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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



lovesbitch: or to abjure (☾ 126)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-04 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't they have a prime minister or did they finally realize that's for nancies? And who told em they could come HERE?

[ well... there. home, even if spike's technically a transplant. u know what shut up. he didn't invite any stupid canadians into his hellmouth okay??? ]

all they do is play hockey and say Sooory all the time. bloody pathetic
valuedstrength: (b: got out for a reason)

[personal profile] valuedstrength 2018-03-04 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess I shouldn't have studied Art in school. [Steve laments with a smile. There's no changing that now. He wouldn't even if he could.] At least it's a lead. Maybe we can dig up some resources for the smarter folks. Better than nothing, right?
list_maker: (wind)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-04 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arya smiles broadly, looking up at Diana's armor that she can see more clearly now. She's tall, very much taller than Arya will ever be, at seventeen she's barely passed five feet. She'd long ago stopped hoping she'd grow any taller. Instead she needs to use that to her advantage, small but quick.]

My mother didn't want me to fight either... [Her expression falters, sadness coloring her eyes and she quickly looks away from the woman to the scenery, to the women training in the distance. Her mother couldn't ever give her blessing. She'd never be able to see what Arya's become. And if she could, would she even be proud? Or would she simply lament the thing her daughter had become? She's a highborn lady, highborn ladies were meant to marry lords and bare children. They weren't meant to do battle.]
iisupergirlii: (every lesbian's wet dream)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-04 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's okay! I've been here for a couple of months so far. Do you remember how you got here?
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-04 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah? In that case maybe I should make myself at home. [She's joking mostly, but perhaps not entirely. Faith wonders what it would have been like to have a mother who paid even the slightest amount of attention. Who cooked. Who enjoyed guests.

She moves to sit across from him at the table. Considering the man with and what the dream has shown her.]
Puberty must have hit you like a mac truck or something, shit. [He'd gotten stacked in comparison to the scrawny child who'd needed protection.]
garrick: (6)

[personal profile] garrick 2018-03-04 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That long huh? There goes hoping this will be a short trip.

[ As for how he got there, it's still hazy as anything so Hunter just defaults to a terrible joke and a grin as he motions at the door behind him.]
otrazhenie: (057)

spiiiiike it's perfect, thank you for this gift

[personal profile] otrazhenie 2018-03-04 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The problems that arise when you've been on a secret covert mission in space for the last month and a half? Everyone else out at night automatically seems suspicious, because the people of Hyrypia had been sensible and slept at night unless they were up to something. But overpowering that is the instinct to make sure her robes are covering her completely, they can't be discovered, except she isn't wearing any. Her blue jumpsuit matches his, though the arms are still attached. As the moment of panic at being caught begins to fade and she reads the message, she wonders absently at this missing sleeves.

With a slight shake of her head, she glances around for a moment before typing out her response. ]
I kind of just got here and haven't started looking yet.
tornadoed: (033)

[personal profile] tornadoed 2018-03-04 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ asking for a friend, right. dorothy has never dealt with amputees before, but she has the training, so typing out a quick offer is easy. she throws in a smile for good measure. ]

no idea where you'd get the prosthetic, probably from the natives
but if your friend needs help with the fitting, hit me up
iisupergirlii: (happy zor-el)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-04 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara follows his gesture and then sighs out a laugh, shaking her head.]

Hardee har har! So, I take it that's a "no."
theycalledmeacurse: (047)

un: rogue

[personal profile] theycalledmeacurse 2018-03-04 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I won't DIE without it. It's just been a long time since I had any.

[ Truth be told, she might fight someone for a cup of coffee, even instant. But she's not telling that. ]
garrick: (pic#9813500)

[personal profile] garrick 2018-03-04 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was hard to resist. THat and it helps Hunter cover up his own discomfort at arriving in such a place.]

Feels like some crazy cross-world jet lag. Are there many people here?
dreidels: (🎸 Mᴀɴʙᴇᴀʀᴘɪɢ)

[personal profile] dreidels 2018-03-04 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Normally they have a Prime Minister, yeah, but this time they had a president. I don't know why. But it must have been really bad for a while. Once the president was gone, they all went back. They didn't actually want to be here.

[And then, because he feels obligated to defend Canada:]

They're not all bad. My brother is Canadian.

otrazhenie: (036)

karaaaaa

[personal profile] otrazhenie 2018-03-04 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With the intense silence in the area, it's easier for Elena to pick up the shifting of the air, just enough of a disturbance to pull her attention up as the flying woman descends.

Okay, that's new enough that her jaw actually drops a little as she stares in stunned silence. It takes her a second to look down at the device when it's held out, and another to remember to use her own to answer. ]


Kind of. I've been inside waiting for the sun to go down.
otrazhenie: (160)

a-okay, and novels are my fave

[personal profile] otrazhenie 2018-03-04 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The more minutes that stretch on as Elena slowly, carefully explores her new surroundings, the more she begins to wonder how this will effect her senses. With everything so heightened from becoming a vampire, will she start to be able to more easily pick up on the sounds humans can't usually hear? She's already found that if she really concentrates, she can hear the heartbeat of someone nearby. What about the people a block or two over? Will she be able to hear the slight shifting of sand as people walk along these paths?

That ease hasn't come just yet though, so she doesn't notice the young man until he gets closer and she can see him. After reading his message, she nods and types out her own. ]


Yes, please. Thank you.
rockypath: sarah_jones (whelp)

[personal profile] rockypath 2018-03-04 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe she should be offended that Spike has essentially called her stupid, but he's included him in that description too. And he's not wrong, so. She also wants to believe him. That someone will come who can tell them how to fix all of this.] I hope you're right. Or else I'll have a real shit story.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-04 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[When he looks at her that way she shrugs and pulls a face that says she agrees with him. Her eyes look over to the woman that's addressing them and she's expecting an actual answer. When they're told that they'll be kept in this room by force, she isn't sure if she's surprised or annoyed.

But after some of the things she's seen here today, she feels the need to warn this guy. So she slips in to stand closer to him, just enough that her hand can touch at his back to get his attention.
]

Careful. I saw them take another man back someplace by force. He wasn't cooperating either.
lowkeycrazy: (sigh)

[personal profile] lowkeycrazy 2018-03-04 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He eyes the man as he snaps at him, but says nothing, only moving forward to following him once he starts moving.

He isn't particularly interested in what this man had suffered through in his life, but finds himself overhearing the conversation anyway. Admittedly... something tugs at him a little at the words Zaen deserves to know how his family is... and his down turned gaze slowly raises to look over at that door. Where's he going to go? They're off his emergency contact list...

Well... at least he apparently had two people who cared about him.

This was just before they were supposedly killed by the same kind that murdered his parents.

... oh.

He notes the way this man distances himself from his memories... ashamed of his weakness. Heh... it's a bit uncanny, how many parallels he's seen between them in the short time they've been together.

Instinctively, he wants to recoil and withdraw.]


How sad. [... the tone of the words is indistinctive, like he can't decide if he wants to sympathize with this man or to dismiss him. Perhaps Aiden should count himself lucky that Akechi isn't deflecting his self-hatred onto him... not yet.

Anyway...]


Keep moving.
theycalledmeacurse: (049)

arrival

[personal profile] theycalledmeacurse 2018-03-04 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rogue glances over from where she's been fiddling with the sleeves of her dark green jumpsuit, trying in vain to tug them down over her hands. What she wouldn't give for a pair of gloves right now... With no other option, she slips her hands into the pockets before answering in a smooth southern drawl. ]

I've lived through Hell. This isn't so bad in comparison.
full_metal: (almost gentle)

[personal profile] full_metal 2018-03-04 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The mouthed holy shit is a faint surprise. She probably shouldn't find it endearing, but she does tip her head a few degrees in acknowledgment before straightening.

His written message, in contrast, conveys a sort of wholesome earnestness that makes her blink. That, combined with his age, seems to demand a more courteous response than she'd be inclined to give an adult. She pulls out her own device, shaking her head. ]


My fault for startling you.

[ She hates how fucking jumpy this place is making her. If she could at least get a look at once of these 'sound-eaters,' that might help. Putting a few bullets into one would help even more, though she can't imagine there are many guns to be had. The natives have probably disposed of them all in some silent but overwrought manner. A mass burial, maybe. ]

Need help carrying?

[ She tells herself it's the sensible thing to do; if almost dropping a book happened once, it could happen again. ]
vocable: all by FRATHOUSE. (w2b)

[personal profile] vocable 2018-03-04 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for a minute, she thinks of simpson, of the sort of person that she can't physically overpower even with all her practice. guilty or not, bucky's in the category. still, she moves her device to her left hand and reaches to return the gesture: a firm shake.

the smile she gives him is half-polite and half-genuine. there's something to being indisputably from the same place and in the same circle as someone else — well, adjacent circles, perhaps.

it increases the odds that jessica is around here somewhere, too. ]


[ after a moment — ] Are you exploring the area?
theycalledmeacurse: (087)

un: rogue

[personal profile] theycalledmeacurse 2018-03-04 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Right, asking for a friend. As if anyone believes that these days. Though... who knows what days they're in now, so. ]

I just got here myself, but I'll let you know if I hear of anything. In the meantime, if your friend needs help with anything, I've got two hands to lend to the cause. I could probably use some help now and then myself in exchange.
deadlight: (running again)

sort....of

[personal profile] deadlight 2018-03-04 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ to be fair, there was at least a fifty percent chance she thought he was pennywise haunting her somehow. ]

u told me to gag myself or get all my friends killed

[ she was here, she read those words. ]
reapercussion: (003)

[personal profile] reapercussion 2018-03-04 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[If she had a bridge to sell him, she'd certainly try. But he's not wrong, and Sally finds herself nodding.] White boys ain't shit.

[When she does look away finally, she laughs. Straight up laughs at the way his eyebrows are practically leaping over each other. Okay, maybe she should be slightly less candid about everything. She's never had any reason to really hide any of it. Then again, she's never been in a situation like this before either.]

He didn't go to prison right away, but yeah. That's pretty much it. [She shrugs.] Uh, he came looking for me because he thought he was all big and badass. "Oh I'm Danny, and I'm a better ghost than you, I'm coming to haunt you." [It's an incredibly bad impression.]

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-04 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
well i mean scientifically speaking is always different than a philosophical reason
idk that i have an answer then
full_metal: (super suit)

[personal profile] full_metal 2018-03-04 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a part of Rita that remembers how this goes -- not because she lived it hundreds of times, but because eventually, she'll be out. She knows they'll 'win,' by some objective definition that will mean nothing, because she failed at her objective, and because it was all fake, anyway. A calculated, deliberate 'loss' orchestrated by the enemy.

But she keeps fighting, because that's what she did: because this version of her still thinks she can make it end the way she wants it to. She's looking for Hendricks when she spots an unfamiliar shock of white hair. It belongs to a woman without a suit, though she seems to have commandeered a fallen soldier's gun. It's an unexpected measure of competence from someone who looks as if they shouldn't even be here.

Rita cuts down a mimic that was coming up behind the woman, finishing it off with a short blast of gunfire as it writhes, shrieking. ]


Where the hell is your suit?

[ No one else is as adept with theirs as she is -- they haven't had the practice -- but the soldiers should all at least have one. ]