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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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NAVIGATION



flimsylies: (pic#9888661)

[personal profile] flimsylies 2018-03-03 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He knows it's not Killua. That nothing about twisting this growing blossom's head off would really please him. There's a grown man he's in the middle of tormenting, one so clever and insufferable and conniving... ]

Every dream needs an ending, and I keep missing out on mine.

[ Chrollo has scuttled off... that irritating little spider... ]
flimsylies: (pic#9779976)

[personal profile] flimsylies 2018-03-03 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Shall I show you a card trick?

[ His cards are as wrecked as his face. There's nothing special about the cards he kills with. ]
ibiza: (anger)

[personal profile] ibiza 2018-03-03 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, I can’t cast shit so long as these dickholes have my hands!

[ Margo shouts at the stranger, still struggling against the people who seemed so eager to get her out of her clothes. She was all about consent and she hadn’t given it to these folks, but they’re acting like they’re on a mission to change her outfit.

Spells, for Margo, are cast by way of somatic movement. Without having her hands available, she might as well be an ordinary human being. That doesn’t sit well with her. She growls with teeth gritted as she tries to pull her hands free. ]

deadboywalking: ([:|] fluffy)

[personal profile] deadboywalking 2018-03-03 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Will hesitates, turning a little red in the face as he takes the paper.] I like to draw. [He wouldn't consider himself an artist, of course.]
relicta: (♚ 197)

[personal profile] relicta 2018-03-03 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ when she's done hacking, she reaches for his hand again and grips on. they need to stick together, she can't allow her hang-ups to drive steve away. ]

Nope. Let's get this show on the road, big guy. [ aka help her up ]
valuedstrength: (I was left to my own devices)

[personal profile] valuedstrength 2018-03-03 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve doesn't even look surprised at the reveal. He can't make much sense of it other than the fact he's upset that he isn't keeping in touch. As for the rest? Well he bears it. Tony means well enough even if he is taking the joke too far as far as Steve's concerned.

He catches some words, but follows the translation from FRIDAY a little more easily.]
I don't remember Wanda. Where's JARVIS? No offense, but the guy is better at explanations.
relicta: (♚ 166)

[personal profile] relicta 2018-03-03 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ she stoops down a little to wave to him, a friendly smile cast over her face now, warmth driving the expression. it worries her that so many children are here, but that's no reason to be unfriendly to them. ]

what gave me away?
rockypath: (side look)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-03 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Flowers. Kind of a boring thing to draw to be honest, but who's she to judge this dude's dream when she's clearly crashing it?]

Yeah, family, friends. All important things. [That's what they said, anyway. What did she know about it? She looks sheepish, then.] Sorry, I don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm intruding. I'd, you know, leave if I could.

full_metal: (super suit)

Totally works!

[personal profile] full_metal 2018-03-03 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck!

[ That's the only word Rita manages to get out before the mimic hits them. It's not the terrified exclamation one might expect; if anything, it just sounded exasperated. Making it such a short way into the day isn't just frustrating, it's a fucking embarrassment. She's done worse, but not by much, and not for a very long time.

She still looks cranky after the reset, and her mood isn't helped by the sight of the same bewildered civilian as the last loop. This time, she pivots at precisely the right moment to take out the first mimic. For a beat, she looks at the man, visibly debating whether or not to just leave him. Then she huffs out breath. She can't save everyone, but they're not here to let civilians die. ]


Follow me. And keep up.

[ And she strides off, away from the explosion that's due in about seven seconds. She wouldn't say she hopes he has the sense to follow her, because she's not his fucking nanny, but at least she's giving him the option. She lifts an arm and fires a brief volley of bullets into an oncoming mimic, the gesture so well-practiced as to be cursory; she barely even glances in the twitching thing's direction as she continues on. ]
frenchnovel: by taintedstuff (worried)

[personal profile] frenchnovel 2018-03-03 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sarah is conflicted. At first she feels something like relief wash over her. If she’s here, at least she isn’t alone. David and Frank are here with her. Then it hits her. If they’re here, they’re in constant danger, just like the woman told her she was when she first arrived. Her heart sinks a little. It’s a miracle that they’re alright. ]

Yes, I’m David’s wife.

[ She smiles, but then a thought hits her and her expression becomes almost frantic. Sarah types something down as quickly as she possibly can. ]

Is David here with children? A girl named Leo or a boy named Zach?

[ Mike would have mentioned them already, though, wouldn’t he? Sarah feels like she has a rock in her stomach. What is she going to do if she’s separated from her children? What is she going to do if they’re here? ]
relicta: (♚ 199)

[personal profile] relicta 2018-03-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ she opens her mouth to snap back at him, no tony. please don't meddle. but then she's back home. her home, she ditches tony to creep through the halls the same as before. clint's kids launch themselves at her and she holds lila high on her hip, hugging cooper to her other side. natasha speaks to them in hushed tones and high laughs while tony seems to fade away in her mind. she looks around... didn't someone come with her? it feels weird, like a false memory.

but then they're all sitting down to dinner and there's an extra place setting. she frowns, but quickly forgets about it and tony, and soon it's time to clear the table and play a game and then they're tucking the kids into bed. she falls asleep on the couch listening to laura and clint talk and do the dishes. she can't remember ever feeling so content. ]
Edited (pronouns really bum me out man) 2018-03-03 06:02 (UTC)
frenchnovel: by taintedstuff (serious face)

[personal profile] frenchnovel 2018-03-03 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It feels like a horror show. With the way so much is left unexplained, Sarah would almost admit that she’s scared, but she’s too proud for that. Besides, there are kids around. If the adults run around acting afraid, how are the children going to feel? There’s a kind of responsibility attached to her age and role, like it or not, so as she sits on the ground in this mysterious room filled with gross rusty dust she tries her best to act like, at the most, she’s only annoyed. ]

Horror show sounds about right. What is this stuff? Rust?

[ She lifts a dust covered hand to look at and rubs her thumb and forefinger together. ]
Edited 2018-03-03 06:05 (UTC)
lovesbitch: but in this kind (☾ 106)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ spike follows her into the house. it's kind of spooky. he would almost dig it for that reason if not for the silence thing. then he's remembering to pay attention to her answer a moment later. without the mind control bs, he would totally want front row on that fight. ]

Is she in fight club?
lovesbitch: so die (☾ 155)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ he does a soundless snap and points to her. he knew she was english. they can sense each other or something. ]

girl I know is here. She said you come back whether it's monsters or something else. [ he gently eases an arm around her, prepared for her to shove him off but whatever, it's more comfortable for both of them right?? he looks around as if assessing the place. ] Could be a Hell dimension. a little lame but some of em are

Don't you dare mention jammy dodgers right now
[ he might actually be pouting ]
darknstormy: (bloody eyes dn close)

[personal profile] darknstormy 2018-03-03 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He had battled demons from Hell and won yet nothing had him on edge the way this had. Seth would be tempted to talk, testing what the local folk are trying to make him believe, had he arrived alone. If these things could kill people then he wasn't going to make an attempt while anyone was around who he cared about.

His arms remained around Margo as he fumbled with the device in hand behind her, writing up a message back. Texting was a challenge about as bad as keeping quiet. Seth lost five years to prison time where writing through a device became a common thing. He had to transition from a flip phone to a smart phone and felt dumb as hell in the process.

Margo had put up with his short texts prior to arrival in crazy town. He'd gotten better, even sending 'stupid smiley faces' in some messages. There would be a message waiting for her when she looked at her device once he stopped moving. ]


send me pix of the pricks. i'll deal with them in time

u believe this bs? ever hear of anything like this in Fillory? Not sure i wanna think of life not hearing ur voice again
lovesbitch: whose unwished yoke (☾ 160)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
if it were a serious threat you'd be at least armless by now. COME ON [ chill tiny girl he's so not having this ]
bloodyrose: (That didn't matter either way)

settling in

[personal profile] bloodyrose 2018-03-03 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Zero hasn't been sleeping as well as he'd like to as of late, even despite having Yuuki with him, and the fact that they now have a proper bed. So he's taken on some idle reading, since it likely isn't the best idea to explore at night, regardless of how he otherwise is perfectly capable of navigating on his own.

—What he's not expecting is the rather sudden presence of someone right outside his window. At first he actually doesn't make much of it, until he sees the message.]


kiryuu:
How very generous of you. There are other houses with vacant rooms, you know.
bossily: (smile)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[She lets him keep his arm around her because it's not doing any harm. With how close to a breakdown she's been all day since arriving, it's also pretty nice to have someone right there with her. It doesn't even dawn on her that they've been so busy chatting and essentially cuddling that they haven't even traded names yet.]

If jammy dodgers are involved, it must be a Hell dimension.

[She's had plenty of those to last her a lifetime, thank you Doctor. Not that it's this guy's fault. Maybe there's some lurking around somewhere she can grab for him.]

I'd much rather have tea and a nice victorian sponge anyday
lovesbitch: is the rose distill'd (☾ 147)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ wow no he's not rising to the bait!!! he's sleeping. watch him totally sleep. there are zzz's coming from his face like a cute little comic. it takes maybe two minutes for him not to be able to take it anymore and he flops over and snatches up his device, sneering at the other man through the window. ]

come out here and make me go then
morphogenia: (Surely more than grown ups)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-03-03 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[UGH HE'S RIGHT. That's annoying.] Fine, but maybe your first impression shouldn't be threats!
shotfired: (pic#12053957)

[personal profile] shotfired 2018-03-03 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
There's so much wrong here. Not just whatever this whole dream thing is, it's so much more than that. She knows every look Taako has ever given her, and this isn't one she has ever seen directed towards her. It's bumping into a stranger who knows you, only taken to an extreme. She tries to rationalize his reaction, she really does. She's been gone a while, between trying to track down her relic and ending up in Adult Time-Out: the town. Maybe he's just surprised to see her after a couple months?

But that's...not what's happening here, and she knows it. Despite how desperately she wants to believe literally anything else--well, she's not one to ignore something of this magnitude. The final blow to her rationalization is him pulling his hand back as he practically hurls himself away from her.

He doesn't...he doesn't know her, does he.

It's a kick to the gut and she can feel the color drain from her own face the moment she accepts that fact. She wants to be angry--not at Taako, but at whatever it is that took her from him--and she probably will be later. Right now, though, she's scrambling. She needs to figure out a solution, or a way to make this right. Something. (anything)

She pulls her own hand back and then raises them up like someone caught red-handed. She tries to play it cool, to act casual as can be. But her attempt at a smile falls way, way short, and she can't get rid of the tension in her shoulders. She tries to make it easier by telling herself his actions aren't an outright rejection. He doesn't know her, but maybe she still has a chance to ...what, jog his memory? Hah. It's such a stupid thought, but she clings to that sliver of a possibility. She has spent two months in this hellhole, not knowing if she'll have the chance to see him again. She's not...she can't just let him pull away.

"Woah, Taako, it's okay. I'm--whatever's happening, I'm here, okay?" There's so much more she wants to say. How she's sorry, so fucking sorry, she left without him and Barry. How she regrets it, regrets leaving a shitty 'back soon'. How she thought it was something she had to take care of alone.

But she keeps it all to herself. It'll mean nothing if he doesn't even remember who she is.
lovesbitch: or else to wed demetrius (☾ 173)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, spike can take care of that. probably. maybe. oh, hell. he gathers his strength and bursts through the guys holding him down, then tackles her to the ground. what? it seemed like a sound plan at the time. ] Ow.
ibiza: (prettiest smile)

[personal profile] ibiza 2018-03-03 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ She smirks up at him. If there’s one thing she can count on him to do it’s to look out for her, but they both know that she can look out for herself. She probably would, too, if she didn’t think it would cause her a boatload of trouble. It’s for that reason that she doesn’t want Seth to do anything to the assholes who restrained her in the room. He’s been beaten up enough and even though he can hold his own in a fight, three against one is hardly fair. She kisses him on the cheek. ]

Don’t worry about it

[ Margo shakes her head. Of course, she tends to stay away from the wilderness in Fillory and that’s where all of the strange creatures are. Ess told her about a region of the kingdom where toads have fangs. She supposes that noise sensitive, murderous beasts could exist in Fillory. She kind of hopes that they don’t. It’s a pretty terrifying thought. ]

Nothing like that in Fillory as far as I know.

[ She sighs, but keeps the tiny exhale of breath silent. Margo doesn’t exactly want to draw in one of these vicious creatures. Looking up at Seth, she just smiles. ]

There’s got to be a soundproofed room around here, somewhere. We can sneak off now and then. I can’t imagine life without your voice, either.
lovesbitch: in himself he is (☾ 105)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
oy I kinda like the little buggers. at least they're better than a bleedin OREO [ fuck that, california. ] though them girl scouts biscuits the butter ones and the ones with the coconut

[ he's hungry in more ways than one so he should really shut up. goddamnit. he's pleased she's letting him hold her. he soaks in the warmth from her actually live body and doesn't have any regrets. ]

now you're just reading my bloody mind. There's gotta be a proper tea around this bollocks place right? Got to be.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She scoots so she can lean back over and rest her head against him again. If he isn't against keeping each other warm, then she isn't either.]

A boy that says I'm his mother promises he's got proper tea for me in the greenhouse. Normally I wouldn't be too keen on sharing but I'll make an exception for you.

[She turns her head just enough to peer up at him as he reads it, trying to judge his reaction to a little playful flirting. ]