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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.

OOC
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NAVIGATION



byanyother_name: (Anguish)

Yes. Yes I do. H/noC

[personal profile] byanyother_name 2018-03-04 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Kurama's first reaction is shocked hurt when he's pushed away, his expression almost heartbroken at Akechi's rage. That moment of life and light in his eyes is snuffed out as quickly as it came. Realization floods his face quickly, though, and the pain... It doesn't fade, but it shifts from being hurt by a person to being hurt by a situation.

He remembers what they'd discovered; Akira and Goro came from two different timelines. They were talking over how to approach the version of Akira from Goro's timeline. Of course if there are at least two, there are almost certainly more.

Kurama hides his eyes behind his bangs as his expression shuts down, sharp and abrupt. Despite the forceful control of his face, his fingers shake a little bit as they work on the device before he holds it up.]

I apologize for my behavior, Akechi-san. I'd forgotten about alternate timelines.

[He'd forgotten and gods does he regret that now. Being alone only hurts more for the moment of thinking he wasn't.]
reapercussion: (010)

arrival

[personal profile] reapercussion 2018-03-04 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[It's one way to deal with the reality of the situation. Literally kicking dirt. Or sand, really. Which is such a dick move, if she's going to be honest. Maybe he thinks things around here are stupid, but everyone else seems to take it seriously.

Sally waits a few moments, just in case those monsters come and take the guy away. She just got a body again, and she's not really keen to risk it so soon. But when nothing happens, she makes to move around him on the path.]


beep beep, you're holding up traffic
Edited 2018-03-04 07:59 (UTC)
divarication: (what do you know?)

[personal profile] divarication 2018-03-04 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Not a good enough one.

[Unfortunately there is nothing Riley can do about the sound effects.]

I wish I could claim otherwise but it is. A year's worth of memories of many scenes like this one.

[At least the cannabilism is broken up by brief intermissions of less horrifying things.

A man pleads for his life and a voice that sounds similar to the person standing next to Akechi calls off a list of crimes - three counts of murder consisting of husband, wife and their two year old child. The man laughs hysterically, claiming innocence. But the nightmare-version of Riley cuts him off before motioning a fourteen year old girl forward.

She lifts a hand and the man crumples to the ground in the next instant. Riley tells the girl it's time to go but she grabs at his coat - expresses her concern for her older brother, telling him that he has to find someone soon too. He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, pats her head affectionately and promises that he will.]


Nothing says "getting to know someone" better than airing all of their sins.

[No excuses are made for what he's done, for what he's made his sister do.]
Edited (I can word - no I can't) 2018-03-04 08:27 (UTC)
clawings: (fire hydrants and hazardous)

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
Fair.

Anybody manage to snap a photo?
clawings: (jumpin' the aqueducts)

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
The Great Absentee Father in the sky? Nah. [ Erik shakes his head a little. He is most definitely not Catholic. ] Don't really apply to the concept, the way I mean.

[ But he's not about to get derailed by a conversation about what Gods, Goddesses, and Otherwise might be involved in this. He knows this to be true: he was dead, and now he's here. If T'Challa followed his last wishes - which, on second thought, sounds fake but okay - he should be at the bottom of an ocean.

Not...here.
]
clawings: (8 blocks left)

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ This woman is pretty damned jumpy but he supposes he would be too, in her position; not that it elicits much by way of sympathy from Erik, but he can see where it's coming from.

There's an ancient callbox outside of the front door to the building, scrolling a series of names impossible to count as they stride past it. Erik pulls keys out from his pocket, unlocks the door, and pushes it open behind him.

He's not gonna hold it.

A left turn and up into a stairwell, carpeted, curved, creaky. It's definitely an apartment building in the ghetto, mid-century design and less than stellar upkeep. The carpets are thin in places, color wearing away to a muddled sort of dark.

It's hard to count how many stairs there are. Too many. But eventually they reach another door that Erik turns towards, and he holds this one. It's fire grade, and heavy, with a tendency to snap back quicky.
]
clawings: (but mama don't cry for me)

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
Marines got plenty of those.

Thanks for the info.

Anything you think new people should know that was missing in the welcome to hell meeting?
clawings: (jumpin' the aqueducts)

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik raises his eyebrows as if to say "see, even the white girl agrees with me". He arches his neck a little in her direction before turning back to address the woman. ]

What happens if silence is unacceptable?

[ Not that it is. But he wants to know how honest they'll be about it. ]
clawings: (death is around the corner)

well boy howdy

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to hear from the man myth and legend himself.

What was wrong with house 6?
garrick: (pic#9813486)

easy enough to do imo

[personal profile] garrick 2018-03-04 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! And sorry for bumping into you, guess I should watch where I'm going better. Don't want to make noise by accident, from what I heard that doesn't end well. Going to take some getting used to. I'll sign up for the sign language, I like to think I'm a fast learner, that's really helpful thank you.

[ The building is noted, something to look into for later. It won't do any good having people around talking and not knowing what they're talking about. No good at all. Kara gets a smile for her efforts.]

Been here long?
clawings: (tell me i'm movin backwards)

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
Out of the, what, at least hundreds you've met in your life you wanna tell me about a couple? [ C'mon. You'll try and sell him a bridge, next.

She really should stop staring at the blood, because Erik's eyebrows are doing some gymnastics based on her answer.
]

Sooo...he killed you, he goes to prison for it? He gets his ass got, and you...ripped his soul and threw it in Limbo?

[ Just. Making sure. He's got all the salient points there. ]
clawings: (fire hydrants and hazardous)

arrival;

[personal profile] clawings 2018-03-04 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
Some kinda bullshit like that. [ Erik is not pleased about any of this, but he knows the only way to properly assess what's going on will involve leaving this room, and active use of his voice, behind.

The more he's thought about it the less he's concerned that he'd be able to manage. He wouldn't go so far to presume it of everyone, however.
]
garrick: (pic#9819575)

[personal profile] garrick 2018-03-04 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[When Hunter steps outside he isn't really expecting anyone to be there, the idea that people already residing in this place would be watching for those they know not crossing his mind. Had he known, Hunter would have found a different way out or something. He has no idea who is around and the last thing he needs is his cover blown so soon.

Still, the kid gets a smile and Hunter uses his device to type something out. This is going to take some getting used to and he idly wonders how many arguments have started due to tone being hard to pick up on via text.]


That sounds like an honest answer, kid. Bit higher than I would have liked but then I did ask. Worlds as in plural?
bloodyrose: (It's new to hear)

arrival (lmk if this is okay! ..sorry for the novel)

[personal profile] bloodyrose 2018-03-04 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sleep has been evading Zero in this world more often than he'd like, even if it's for good reason. It's been a couple of weeks, but he's still extremely unsettled. Normally he's the very definition of composure and calm, even under chaotic situations— that goes to show just how bad the situation is, here. Although that's not to say he's never able to relax. Even just having Yuuki in the same room as him is easing. Having her beside him, and the same in turn, makes all of this a little more tolerable.

Still, it's another night where he's left his designated house to go for a walk, out of not having much else to do. He's become more familiar with the streets of Reims, but the pure silence is still maddening at times. He's certainly not the only one out and about right now.

—However, there still is something that catches his attention. His senses have been a little skewed since arriving. A brand new world, along with an even more varied population. At home it's simple. There are humans (hunters among them), and vampires. Here? Who knows. What he does pick up on, though, leans more to the familiar side than not: the presence is definitely that of a vampire, but not what he's used to. What he doesn't feel is any animosity coming from them (thirst is an entirely different matter).

Either way, he'll approach easily, and not focus on those other parts for the moment. After typing something, he'll show her.]


Would you like to find somewhere to sit down for a bit? I know this is pretty disorienting.

[personal profile] ex_redact551 2018-03-04 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
i'll toast to that, if i could.
just me though. you don't look like you have id on you.


[ look at him go, attempting to be a respectfully responsible adult. ]

[personal profile] ex_redact551 2018-03-04 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ bucky can't help the small smile of amusement that makes it to his expression. it seems the memetic properties of "asking for a friend" isn't as universal as he'd thought. ]

the friend is me. sorry, i was trying to make this a little funny. [ if he can't make fun of himself, who else can? ] i would like to have my arm back, though. would you mind leading me to the clinic?

[personal profile] ex_redact551 2018-03-04 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
same situation, i just got here myself.

[ there's a bit of a fumble as bucky pockets his device hesitates, offers his hand. it's both a dare and a please: treat him as no different from the rest, even if he knows it's fairly impossible even without the war criminal accusation stuck to his back like a target. his missing arm marks him as different, his being so young yet so old at the same makes him different.

it's all a big mess. honestly, he's really done with it. he just wants his notebooks, his fragmented memories, his quiet little nook in the world to piece himself back together.
]
iisupergirlii: (superhero pose)

arrival! omg elena omggggg

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-04 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's getting late. most people are wrapping up their day, heading into their houses, or new apartments. Kara's flying over the city, patrolling, making sure no one is getting into any danger as the sun goes down.

a new arrival straggles out of the reset room, and that catches Kara's attention. did they arrive... later than everyone else? that's never happened before. she swoops down, making her presence clearly known in front of the person to hopefully not startle them as much. once she lands, she holds out a message on her device.]


Hey there. Did you just get here?
iisupergirlii: (serious discussion)

arrival!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-04 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara smooths down her red pencil skirt and adjusts her glasses as she approaches the new arrival with a wave. Upon seeing the person's message, though, she erases her own generic greeting, her lips pressing into a thin line.

When they'd first arrived, they hadn't been given all the answers. It's only fair now, right? To explain it all? But she doesn't want to scare anyone... She should be fair, though. Everyone here should know what's coming for them. Potentially.]


My name is Kara, and they're called Sound Eaters. They're blind monsters who come out of the red dust, and they kill anyone or anything that makes sound. We don't know where they came FROM yet, but they're not from this world, originally. At least, I don't THINK they are. There's some footage to watch if you go to the "bulletin board" on these things, but it's pretty gruesome.
iisupergirlii: (make a good first impression)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-04 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara comes back from ushering someone to their new house and finds a tall blond native looking lost and confused. That's weird. The natives know everything here better than anyone else. She waves as she approaches, a gentle smile on her face. The natives have been receiving a lot of flack recently, and it's not fair. Besides, they just soundproofed her whole house for her, and she gets being scared and making... questionable choices, like lying to everyone. For two months. Still!

When she reads the guy's message, though, she stops, tilts her head, a little confused. This guy isn't a native at all, is he? Oh geez, he must be a new arrival. Kara pushes her glasses up, flashing him another smile and types out a message on her device.]


Hi! My name's Kara! I've been here a couple months now, so I can show you around if you'd like. Where would you like to go first?
iisupergirlii: (Default)

arrival

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-04 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara recognizes that look. It's the look of a hero, the stance, the fierce determination in the woman's eyes. Who is she? Kara has to know. She takes the time to duck behind the nearest house and speed-change into her supersuit, leaving her regular clothes in a bundle. She'd be back for them later. For now, she strides with purpose toward the new arrival, her cape flowing behind her.

She approaches her with a smile, but she's strong-jawed, shoulders back, confident. Is she trying to impress the potential hero? Well... well, maybe.]


Hello! I'm Supergirl. Do you need any help finding your way around?
oorah: (☠︎019)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-04 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
nothing's wrong with house six. soundproofed the whole thing myself.

my partner and me just moved out is all.
oorah: (☠︎085)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-04 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the handsome comment earns a blink, but not a reply. he nods his understanding when she goes on, still standing stock still to her constant motion. frank gets being restless, but he has a purpose here: a mission. he had never failed objectives before and he doesn't intend to now. the stakes are just as high as they were what seems a lifetime ago. ]

You might get there a few more times, then. When you die here, you get reset. That means you wake up back here, in the room you just came from. You'll have some fun memory loss, too. [ but there's been rumblings; ruminations about getting reset too often. maybe one time all of you doesn't come back. and maybe you start to change -- maybe that's how the sound eaters were born. frank's not big on speculation, but he knows he's going to try harder not to get reset after going through that ordeal once (and for nothing, he might add.) ]

There are communal houses. If you can get into House 6, it's all been soundproofed. If you're not fast enough, I can help you. [ since these hands are the ones that soundproofed six anyway. ]
Edited (sorry i'm a fuckup my father was a fuckup and his father before him) 2018-03-04 13:35 (UTC)
lovesbitch: bond of fellowship (☾ 168)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-04 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ is he about to become buffy in this conversation? he swallows, expression growing more and more openly uneasy as she goes on. he has no boots to take off and he already larry-the-cableguy'd his jumpsuit so spike is just going to slowly roll himself backwards to fit across the couch, angling his head against the farthest cushion so he can still catch her eye even while lazily throwing his arm across the rest. a sobriety gleams in his gaze she may have only seen once or twice before, towards the end. he's taking her seriously and hanging on each and every word. ]

There's always a way, luv. someone smarter than two blunt ends is gonna get pulled into this demon's den and they're gonna aim us in the right direction. Maybe we get out with our fists and maybe not, but we get out.
This isn't where your story ends.
[ he's not sure how confident it would sound if he were speaking aloud, and for the first time he sees a benefit to the devices. maybe if he types it enough times, they can both believe it. ]
lovesbitch: my lord (☾ 156)

let me know if this is cool, always willing to edit!

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-04 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he sees a woman wondering around late at night when he's restless -- he's been keeping human enough hours for long enough that it should come easy in a place like this, where the sun doesn't even burn him; but it's the opposite. with sleep come dreams, riding on the tail of his last thought. and his thoughts are always some fatalistic nonsense one way or the other.

eventually he catches up to her, wearing a yellow jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off. and immediately he's hit with a knowing. this woman isn't a woman at all, and if she isn't a lazy house-vamp like someone here than the residents here could be in more trouble than big fuckoff sound monsters. he offers elena an unwieldy smile and decides he should keep an eye on her either way. ]
find a house yet luv?