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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



[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
when do we get to the shitty plot twist and the unbearable inconsistencies that lead up to it

[ She was told once sarcasm was her defense mechanism and she was starting to think that maybe that therapist had been right. There's some visible relief at being able to make light of the situation, her grip on her device slowly loosening. ]
oorah: (083)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ he signs You're welcome without thinking about it, not really noting the slip once he's too busy reading her words. she's done this before? there were a few people like that, he notes her pins right before his shirt closes over and hides them. ]

i don't really know what that means, alright but it sounds like what this could be. no one really knows. but if you know how to leave people will be listening

[ which is a sort of warning. if this woman thinks she can get out of this place, great. frank wants everyone to be safe. but if she goes around saying she can get home to just anyone, it could mean chaos. ]
killectric: please do not use (curious chinhands)

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Killua reaches up and pinches his cheek to make a point.]

Yup, all here. Unfortunately. Mannn, I'd rather be having my OWN dream. This sucks.
oorah: (☠︎032)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ he thinks of kara. she used to be his best friend here. but he didn't piss her off, surprisingly, even if he has a penchant for just that. and that's not the official story anyway. frank shrugs a shoulder. ]

those monsters really hate it when you cough

[ look chloe, someone else who deflects with bad humor. you've found ur people ]

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's home. there's a smile that's fighting to form at the corner of her lips because maybe she deserved that answer. ]

well shit
my spring allergies are gonna end up way more of a bitch than usual
gonwild: (Expose all your feelings)

Gon Freecss | Hunter x Hunter

[personal profile] gonwild 2018-03-01 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

[They take his clothes, everything he had on him - that's fine. Gon doesn't own anything that can't be gotten back or replaced. Perhaps they saw his clothes and picked the color because it's the dominant color he wears. Either way Gon is hard to miss with his forest-green jumpsuit trying to figure out his new phone. He can be light on his feet, not make a sound while moving...

It's his mouth that's going to have the most trouble. But Gon will do his best to not put other people in danger. He doesn't make it far from the room he arrived in before he stops to type out when first coming across another person.]


anyone know where i can find a sound eater
i just want to look at it


[Someone tell this kid that that is the worst idea he's ever had.]

ii. caught unawares OR falling down the stairs

[This is a kid that has so many happy moments there's no possible way to fit them into a single night of dreaming but it's sure going to try. Nearly every moment growing up with his tiny family on an equally tiny island is a good one. Leaving the island - meeting Leo and Kurapika, meeting Killua, going through several stages of the Hunter exam. Being reunited with Killua, fighting in Heaven's Arena, taking Killua to his home...

On and on his happy moments pass by (there's a lot of Killua). For two whole nights in a row it's nothing but the good parts of his life but on the third it changes.

Now there's nothing but a hallway with a door at the end.]


What's that?

OR

[Or perhaps someone has ended up in the bad version. For someone who's only twelve he has experienced some pretty terrible things. This usually involves people dying or being attacked by various people. The most prominent scene is of a long silver-haired man having his arm chopped off only to skip to that same man looking like Frankenstein's monster. Stitches everywhere and when Gon approaches that man attacks him. Gon doesn't try to stop or dodge. He simply stands there.

On the third night, he doesn't even notice the change. Not the hallway or the door at the end.]


iii. wildcard

[Anything goes.]
killectric: please do not use (got this)

hey hey i wanna be ur b-......best friend.....

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm. [Killua hums from just behind Gon, his hands in his pockets.]

Probably something we shouldn't touch. Wanna find out?
Edited 2018-03-01 04:51 (UTC)
bossily: (leader)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[No one really knows. There's more questions than answers here, and so she'll just have to make it a goal to learn as much as she can in as short of a time as possible. She wants to elaborate on the fact they'll need an advanced time machine in order to get out the way she's done it before, but she figures it can always be brought up again later. For now, her eyes look to his hands.]

That wasn't American or British sign language you just used. What country are we in?
inconstantly: (beady little hamster eyes)

John Constantine | dctv

[personal profile] inconstantly 2018-03-01 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL

[So many rules. Being a distrustful person by nature, particularly of any form of authority figure, John immediately sets out to test these rules. They start out small, first by nudging the sand on the pathway with a foot and seeing what happens. Nothing. Then he scrapes his foot hard against the sand and kicks up a cloud of the stuff as if making a show. The sand travels up then lands softly around him in a mist, hitting the ground with with a rapid, but almost muted tapping sound. John stills, waiting for the reaction, the fallout, anything.

And nothing happens.]


Stupid.

[CAUGHT ME UNAWARES - as the second person in the scenario]

[The moments are mundane and John wonders why he dreams of them at all. In his most vivid dream he's outside eating lunch on a picnic bench. The air is breezy and cool, causing the tail of his trench coat to lap slowly against the wind. With no warning a red dirt rains from the sky, covering him instantly. He attempts to salvage what remains of his sandwich and moves to tuck it into his front pocket. It's then when he realizes that the sandwich has been too coated with the dirt to remain salvageable.]

You have got to be joking.

[The sandwich gets tossed sullenly onto the plate before him and John makes no move to escape as waves and waves of dirt continue to compound. As a mage experienced in alternate realities, he knows a dream when he sees one. This will all pass over eventually.]

NETWORK

[After several nights of these dreams, everything is getting old. For the first time John deigns to think the device given to him upon arrival and fires off a text.]

is there some kind of dirt fetish i should know about?

WILDCARD

[Got an idea for something else? Hit me!]
gonwild: (Expose all your feelings)

[personal profile] gonwild 2018-03-01 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It makes sense that Hisoka is in this dream too. They aren't exactly friends but they have a history - good and bad. Mostly bad but he isn't worried about the bad at the moment.

He probably should be...

Gon lifts an arm to wipe his face even if it doesn't quite get rid of the evidence completely.]


I'm fine. [Now that he's looking away from the puppets, Gon doesn't glance back at them.]

You look like you're here. [But he can't actually sense Hisoka - not like he should be able to.]
full_metal: (off to wreck shit)

Rita Vrataski | Edge of Tomorrow

[personal profile] full_metal 2018-03-01 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

[ She's had some rude awakenings -- hundreds of them -- but none like this.

She's reeling, unable to do more than twitch instinctively away from the hands that maneuver her forward, peel off her clothes, wash her and dress her like she's a goddamn infant. By the time someone tries to press a finger to her lips, she's recovered enough to jerk her head aside and demand (to the extent that her voice will cooperate) to know what the fuck is going on.

The answers she gets are far from satisfying.

She's in Reims, close enough to Verdun to make her itch, far enough from London to make no sense at all. The world is overrun, but not with mimics. When she asks how you kill a 'sound-eater,' which seems like a logical step one, she's told that no one knows. The whole scenario is fucking impossible: war lost, enemy victorious, and yet somehow, there are survivors.

Survivors who claim to live in complete silence, like that's even possible. Nobody sneezes in Reims. It's a miracle.

It doesn't take long for her to agree to their terms, not because she believes a word they're saying (or signing or typing), but because she wants to get the fuck out of that room and see what's happening for herself. So she steps outside, muscles in her jaw working as she takes it all in: the sand paths, the ground obsessively cleared of anything that might knock or rattle, the marks on the windows where shutters used to be. Too elaborate to be a prank, presuming anyone who liked their bones unbroken would attempt to prank her in the first place.

She scans the horizon, looking for any sign of these so-called sound-eaters, and considers screaming just to see what would happen. ]



Falling Down the Stairs (tw: violence, suicide)

[ It's her day. Of course she dreams about it.

There are subtle variations, but always the same theme: she can save Verdun, she can't save him.

It doesn't matter how impossibly good she gets with the suit. She's strapped into it 'for the first time' so often, she's forgotten what it feels like to go without it. It doesn't matter how many mimics she slaughters, or how close she comes to some objective idea of victory. It's not a victory if he doesn't make it through. But every time, there he is: crumpled on the battlefield, another casualty. So she lets a mimic take her, because what's the fucking point?

And she tries again, even though some small, lucid part of her knows it's useless.

She goes to bed the third night wondering if she's going to mutter in her sleep, or bolt awake screaming. She wonders if this dream might actually kill her.

It's different this time. There's a hallway, and a fall, and more of that fucking dust. There's someone else. Then she's back on the battlefield, her suit clamped around her, inelegant and comforting. She hefts her sword, her suit responding with a whirr of electronics and a hydraulic hiss, then starts as she clocks the civilian standing a few paces away.

How the hell did they get here? ]
bossily: (smile)

arrival

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara knows fear when she sees it. She feels it often enough to recognize the more subtle signs, but this girl is practically screaming with her fear. It moves Clara forward, ignoring her own worries and upset at being in the situation. A child is always more important than herself, and right now this one really needs someone to help calm her. She can't call out to her to get her to stop, so she just sprints along after her.

She waits until she notices her go find someplace outside to hide, and she trails along after her at a cautious pace. Some children are less afraid of women than they are men, but Clara can't take it for granted that it may be the case here. So she approaches with a smile, making sure both of her hands are visible so it can be seen she's unarmed. That means she can't type on her communicator just yet, but that can come in due time.

One of her arms extends, slow and gentle, offering a hand to come out of that hiding spot.
]
gonwild: (Straight into your body)

you can be his best bf.

[personal profile] gonwild 2018-03-01 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't even question Killua's presence here. After all, Killua is almost always here. No matter where they've been pretty inseperable since Gon went to the other boy's house.

Gon shoots Killua a grin.]
Race you!

[Absolutely no common sense.]
killectric: (kitty)

(killua sweating profusely as he googles "what does bf stand for")

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Killua questioned Gon's presence a little more, but he's always been the more cautious of the two. Still, having Gon at his side feels natural. He's glad he finally showed up.]

Alright, on the count of 3! [He slides his foot back, prepping himself.]
ruinsnerd: (07)

always dreaming

[personal profile] ruinsnerd 2018-03-01 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[With Sorey. How appropriate those words truly are in this moment because that's exactly what's happening.

Sorey hadn't even known what was happening at first - merely that he was falling forever, struggling to draw air into his lungs. Of course Mikleo had been there but not even his artes were enough to save them this time. The seraph can't even seem to wash the red dust away.

As suddenly as it started, it ends and he finds himself watching memories of their life. People they've left behind - moments they've shared with friends and family alike. It's nice. Getting to see all of their smiling faces. Sorey finds himself entranced watching them all of it for the first (well second) time.

He doesn't even notice that Mikleo is staring at him until his friend speaks up. Then laughs sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head.]


I don't know how I got here in the first place! Even if I knew how to leave, I wouldn't without you.
bossily: (smile)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
I think we'll have to wait until things seem glaringly obvious and we're ready for things to just be over already so we'll accept any inconsistencies that are thrown at us.

[She notices that her own grip on her device is lessening, and she's able to silently let out a sigh of relief. She feels so tense and unsure of what to do, and is grateful to have found someone that she can bounce humor off of. It's not always her defense mechanism, but it's one that's easily able to be worked with here.]
gonwild: (How much do dreams inspire you?)

it means everything!

[personal profile] gonwild 2018-03-01 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[This is why Gon is better with Killua near him - someone has to look out for him when he decides to do stupid things. Plus things are much more fun when they're together.

He shifts his stance, ready to take off at the starting moment.]


One! [It's really good that this a dream and Sound Eaters can't hear them because he shouted that loudly.]
killectric: (crouched)

thats!! not an answer!!!

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he's going to have to make sure he shuts up when they wake up. Knowing Gon, he'll start off shouting...]

Two!

[There's a crackle of electricity, his hair beginning to stand on end.]
bossily: (leader)

arrival

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara watches him from afar, nervously watching to see if something comes out to attack him. When nothing does, suspicion and doubt start to fill her. She's met someone here who says he's seen them, and has seen them kill. The natives here are terrified. But the evidence being presented to her makes her worried the entire truth isn't being told. A morbid curiosity of what might happen if he continues making noise is also present, wondering if she's going to see a man die.

Figuring that's probably not the best way to spend her first day here, she heads down the sand path toward him and rises up on her tiptoes so she can give him a little tap on his shoulder.
]
oorah: (☠︎169)

waves i think we played together at cnc !!

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ frank spots her by the fountain. he had spotted her there before, but she seemed skittish and he didn't want to scare her. he's sure he'd seem her too in the reset room the first day. she had walked past his table where he was passing out information, seemingly in a daze. he's given her time to settle in, but now he's making his move. he knows he can be intimidating on his own, so he's brought along max.

he stands at about six feet with his boots on, and he's wearing an all an black jumpsuit, a hoodie with the hood drawn up overtop. he offers a soft smile, standing far enough back that she shouldn't feel caged in. the dark brown pitbull who had been walking at his heel stops and sits patiently, smiling at nill too. he takes out his device and points to it so she'll notice his message coming over hers: ]
room for 2 more?
gonwild: (Default)

sure it is!!! :3

[personal profile] gonwild 2018-03-01 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Depends on what's happening right before he wakes up, honestly. Gon did get the memo on being quiet upon arriving here.

If he thinks Killua is cheating by using his Nen he doesn't say anything.]


Three!

[He takes off immediately for the door, strengthening his legs but Gon will never win if Killua uses Godspeed.]
oorah: (☠︎319)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
you're english? i think it's france. or what's left of it.

[ he shrugs. alternate universe, pocket dimension... she should really talk to david this is so above his paygrade. ] my brother is here. he's better at this stuff than i am. you should talk to him about all that sci-fi shit [ rank points micro out where he's sat at their little stand, a dog lounging happily beside it. ]
Edited (getting sick of this) 2018-03-01 05:28 (UTC)
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Blasters?

[She sounds completely intrigued by the idea, and even manages a reckless little grin. ]

I can do blasters.

[But if they're only going to be around for a few more minutes, she wonders the necessity of actually getting their hands on one. This is clearly his world, or at least someplace he knows well. The situation is dangerous, and her mind may be responding like it's a life or death situation but it can't really be. They aren't actually here. Logic rules out on that one and she gives his hand a little tug as she starts to move out from behind the rock.

Are they even able to be seen? There's only one way to find out.

She doesn't make it very far before the sight of the cloaked man and his red sword catch her attention. Even from this distance, she knows that he's someone to be feared. It's enough to make her stop in her tracks. So much for dragging him out into the open.
]

Who is that man? Let's get in closer.
killectric: please do not use (curious chinhands)

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Guess who's a punk using Godspeed, making this match completely unwinnable for his opponent? It's this boy right here!

Killua vanishes in a flash, and before Gon can even get a quarter of the way there, he's already skidded to a stop in front of the door. He wasn't doing it just for a petty victory, though. They had no idea what could be behind this thing, and he didn't want Gon just rushing in.

Of course he'll turn around and wait right there for him, eyebrows raised with an expectant look and a shit eating grin.]
Edited 2018-03-01 05:32 (UTC)
bossily: (smile)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara sees the other man, but it's the dog her eyes fall on. She grins, because who doesn't love an adorable dog? She certainly does. Thoughts of worrying about pocket dimensions and ways out are momentarily forgotten as she's a little taken by something that brings her a brief moment of happiness. She'll take what she can get at this point.

Her communicator is shoved into the pocket on her jumpsuit and she reaches over to grab his hand. She tugs him right along after her, and he'll be able to see that she's surprisingly strong for such a tiny little thing.

While she tries dragging him along with her, she makes a motion with her hand to get the dog's attention. Maybe he'll come running their way.
]