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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



dryeyes: its a known science (the problems)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-03-22 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[They lock strength for a moment, with the cloth between them holding far more sturdily than a cloth should. so, this was her strength without a quirk? Definitely enough to be an issue if he took a wrong step.]

[He wouldn't disarm her like this, though. So, when he feels their weight and pull equal, he lets it loose. The fabric drops, the strength behind it gone, and Aizawa ready to take advantage of any moment where she may stumble.]

[The fabric is still between them, as he then approaches from the opposite side that he grappled her on. This time the target is the legs, to attempt to get them tied together. His gaze never leaves her. He knows that the second he looks away there's a chance for counter-attack. He knows he'll have to blink, soon, and he's got not mask to hide that fact from his opponent.]

[With the cloth on one side, still limply hanging between them, and the cloth on the other to attempt to seal her movement, his neck is almost entirely visible. Whatever it was made of, it wasn't infinite, and it was getting woven over the cold floor with less and less for him to use.]
oorah: (☠︎004)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-22 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he nods at the correction, even for as out of it as he is. how close to unconsciousness. he'll remember, it's a promise. and because of their shared experience on the table luke will know he isn't lying. that he sympathizes with the other man every step of the way. he starts repeating the words in a mumble. always forward, never back. as far as mantras go, it could be worse. somewhere along the way it morphs into his own though: one batch, two batch. penny and a dime... and that must be when luke figures out the test -- he blinks and they're in the reset room. it shouldn't be such a relief.

the red dust hits his senses with a wash of copper and something sharper, frank licks his lips expecting to taste blood but he doesn't. the other man's voice cuts through the noisy silence of the place and he looks over. castle. so many people here now who knew him -- or thought they did. in actuality, the people of reims knew him better than anyone in that courtroom back home, or who had watched him on the news. he lets out a long breath before reaching over, setting a heavy hand on the man's shoulder and squeezing. he's here. he's right here. ]
assguardian: (WIDDERSHINS)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ billy doesn't like this. he doesn't like that he's far away from home, that he's in a part of the multiverse that doesn't seem to want to let him go, that he's in a place where every noise is potentially deadly when he still sometimes trips over his own feet if he's not paying attention.

he's in a world far from teddy, far from where tommy might be, far from a team that needs him and he doesn't know how to get back.

frustrated, billy takes out the device he was given, swiping it to life.
]

i was wondering if you knew where we are.

do you know?
torridity: (wild fire burning bright)

damon salvatore | the vampire diaries cw: violence

[personal profile] torridity 2018-03-22 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival;

[ Damon doesn't like it, not one bit, when he wakes up covered in dust. Nor does he like it when he feels hands pushing and pulling. And when he's undressed, well, he flirts a bit - no a lot - but things happen a little too fast and he's just a bit too dazed from god knows what.

It's not until he's in a room with someone explaining what's happened that he finally can collect himself to crack his typical sarcasm. He's still reeling, and it's a rare occurrence, what the hell did they drug him with? And who did it? His mind goes to Stefan, but something about it doesn't feel completely right.

He looks down at the jumpsuit and cringes. At least they didn't take his ring.
]

Really loving the kidnapee side of things, but you really made a mistake this time.

[ He's still feeling woozy, or the fight he'd put up, trying to push past these people would be a lot more vicious. Feel free to help or stop him as he tries to maim the locals. ]

Network;

un: salvatore

this is real cute, but where's the nearest bar?
prorenataa: (kinda spacing)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2018-03-22 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At another time, another life time ago, the doctor probably would have been expressing the same sense of anxiety. Only with a lot less grace than the young man was showing.

Now?

Now he gave the impression of impeccable calm, almost with a sense of dry amusement at the edges, though he didn't smile. Instead, he pulled his communication device free of his jumpsuit and responded. ]


I fopm't

[ Frowning ruefully, Adrien exhaled a deep and quiet breath, before he tried typing again. This time a bit more carefully. ]

Still getting usedd to this de vicE

I only k now wjaf what you probably just heard as well.
hairington: (Default)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-03-22 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at least billy has that much over steve. being pre-mobile devices, he has had to learn to remember to bring this around. and that has taken him a bit of time.

steve's own texting is slow, and still awkward, despite how often he's needed to use it here. even now, he shakes his head in response to the messages he recieves back. ]


no no its fine
it takes some getting used to

not sure about 'world' or 'universe'
[ though he can probably find a kid or two who would understand that better. ]
but this is apparently france
assguardian: (SYMPATHY)

network

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
that's your first concern? "where's the alcohol?"
rakuyo: (Oh... I know very well.)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-03-22 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a stumble backward at the cloth going suddenly slack. Maria's arms don't flail much, more controlled and then her feet moving to catch her with a shifting of her weight stepping backward. Her swords swing and meet at the hilts, twisting and locking together again, into a single weapon. Feet planted as Aizawa approached from the opposite side of the cloth, she does not want to retreat over it. Charging into him was also not optimal, after her stumble.

Her best option would be a swift counter action. For that, the sword is held away in one hand and with her other, she reached to her jacket. With quick draw speed, Maria produced a small blunderbuss. The gun lifted between them and fired off immediately. It's not a single bullet, meant to pierce, but a wild spray of silver shrapnel in an explosive burst. The force and shocking loudness that echoed through the chamber explosively.

At best for her, the shot would send the man flying backward, but even if it missed, should startle him.]
assguardian: (SUMMERLAND)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
what were they like? how fast were they?
assguardian: (VIBRATE)

network

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
i like to think it's because we can do some good.

maybe we're here to save this world.
assguardian: (THIURIBLE)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ france - that explains why some of the architecture is familiar. billy has visited various locales back home, including france, but he'd only visited the tourist traps like the eiffel tower and the champs elysees. he has the power to be anywhere at anytime if he just so much as wishes for it, and sometimes - just sometimes - he indulges. and why not, right? he comes home on time. he finishes his homework, and finishes his projects, and he still manages to help save the world from time to time.

a little joyflying and skipping a couple or so timezones is as far as his personal rebellions go.
]

i've been to france but this isn't any part of it that i've been to.

it looks terrible too. you know, what with the ruins and end-of-days decorations going on.

uh, hi. i'm billy, by the way.
assguardian: (SUMMERLAND)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
so we're both new. that makes sense, somewhat.

[ in a possible kidnapping situation, there are usually two prominent reasons for taking more than one victim: the first is to pad the numbers in the case of a hostage situation, and the second is for more gain. granted, one and two tend to go hand in hand, but in this case billy's thinking is things lead closer to the first reason more than the second.

besides, what's there to gain in a scenario like this?
]

hi. i'm billy.

did the lady tell you anything more, about why they brought us here?
hairington: (pic#11850036)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-03-22 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ steve had no concept of familiarity with france in, really, any capacity at all. except for maybe the eiffel tower. which definitely wasn't in this small town. but he's got it from a good source so he'll stick with that for now. ]

i've heard it being the end of times and being overrun with monsters attracted by sound can do that to a town
they explained all that to you, right?


[ oh no, bad name associations. moving on... ]

steve
assguardian: (THAUMATURGY)

arrival

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ billy had been hovering too — it's quieter, and given that he's been repeating the woman's instructions to him under his breath, even his newly crafted cape makes no sound against the occasional draft that blows his way. he's in a soundless bubble, a sphere of magical influence that keeps him relatively safe to be around. seeing someone else flying, though — billy catches himself halfway to a gasp in surprise.

billy tosses up a small ball of light to alert the other of his progress, and to catch his attention— wait, they have phones. billy takes out his device and sends off a text.
]

hello! do you know where we are, exactly?
dryeyes: it is my right [<user name="expellerhead">] (i am allowed this one(1))

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-03-22 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's used to people's gestured being a means to hide their quirk or use some sort of tool. Well, in a technical sense, a gun is a tool. He's not used to seeing guns. Much less guns that were already a relic of the past.]

[One would think the shrapnel would startle him more. It's the noise, the booming sound that he's entirely unused to, now. It sends him back, grasping at his ears. His eyes are obscured but the fact his hair is falling into his face again is a sign that whatever power is at work has paused.]

[Don't hesitate, don't flinch, he pulls taught on the cloth, pulling it all back in to try and secure it around some limb of hers, for some anchor point, some takedown-]
rakuyo: (Liberate you...)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-03-22 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[The stagger is just what she needed for an opening. Maria steadies her feet and feels herself more able. Quickening, she disappears, the cloth with nothing to grab onto when there is only thin air between them. It's sudden as the gun being drawn, her reappearance directly in front of Aizawa, a burst of silver air flickering around her form. She'd have been able to stab him through the gut in a single flick of her wrist, if only her Rakuyo had separated.

Instead, the wind up is still wide, the slash aiming at him a horizontal swing, the kind that could open a man's side open to spill his insides. The inhuman quickness is gone however, the movement considerably more sluggish and her position more open with the wind up as her quickened leaves under his gaze.]
assguardian: (THAUMATURGY)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the end of times and being overrun with monsters is pretty much the daily situation back home; billy's appreciation of his current location is somewhat dampened by the fact that he can't leave and call for back-up. already he's thinking about the ways he can help, how to contribute to saving this world without the rest of the team to help him out. maybe there are groups here that he can help out with, or some initiative that he could offer his abilities.

that's getting ahead of himself, though.

(speaking of name associations - haha, captain america.)
]

hi, steve. your last name isn't rogers, is it?
assguardian: (SUMMERLAND)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the questions is decidedly pointed, when it pops up on billy's phone, and he takes a moment to look around at the crowd to look for who might have sent it. when his eyes land on logan, they widen — even though the details are different from what he remembers, wolverine's features remain the same. maybe it's one of those universal constants. ]

there's only so many of us left.
hairington: (pic#11850036)

[personal profile] hairington 2018-03-22 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
no?

[ guess who knows little to nothing about comics??? though if you said captain america he might be able to associate it, and point you in the direction of those thirteen year olds who know more about what is going on than he does.

still, he's kind of...curious? ]


should it be?
underachievement: i saw too many productions of Spider-Man where the guy died I'm not gonna do it (fuck it i'm not doing it)

arrvl

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-03-22 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately that Jess and Kevin twofer is still in effect, which is about the only reason Jess takes it upon herself to appear outside the Reset Room when the newest flock of arrivals shuffles through. She doesn't want any of her and Kilgrave's mutual acquaintances to have him sprung on them first. Not that it's her job and she hates that the obligation of responsibility continues to plague her. Sooner or later, a part of her is going to want him to pull some shit just so she can lock him up and throw away the key, and she's brewing the appropriate self-loathing in preparation, unconsciously af.

The horror and validation of spotting Luke Cage in the crowd does a lot to keep that at a steady simmer, slows it down right to the low setting on a crockpot.

"Holy shit," Jess announces herself within the communal shelter outside the Room, where talk is permitted, if not necessarily encouraged. Not a shocked Holy shit, Luke is here but a relieved Luke is here, holy shit, thank shit I found him first. The original residents, immune to Kilgrave, have allowed him to wander among the new blood, albeit under supervision. To which Jess would add her own albeit, since they're hands-off, morally apathetic at best, and pretty much fucking useless. She doubts they'd stop Kilgrave from putting words into Luke's mouth; if Jess were to run into him later, she couldn't trust a single one. It counts as a small, important victory in her daily war with a level of never-ending, nerve-frying stress so high key Sarah Brightman couldn't hit it.
dryeyes: handing it back to them and saying "you dropped this" (honorable mention:)

[personal profile] dryeyes 2018-03-22 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's staring again as quickly as his senses allow. The cloth didn't snag on anything so she must have escaped it. That means he needs to go defensive again. The cloth comes back, floating near his person, waiting for the next direction.]

[And if not for that instinct, he'd have a fresh new scar. Or, well, maybe "scar" was optimistic. He'd have a new, direct route to his intestines.]

[Some sort of movement quirk? His mind flickers to the sound eaters. It can't stay there long, though. The less focus on the woman in front of him, the more likely a crucial hit connects on him. Their close proximity at least gives him a chance. Get a loop around the hilt of the blade, try to throw it off. He expects her to react accordingly so, as he does, he spins his weight on his heel.]

[A kick to the side isn't nearly as dangerous as a blade to the side but it'd do for now.]
rakuyo: Commissioned Icon by <lj user=crawly> (Pity.)

CW: Blood and Gore

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-03-22 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cloth manages to grasp her blade around the midsection, unlocking it and forcing her to break it apart again. Her swing is offset as a result, but she keeps hold of both swords with firm grip on each. The kick lands solidly into her side, sending her stumbling away. She quickens during a blink and gets more distance from Aizawa, separating them by a solid quarter of the room as she got back on her feet.

Her expression is determined, but distant, almost like one of pity. She doesn't do well in sustained fights without blood frenzy, and the man's weapon wasn't going to cut her up. Spinning her blades, she shifted them to hold backwards, jutting them out in front of her before stabbing inward. They pierce just below her below her ribs and she hunched forward as they jut out her back. Again, she stumbles, coughs blood without a scream. A moment to grind her teeth, she rends her Rakuyo out again, causing a splatter of liquid viscera to hit the floor in front of her. Not nearly as loud as the gunshot she fired, but far more upsetting to the mind.

Despite the gush of blood from her midsection, she stands upright immediately, leveling her gaze. Blood frenzy isn't anything like a quirk, not something that can be blocked like her quickening. Swords dripping her own blood, she runs at him again.

When she swings them forward, it's short of him, but the wave of red they emit is otherworldly. A wave of blood that tears as it sprayed forward, wet and somehow staggeringly sharp.]
paragon: (cw ☆ 092)

[personal profile] paragon 2018-03-22 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
So not just a dream.

[ He doesn't just mean Natasha this time — but her presence and the rust on both of their hands (any other remaining dust on their bodies was blown away by the ride) means this isn't just coming from inside his own head. He's not sure if it's a relief or not, that this is why he keeps coming back here.

He doesn't look at her hands when she lifts them. He doesn't need the proof, just her word, and it's not as important as her demeanor when she gives it.
]

I didn't tell you before [ the last time he asked her that question ] it doesn't mean you're not welcome.

[ He looks at her for another second longer. ] C'mon. [ He turns toward the exit, not trying to catch up with the boys. Just to leave the roller coaster platform with her. ]
Edited 2018-03-22 21:14 (UTC)
ferrokinetic: (I'm bright as the Oregon breeze)

falling down the stairs

[personal profile] ferrokinetic 2018-03-22 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's not much lorna hates more than cages, except for people who put mutants in them. she doesn't have to have thunderbird's powers to know something's wrong here. the air smells sickly and stale, like fear, like the asylum - too many unwashed bodies crowded together. the scene before her swims into clarity. it doesn't matter if it's a dream. there's a child here. and she doesn't understand german, but she doesn't have to.

she couldn't protect sonia or the struckers from dr. campbell, but boy can she do this.

some instinctive, bloodborne part of her understands intrinsically what she needs to do here. the click of the pistol sees her snap into action. lorna's powers flare green and bright. the gun flips and fires into shaw's temple. ]


Fucker.

[ she hisses the word like a feral cat, giving him a sound kick with her steel-toed boots once he's down. spits on his corpse. then there's the matter of the kid. her gaze passes to him, and there's kindness there but it's uncomfortable.

she is way better at murdering bad dudes than caring for soft little ones. ]

ferrokinetic: (I waited for the remedy)

lorna dane | the gifted

[personal profile] ferrokinetic 2018-03-22 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival;
[ the taste of copper is a familiar one. but the air around her feels...wrong, somehow. fear. disorientation. foreign hands on her, coaxing her forward.

lorna panics and lashes out with her powers, because that's what she does. mutants have fight or flight burned into them more deeply than your average human, and 'flight' stopped being an option the second she joined the hellfire club. her fear and anger at not knowing where she is manifests alongside her powers. the sudden wrench of metal causes a similar panic in whoever's nearby. ]


Get away from me.

[ her voice shakes, but there's violence in that statement too, a shove as she lunges to her feet, then pitches forward, choking on dust. someone grabs her, says they're only trying to help, and she kicks them off too. when she rubs her cheek, her fingers come away gritty and red.

more hands pile on, pinning her arms back and dragging her forward, into a dank room with a sagging ceiling. great. the piping's all plastic, which just makes her thing - they were ready for her. they planned this. ]


So what, this is where the waterboarding happens?

[ she seems suddenly a little chipper for someone who expects they're about to be tortured. and sure enough, when the hands attempt to undress her, she snags one by the wrist and drags it toward her, pinning the hand at an awkward angle. ]

I'll break it. Just try me.


network;
so everyone around here lives half a life in fear of the boogeymonsters
even though you get reset/brought back?

ever consider there's worse things than dying?


[ so says this hot topic-looking motherhugger. look, in her world, the consequences were real and death was everywhere, so one can hopefully forgive her being slightly judgmental.

and if not, well. she's hashtag not here to make friends. she has a war to fight. and win.]


wildcard;
[ u want a dream prompt or something different, just let me know! ]