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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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limped: (that you left and abandoned me but what)

zombie apoc babies???? | falling down

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-06 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Newt's eyes drop to the floor almost immediately at the threat, and he makes a noise in his throat that sounds like annoyance. His fingers clench at his side, itching to help her somehow, offer comfort. Newt's never been in such a situation and he feels awkwardly placed.

"I can't really do much about seein' it," he mutters, attention forcibly on his hands as he tries to wipe the dirt off on his trousers. Everything in him is itching to fight, to help, to do something for her even if he doesn't know her. Even if she seems as friendly as one of the Cranks that tried to bite his face off.

He doesn't have a weapon on him, and it makes him uneasy, more than her threat.
limped: (AND LET IT ALL BURN DOWN)

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-06 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Things Newt doesn't want to hear for 500, Alex. Spoiler: It's all of that. He doesn't want to hear any of it. ]

Great.

[ Majima, you are stressing him out and he's not even the one that asks a million questions. Just wait until Thomas hears about all of this... ]

Has anyone tried to check? [ Because he sure as hell knows who will try if he finds out about it... ]

Ya don't trust them, then?
vocable: all by FRATHOUSE. (y07)

[personal profile] vocable 2018-03-06 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
I know. I've tried everything to get my head in check.

[ expensive therapy, yoga, meditation. you name it. ]

Soundproofing treats the symptoms, not the problem, but it's a good idea for now.

[ instinctively, she wants to offer to accompany this person to the reset room if necessary. the username makes her thinks it's a hope shlottman type on the other end — some teen girl who likes 80s flicks — but trish can't be sure. ]

It might be better if we talk more directly about the rest.
antigene: (Default)

[personal profile] antigene 2018-03-06 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
She knows she could stab him if she needed or wanted to. But Ellie really doesn't want to. All of her anger is a defense meant to keep her pride and dignity intact. They can't help her in this nightmare. All they can do is let it unfold. The fact remains that she doesn't need his help. She doesn't need anyone's.

"Sick freaks like that deserve what they get."

Her jaw sets and she stonily looks on ahead. She doesn't flinch as she watches herself be thrown hard enough to black out. Any moment now, and David dies. Her eyes look from her nightmare to the intruder. She watches his face for signs of pity. When the sound of her coming to and killing David with as many stabs as possible echoes in the dimly lit room she looks for signs of disgust.
limped: (THEY'RE PAINTED RED)

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-06 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
The sounds of her struggle draw his eyes back up, and he watches hesitantly, looking to her and then the scene in front of him.

"Yeah." He agrees with her, people like that don't deserve to live. He thinks of the Cranks and how they're monsters. This man, assaulting her is no better than them. What's the point of existence if it's without humanity?

Newt's aware he was told to look away, but it's sort of impossible when there's such a ruckus drawing all his senses towards the scene. Lips curl into a frown and his dark eyebrows tug together, there isn't pity, there's anger on his face. He can feel her stare on him, and finally his warm brown eyes find her, resting on her instead of the scene.

"He buggin' deserved more than that, if ya ask me." Newt's not really sure what he deserved but a large part of him was angry, in a way he's never been before. Sure, he's been angry at WCKD for trying to turn him and his friends into iv bags of a cure for a virus they were fighting. But this, it's a different anger, one of disappointment and disgust, but at the other man. Newt's normally rather forgiving, but this is something he can't forgive in someone.
limped: (you can't pull me up from here)

[personal profile] limped 2018-03-06 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, right.

The dirt's almost the worst thing I've ever dealt with, nearly choking me. Just glad it didn't bloody kill me.

Better?
iisupergirlii: (fudge you motherfudger)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-06 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kara doesn't even read his response, surging forward and clapping a hand over his mouth. she fists her other hand in his shirt and then she's soaring up, away from the town, in case the Sound Eaters are about to swarm down on them. If nothing else, if they can fly; she doesn't know, they'll just kill them and not anyone else who happens to have the bad luck of sneezing while this jerk keeps trying to talk.

She's not trying to hurt him, but Constantine can probably definitely feel the promise of strength in her grip. once they're among the clouds, Kara takes her hand off his mouth hesitantly and pulls out her device with a frown.]


Do NOT make a sound. Nod if you understand.

[she would never drop him, doesn't even threaten to, but hey. he is pretty high up.]
inconstantly: (312)

wow rude

[personal profile] inconstantly 2018-03-06 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
oh now i'm going to have to stop you there

are you implying that you've never intentionally done anything to man made objects around you

kicked a rubbish bin

thrown something out of frustration

hit an electronic device that didn't work

yeah i think that is a lie miss


[He returns her wink in anticipation of her response. It was always nice to see a person's capacity for destruction, however minor.]
monomachy: buckybear @ ij (freakum dress)

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-03-06 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I would.

[There is no hesitation in the answer. Diana doesn't know what this girl's mission is or where it will take her, but she will not stand to see her unprepared. Righteousness and grit can only take someone so far without the hard skill to back them up. Diana has never trained anyone before, but she had been under Antiope's wing for thousands of years. She is certain she can handle it.

She steps forward, beginning to examine the girl with a critical eye, as her general had to her so many times. Find each strength, weed out each weakness. Cover them with tenacity and competence. Embrace those you cannot mend, and turn them into strength.]


What is your name?
monomachy: wondie @ dw (bad romance)

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-03-06 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[The excitement surrounding Supergirl is nearly palpable, and Diana can't help but continue to grin. A sense of kinship buds, and she embraces it.

Her brows raise slightly--she hadn't expected the homes to be unfurnished, but that is easily remedied. She nods, returning her attention to her device.]


A bed will be enough for now. Thank you.
oorah: (090)

breathes on u

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-06 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ over the past weeks, frank castle has become as reliable a shadow as matt's own, following him at length but knowing that the man would easily sense him. he doesn't want to smother him with his very real concerns, sure matt will write them off as disingenuous; but there's also the careful balancing act of everyone else here. frank has earned a place among these people, natives and arrivals alike, that's unlike anything he's ever achieved back home. even in the marines, well. that was a lie anyway.

he watches as matt slowly adapts, biding his time, but also ready and willing to step in should anyone mean him harm. he knows matt won't risk dying, not until he knows what's at stake, but frank is just as ready to jump on that grenade for him. whether or not they're still at lagerheads back home doesn't matter to frank -- here he intends to watch over matt whether the other man wants him to or not (he's betting not.) red could so easily blow up his spot here, and maybe that's why frank keeps his distance for as long as he can feasibly stand to. or maybe it's just cowardice.

things finally come to a head for him when frank walks into the town hall meeting on sunday and sees the other man sitting alone in a bright red jumpsuit. he wonders if anyone's bothered to tell matt the color, but the sight makes his lips twitch either way. he slots into the seat behind the other man and leans forward just an inch, just enough to speak close to his ear so no one else can overhear them. his voice is gravelly as ever, but soft and hoarse too from underuse. ]
When I said I'd see you around, this isn't exactly what I meant.
oorah: (☠︎321)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-06 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
the monsters and the red dust are connected. it's all connected somehow though don't fucking ask me how.
it's what keeps their population growing and it's what pulls us here.
we don't know jack else, but probably best if you try not to die til we figure it out.
beyourzoomer: (discerning)

Network, UN: MadMax

[personal profile] beyourzoomer 2018-03-06 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It is unless you can find other clothes in your size around somewhere. Didn't have much luck with that personally.
oorah: (☠︎111)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-06 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ frank pauses in his approach, hands going up in a clear sign of surrender. he doesn't blame this girl for being wary. hell, she's probably one of the smart ones for doubting this whole bullshit place. ]

No one's gonna hurt you. [ not on his watch. ]
oorah: (☠︎039)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-06 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, he's charmed. just stoic about it. he moves out of the way of her pacing but otherwise seems content standing at attention the way he is. and once again, he'll let her talk herself out, nodding at her sage advice. that he can wholeheartedly agree with no matter where they are. what a hypocrite. when she asks him that however, it's difficult not to be slightly sheepish. ]

There was a vote... [ and the guy who doesn't believe in democracy in any context had won, go figure. he swallows. while his motives may not be purely altruistic all the time, he knows he's made a difference here. he knows he wants to go on doing so. ] It doesn't matter, alright? I've been here two months, and I know my way around this hellhole. So if you need anything, you come to me. [ that sounded nicer in his head ]
oorah: (☠︎018)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-06 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he expects loyalty in the form of calling him first when disaster strikes. which seems altruistic on its face, but he's the resident fire-putter-outer for a reason. and it's not because he's good at doing so smoothly and without collateral damage. he's actually proven close to the opposite, but he's often been the only one willing to do the job in the end, and so here they are.

when she backs off, frank talks a half-step forward to accept the drink. paranoia is good, he respects it even when it's directed towards himself. maybe even especially. frank takes a quick swig before handing it back, savoring the swallow as their fingers brush. ]
oorah: (☠︎058)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-06 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if he can do it, he knows she'll pick it up fast. most of the kids here picked it up twice as quick as the adults anyway. frank nods encouragingly when she copies the greeting. she'll be just fine. ]

Good job, sweetheart. [ he then starts on the alphabet with her since that would seem the most familiar to a child from his perspective. he'll go from a to z until she starts signing the letters with him. ]
eachother: ꜱᴛᴇᴘʜ ₂.₀ (044)

[personal profile] eachother 2018-03-06 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
You tell people there are monsters waiting to kill them if they so much as make a sound and of course they're going to be scared. Fear is what makes them human, but it can also be used to control people. They don't have to see a monster to be afraid of one.

Was it just you?
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[personal profile] eachother 2018-03-06 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the corner of thomas' mouth quirks just the slightest bit at the tug at his jumpsuit and the comment about his appearance, there and gone again. he can't really remember the last time he smiled, and yet, it seems to come so easily for newt. he's a good kid, and thomas is glad for his company, even if these circumstances are... less than ideal.

he taps out his reply, then, addressing everything at once. ]


Yeah, the same. Less grass, more sand.

Weird stuff like what?

Yeah, yeah. Blue and orange. Coincidence?
underachievement: on invisible paper that i am still gonna crumple up because who caaarrees (hey interesting im gonna write that down)

settlin

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-03-06 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Jess has barely established a routine for herself let alone come to accept the monthly rigamarole of new arrivals and their underwhelming reception. Truly she's just in the neighborhood and decides to stick around for the Q&A portion to see if any of the newbies are as pissed off as she is but no, not really, so she bails two or three in. Enough time and they'll get there, maybe, but plenty of people seem to be sipping Constance's Flavor Aid that have been here as long as she has, so what does she know? Other than the proven multiversal consistency that humanity sucks.

With nothing better to do before but hole herself up in the clinic all day again, she takes a mild interest in the hemming and hawing happening over one of the newbies. It's not like the locals to give a shit. Jess shoves her way over. When she gets there, the scoff she gives could clear the room. "Jesus Christ Superstar."
flyguy: (Should be better)

un: CallingIt

[personal profile] flyguy 2018-03-06 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, working on it. I'll send you the short version if you want.

[So. Awkward.]

Hi. Just you?
lovesbitch: to the cold fruitless moon . (☾ 141)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I could do if it wouldn't get us both nommed

[ and he's about to go into the tapdance demon who turned their town into a musical before clara's next message... oh. he glances back towards the door warily. ]

you go on ahead
lovesbitch: not to your father's choice (☾ 134)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-06 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not signin the forward to anything less [ so don't even go there. his expression brooks no arguments. very buffylike indeed, but with a touch more softness, maybe. ]
lovesbitch: but in this kind (☾ 106)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-06 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he nods. fine, fine. if all she wants is an adventure then he'll get them started. spike glances around before heading the opposite way of the rest of the newbies, phone held aloft so they can chat. someone ditched his cold shoulder quick, huh? ]

every man for himself if those monsters come close

[ he says it but he'd take the hit so she could escape. that's just who he is. besides, he's already dead so this is just free time he's riding on. her second message gets an eyeroll followed by a sharp look over. ]

you think no one's done that, pet? Think it thru now. [ he's not planning to ENGAGE. he just wants to see what these fuckers are about. ]
lovesbitch: than that which (☾ 148)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-06 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he is cold, so when the blanket is tossed out the window, he doesn't even turn around. spike catches it in midair and wraps himself in it, curling into a fetal position so he can get it to cover as much space as possible. that's a thank you. ]