyousirs 2018-03-03 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Angus doesn't know where he is. What is this place - is that. Is that Taako? He's so young, vibrant, grinning like a cheshire cat when he presents this fantastic-looking dish. Angus digs around in the dirt he's landed in for his glasses, finally finding them and blowing them clean before shoving them on his face.

Sizzle it Up with Taako! What in the world was that? There's a crowd of people walking up to this wagon, reaching out for samples - walking right through Angus, as if he's not there, just a spectator. Sounds of gagging and retching fill the air and really - that's not fair! Taako's so talented!

"Hey! It's probably really good!" Angus calls out to them, a frown on his face.
bossily: (think)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He sure is talking casually about all of this. It makes her sit up and really take notice of him. There's more to him than just whinging and sulking. ]

I've never seen a demon before. Just monsters and aliens. Is that what the sound eaters are? Demons?

[Because if so, she's even more insanely curious about them and wants to see them up close ASAP.]
bossily: (amused)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She probably should've expected him to say that. She doesn't though, so he surprises her. He actually manages to make her speechless for a second, though she does eventually laugh. ]

There's such a thing as too keen. Specially when I don't even know your name.
iloveyousirs: (sad day)

[personal profile] iloveyousirs 2018-03-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[annnnnnnnd he's off!]

Oh! Well, apparently we've arrived here, some magical way. The people in the red jumpsuits - um, the other people, who I think have always been here - have said that this room is mysterious! And they don't know how it works!

Also there's monsters here, Sir! Monsters who hate noise, I think, because we have to be quiet. Did you get one of these yet? [he holds up his device.] Because we have to use these to talk once we leave this room! Otherwise, I think we'll die!

[Angus frowns, VERY put-upon. Life was coming up Ango! He's at Lucas's academy, studying magic, and his grades are fantastic. He and his friends saved the world, which is a pretty good high to coast on, and he's not even a teenager yet!]

Hey, this place is bullshit!
tacosgay: (eeeehhhhhhhmmm)

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-03-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
... what the hell is Angus doing here?

Until he heard Angus's voice, he was just watching, resigned; but when he realizes that he's not alone, that Angus of all people is having to watch this play out as well, he looks down at the kid with something near panic, just for a split second. He tries his best to cover it, but doesn't entirely succeed.

"You, uh, you probably don't want to watch that happens next, little fella, it's... not pretty."
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Kilgrave's unique enough that it shouldn't be hard to memorize. Her hand takes hold of his and gives it a little shake. Nice to meet you, she mouths back.
Then her hand drops away and she quickly types out a response.
]

Time traveller, yeah. But I'm also a schoolteacher from London, so not so much with the alien. Unless we're not actually on Earth in this pocket universe. Then that makes us all aliens, I wager.
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, she's immune. I'd also love to see you call her a 'bird' to her face. [She hasn't spoken with her much, honestly. Not that Jess is one who's particularly into talking to begin with. But Faith's not been quick to touch base, especially not after Faith had legitimately tried to kill her. She hadn't held back one bit either because she hadn't been able to. Each punch and kick had been with intent.]

[They reach the house and Faith opens the door for the both of them, typing out a quick 'come in' to avoid any awkward entrance snafus so he'd be able to get inside.]
Yeah. I've been really making my mark here, I guess. Laying my claim on this shit stain.
bossily: (think)

she feels really bad about that :( or would if she knew

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Technically speaking, it could potentially be the same girl. With thousands of fragments and echoes of her split across all of time and space, you never know. What matters right now is that he's agreeing to go along with her reckless idea. That makes him #1 in her book.

There's a light shrug of her shoulders as she glances at his message and she realizes that having an actual plan is probably a good idea.
]

I was thinking we could just leg it. Sneak in and take what's ours, knock out anyone that tries stopping us. See, they took something important from me. And I want it back before it goes missing. Think you probably feel the same about your arm, yeah?
tacosgay: (taco???)

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-03-03 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Taako just... sighs. He's been here mere minutes, and he's already exhausted and ready to fucking go home.]

Yeah, uh, no kidding, huh? So... what's so special about this room? Why can we make noise in here and nowhere else? Can the monsters not get in here?

[Taako might not be an inherently curious detective type like Angus, but he wants to know the rules of these monsters damn well before he wanders outside into them.]
lovesbitch: ere i will my virgin (☾ 157)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ he starts to walk through the door when he sees her message. oh thank you that was actually thoughtful. how does he liTERALLY FORGET about his own rules alla time. little do they both know those rules won't apply here but hey whatever. ]

real serious type then huh. That's okay. we can't all be this good-looking and funny. [ he gestures to the two of them. then shrugs. ]

how does regular girl super strength stack up against slayer strength
lovesbitch: for disobedience (☾ 171)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ monsters and aliens... stars. hmm. spike is noticing a few things himself. ]

havent seen them yet have I? but from what they said sounds like a demon to me. There are these groupof demons who steal people's voices but I've got nothin after that. if this was their doin everyone would be all cut up and organless. Monsters and demons are damn near the same where I come from. I guess monsters are a little more... blobby, you know. less humanoid lookin maybe. We don't get many aliens though I've met one once or twice. nice guys

[ if you wanted spike to babble this was your ticket. though honestly it doesn' t take much, like. at all. ]

you travel in space then? Are you an alien?
Edited (dont eat my bracket i nEEDED That) 2018-03-03 03:09 (UTC)
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Bless this child and all that he knows about her. The promise of tea makes her sigh in relief, and look genuinely happy.]

You have no idea how many things good tea can fix.

[And sometimes good tea with alcohol added helps even more, though she doesn't say that out loud. He doesn't need to know that she's inwardly panicking at being here and needs alcohol to deal with everything. Besides, meeting him and realizing that she has a child here that depends on her helps put things in perspective. She may be afraid, but Eddie needs her. And she needs him, whether she wants to admit that or not.]

Look at you. Been here only a month and already have a life set up for yourself.

[Beyond the way he looks, that reminds her of herself more than anything. She's incredibly assertive when it comes to getting to do what she wants and needs in order to feel successful, and if Eddie's working at a greenhouse and learning about medical stuff...well, he's making her proud already and it shows. Of course, that pride gives way to concern, as something else dawns on her. ]

Where have you been staying the past month?
bossily: (smile)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Clara Oswald. Where are you from, Arya?

[She smiles and offers her hand for a shake after her message is sent. This girl may not be Ashildr, but the resemblance is so close that Clara finds herself wanting to befriend and help her all the same.]

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-03 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ she saw that reaction; there's something about the fact that an involuntary noise as quiet as a stomach growl is enough to get people freaked that leaves her grumpy. or maybe it's fear that makes her that way. she's never handled that kind of discomfort without getting a little anger mixed in.

still, when he relaxes, and offers food, she's hesitant for a moment - it's not like she hasn't gotten the whole 'don't go home with strangers' talk since she was a kid, but this is a unique situation, right?

hmmm. ]


are you like the Resident Dad in these parts or something

[ guys just being nice make her uneasy to begin with ok ]
rockypath: (Default)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-03 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She smirks at that assessment of her and himself, mouth opening in a silent laugh.] Yeah, well, it's hard work. Not everyone can manage it.

She's about as strong as me, maybe slightly stronger? Haven't really tested it out fully. I've got better training. Think I could take her under normal circumstances... she bested me the last time, but it was a lucky shot. Also I wasn't myself.
[Kilgrave nonsense. But is she salty she lost? Yeah, a bit. Sue her.]
monomachy: buckybear @ ij (shut up and dance)

Diana Prince | DCEU

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-03-03 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
not a soul in the road [arrival]

[It feels like just moments ago that Diana had brushed her fingers over Steve’s picture in London, thinking on how most people would never know the sacrifice he had made. But such was the fate of too many heroes, especially those forced to make the decision before they were ready. But she had learned that humans could be recklessly selfless when the time came, no matter the cost.

No matter who they left behind.

Briefly, she thinks she’s dreaming. She sees Steve’s face there in black and white, and then only darkness. When she wakes, she gasps for breath, choking on dirt and digging her fingers into the ground. She’s hefted to her feet, dazed. The disorientation is the only thing that keeps her from lashing out at the natives around her, though she does try to snatch her lasso away from the one who takes it. But her limbs are weakened from arrival, and she’s washed and dressed without much fuss.

Her mind is finally catching up, and she opens her mouth to speak—but is cut off by the native’s finger against her lips. She sees the look in the woman’s eyes, and knows that she will obey the direction for silence. For the time being

The explanation is given through hand gestures that Diana vaguely recognizes as a kind of sign language. This world is dangerous, they say, full of monsters that are attracted by all kinds of sound. There is constant danger, which they must be vigilant to keep at bay.

As her strength returns, so does a newfound sense of resolve. She had succeeded in her mission to kill Ares, had freed mankind from his corruption—perhaps now the gods had seen fit for her to free these people as well.

When she makes to leave the room with the red dirt, the fire of determination lights her eyes. She does not make a sound, keeping her gait light as Antiope had trained her to do, but each step is fueled with purpose. She has naught but her strength and wit, and millennia of training to hone it. But she will bell these people, no matter what.]


not a star in the sky [unawares]

[Sleep had not come easily, nor would she have expected it to. Steve’s death is still fresh on her heart, and she’s finally beginning to realize the gravity of her mother’s words. You may never return. Diana still doesn’t know if it had been a warning or a fact, and tries not to think on it for too long.

When her first dream is a happy one, she prays that it will never end. And when she has the same dream a second night, she feels as if her prayer had been answered. As she lies down for the third night, she doesn’t expect to be thrice blessed—the hallway is a new addition, and the falling, but she can feel in her bones that she will not be disappointed again. So as she plummets, she laughs, spreading her arms and inviting the fall.

Briefly, she spies another figure from the corner of her eye, but pays it no mind. She lands, doesn’t notice the dirt on her hands. She’s too busy sighing with contentment, ready to lose herself in the dream once more. She remembers the day, warm like all the others, when her latest tutor had given up on her. The exhilaration of seeing her aunt's warriors train, trying to imitate them, had put a new swiftness in her steps as she ran for the ledge she thought would take her straight to the ocean. She'd miscalculated, her childish mind too preoccupied with visions of grand battles and wonderful victory, and had her mother not caught her, well. That could have been disastrous. But Hippolyta had made a grave mistake that night in telling her daughter the story of the Amazons' rebellion against Ares' enslavement, and in showing her the God-Killer the next morning. It had only fanned the flame of Diana's desire to be a great hero like the Amazons before her, setting her on the path to disobeying her mother's wishes and beginning to train with Antiope.

Finally, she realizes the person beside her had not been a flash of her imagination, but is there beside her in Themyscira. She smiles widely at them, sweeping her arm in front of her, lost in the bliss of the dream and not minding that she's in her own mind, her own world.]


Welcome to Themyscira, friend.

it's a desert in my heart [falling]

[This night is not as kind as others. In fact, it is unbearably cruel.

The memory tears at her heart, and she wakes up barely able to breathe. The second night, she has to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a sob. And for the first time in her life, Diana is afraid to go to sleep, because somehow she knows she will once again be subjected to one of the worst days of her life. And yet she must sleep once she is too exhausted to keep her eyes open any longer, literally falling into the nightmare before she is ready. And she's not alone.

Themyscira's beach, normally so beautiful to her, is the last place she wants to be right now. Especially not with this stranger. The German ships are on the horizon, and she can already hear their shouts. But she reacts before allowing herself to think, reaching out to grasp her unexpected companion's arm.]


We need to get off the beach!

and nowhere to hide [wildcard]

[i'm down for just about anything! hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] watchet for anything specific.]
Edited 2018-03-03 03:27 (UTC)
oorah: (☠︎020)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-03 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ wow she just... got right to the root of that, didn't she? she really does pick up quick. ]

don't make a thing out of it. i just go where i'm needed

[ like a fuckoff scary brick of a man who would also do anything for you or puppies. IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL CHLOE ]
iloveyousirs: (Default)

[personal profile] iloveyousirs 2018-03-03 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Angus sighs, agitated.]

I don't know! But I am going to work on figuring all of this out!
iloveyousirs: (unsure)

[personal profile] iloveyousirs 2018-03-03 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Angus blinks owlishly at the Taako next to him, his eyes darting from this Taako, his Taako, to the one in the wagon. He winces when a person close to him vomits, their face ashen, pale and sickly.

"Taako? Sir? What's going on - what is this?"