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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



rakuyo: (Only an honest death will cure you now.)

[personal profile] rakuyo 2018-03-23 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Maria doesn't care why a person would be in the place, but to ask her? Tch, how foolish. If this woman made it to the top of the Astral Clocktower, she should be well aware of the Nightmare, the experiments that went on below... how couldn't they? The very room Maria was in lay guarded with those who failed to ascend to the higher plain they do sought. She doesn't consider that this nightmare is different than the one she'd come to know as her own.

Blades ready, she doesn't answer, or speak at all. Her expression is level and she dives forward. Maria's double blades swing with precision, not minding a clash of metal against Gamora's weaponry. The Sound Eaters are nothing she knows, yet, and they have no sway in this place.]
unspokenthing: (stare)

[personal profile] unspokenthing 2018-03-23 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gamora waited for an answer, any answer at this point. She didn't really ascended the Astral Clocktower. Darkness had brought her here within that darkness she thought she would finally wake. Not getting a spoken word only made her grit her teeth in irritation. A small yell leaves her throat as her weapon comes up to meet the double blades.

She will not lose. Gamora will fight endlessly and take on any hard beatings from Maria. Maybe she will even enjoy it a little bit that will later frighten her. But she worked hard to stay alive without getting modifications in making her perfect. ]
Fine don't tell me! I will not go easily!

[ After speaking, Gamora will shove with all of her strength to get Maria to back off before taking her sword away creating a bit of spark against metal. She will swing back hard towards the woman and her blades. She's not afraid but will be determined, focused on the fight. ]
supersonic: (01)

network; un: quicksilver

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-23 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ slow head turn ]

How fast, exactly?
unspokenthing: (pic#12175548)

un: gamora

[personal profile] unspokenthing 2018-03-23 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have a theory? If what everyone is saying to be true about them. Fighting them could be tricky. All the sound would alert them.

[ A plan would need to be brought up. Gamora though doesn't have all the details or information. She is glad though that Peter wouldn't be around to play music loudly. It would only make the Sound Eaters come, drawing them towards the noise. She would fight the Sound Eaters though. She would take on anything if it meant protecting everyone else. ]
supersonic: (/files nails)

network; un: quicksilver

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-23 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Like getting everyone else killed, perhaps?

[ js. ]

Still, I would take a controlled experiment over sitting around twiddling our thumbs for the rest of our lives.
magneticfields: (who the fuck are you)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik hesitates at the door, drumming his fingers on the doorframe silently a moment, mulling over what Frank just said and trying to piece together exactly how this man came to be sleeping in his room. He doesn't feel like he had sex recently, anyway. ]

Hold that thought. I'm sure we can work out some kind of equitable barter when I come back.

[ Because if they did, well. He certainly isn't about to accept payment. ]
assguardian: (THAUMATURGY)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-23 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
...really fast. uhm. white hair, green suit, might be wearing goggles?

it’s really important that i find him.
underachievement: (i don't have time for breakthroughs)

jjones

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-03-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Constantly
And my expectations are exceeded every time
magneticfields: (half light sad)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't understand. He sees Schmidt's dead body, and hears the woman's instructions. He is frozen. This is wrong. ]

Aber Mama.

[ He turns, reaching toward her. But she is already crumpled to the ground. Silent. ]

Nein!

[ He takes a step toward her and the tile turns to sand. He takes another step and hears the ocean. The echoes of Moira's scream. The missiles plunging to the sea. By the time he reaches his mother she is gone. Charles looks up at him, eyes wide with pain, not just because of the bullet in his spine.

His blood is hot on his hands. ]


"You did this."
Edited 2018-03-23 06:59 (UTC)
blacksalt: (Mars be Tuesday.)

01

[personal profile] blacksalt 2018-03-23 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Without any of her goth armour equipped, Nico is wired with anxiety and confusion, and feels more exposed in this stupid jumpsuit than she if she were to have shown up in her bathing suit. She keeps her arms locked over her chest and tries to calm her mind by finding something to fixate on: The person in front of her. She pays attention to the motions he's put through so that they have some chance of sinking in when they come at her a moment later. Once it's all done, they're left to their own devices. For real.

Which is why Nico's brow scrunches when he attempts to communicate with disorganized gesturing. The message is lost in translation, yet she shoots back a What? in a similar dialect, with a flare of her eyes and mild shake of her head, instead of whipping out her pseudocell and getting to texting. ]
supersonic: (04)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-23 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Bob Hayes is really fast. So is a Ferrari. It would be helpful to know which you mean.

Is there some reason you think he's been hurt?
assguardian: (VIBRATE)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-23 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ the person on the other end of the line with the very suspicious username (and billy knows not to just trust things as simple as usernames) is right: speed is (haha) descriptive of many things, and now billy’s holding his face in both hands because he should’ve thought about that too. way to go, b. ]

he’s been missing for a while and he’s important to me.

[ wait. billy, you’re a freaking warlock. on a hunch billy attempts a magical phone tracing spell, and— ]

does the word “avengers” mean anything specific to you? like, a group of people, maybe?
magneticfields: (alright)

b.

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He knows where he is. The decor is different. Older. Subtly ostentatious in a way that Charles never was, for all his fussiness. He was never particularly concerned with impressing anybody. Whoever decorated these rooms definitely was.

He is an intruder, He should do something, let her know that he's there. That he's seeing things he shouldn't. That she never would share with him willingly. But he can't. They're happy. His heart twists in his chest.

They're in the park and he can feel the sunlight on his skin. That old, ugly jealousy flares once before he manages to quell it. This is what it was really like for you? But things were never so simple. If it was, Raven wouldn't have left with him.

They're so young.

He doesn't realize she can see him until she tags him. ]


Raven.

[ He curses under his breath and chases after her. ]
magneticfields: (go away)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik lifts his hand, making a barrier between Logan and himself. Logan won't feel it unless he gets too close. Then he just won't be able to move. ]

As far as I've been able to find.

[ How is he supposed to explain what is going on to Logan. He sighs softly and tries. ]

They weren't killed. This version of Earth never had mutants. The two of us are the only ones who have been brought here, as far as I know.
supersonic: (ur regretting this conversation already)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-23 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
He's your brother, of course he is important. [ Missing for a while doesn't sound good, though. ] I have not seen him yet, but I will look.

They are a team, headquartered in America, yes? Captain America and a supposed god and some millionaire's bodyguard? What do they have to do with this?
magneticfields: (profile happy)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ He curls his arm around her but does his best not to be as familiar with her as she is to him. So around the waist, and nothing else. ]

Hold on.

[ He lifts them off the ground, but about a foot up instead of just an inch or two. The little smile on his face is definitely cocky as he meets her eye and turns them in a lazy circle before tilting his head in different directions. ]

Which way?
perservering: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] perservering 2018-03-23 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Carol Peletier.

[ She just nods in response to his other question as they start along the path. She moves quietly under normal conditions, but on the sound-dampening sand path she is completely silent. ]

Where I'm from has its similarities. But I'm pretty sure we're not in Virginia anymore.
Edited 2018-03-23 07:56 (UTC)
magneticfields: (half light concerned)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't how it goes. Diana wasn't there. Why weren't you there? Why was nobody there? But for once, the bullet is deflected. He doesn't hear the sickening sound of his mother's dead body hitting the floor. The silence after.

He turns to look at her, to ask when she got so tall but the scene changes. The cold tile under his feet is now thick red carpet. The white and black decor right up the edge of tacky. He's taller. Prouder. A king.

The White King of the Hellfire Club.

None of this impresses Raven. She lounges, naked, on the white sofa. Which in so many other dreams would have been the start of something pleasant. But not in this. Her eyes are cold and hard, the only thing betraying her emotions. He's already lost her.

How did he not see it? He speaks words that would echo in his ears for years in solitary. ]


Then stay. I will go alone.

"That's a good idea."

It is a good idea. It will work. And when I return, you can help me decide your replacement.
magneticfields: (look up sad)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik is generally uninterested in the company of young people. Their needs tend to be outside his area of experience, and there's always somebody else more equipped to deal with them anyway. But there's something about this particular young man that tugs at his attention.

And not just because he's also floating, although that is interesting. And not just the ball of light that doesn't seem to produce any heat.

He looks at the young man a moment, searching his face for some clue as to what it is about him. ]


France, I think. [ His expression grows rueful. ] It's changed since the last time I was here.
magneticfields: (gun)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-23 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik doesn't know the green-haired woman. He just stares. Feeling like he's listening to a record that keeps skipping into the same groove. That's not how it goes. It should have. He should have. They'd have killed him both but he should have tried.

The walls spread out, windows appear, stretching gracefully. The sunlight streams through them. On the thick carpet, the polished wood conference table, where Raven lies twitching. On Charles hair, falling to his shoulders as he strokes her face and whispers words of comfort.

On the gun in Erik's hand. ]


Don't.

[ He whispers to himself as he lifts the gun. ]

Don't do it. It won't help. You don't need to.

[ He cocks it. ]
assguardian: (THIURIBLE)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-23 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ the other's response answers some questions, but not all. all right, something to work with, billy thinks - the multiverse is officially at play. ]

see, we're kind of the junior squad. my brother and i, we're part of a team, we call ourselves the young avengers (sometimes) and there's someone with your alias on the senior team and does the name magneto mean anything to you too?

you know, just wondering.


[ nailed it. ]
assguardian: (THIURIBLE)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-23 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a game of charades. at least the other teen's gestures are fairly universal in terms of communicating what?, with her hands held out with the palms up and her shoulders raised. the face journeys they're both making must be something of a sight to onlookers.

why don't they just use their devices anyway? that's a question for the ages.

billy continues on with trying to get where are we across, slowing his gestures as though speed is the concern here and not the sheer incoherence of his actions. literally. (never let him play actual charades.)
]
assguardian: (VIRGIN)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-23 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ billy lands with a near-audible whoomph, the answer he'd gotten giving him something concrete to pin his thoughts to. so they're in france; that explains the scenery seeming familiar. he knows the architecture under the rubble, knows what france looked like back home because he's a romantic who sometimes sneaks out at night just to see the lights from the eiffel tower. what had happened? why is this place in such ruins?

were there mutants in this version of the universe, and did any of them survive?

something about the man seems familiar, too. the way the light drapes across his features remind him of someone, someones, though he can't pinpoint just who he's being reminded of. he knows this man, or some version of him. that much billy feels certain, as much as he can be in this universe anyway.
]

this is nothing like the france i know, too.

how is it that you can fly?
blacksalt: (Ouija SVP.)

[personal profile] blacksalt 2018-03-23 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nico rolls her eyes, unfolding her arms for the first time since she woke up with a hand over her mouth. Then she can fish into one of the ultra functional pockets of her mega depressing jumpsuit (not black, because that would be too much dignity) and waggle it around, and then point to it with her other hand. She's better at charades than he is, in her opinion. ]
scarecrowed: (Default)

[personal profile] scarecrowed 2018-03-23 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hears her chant something, reminded of the witches in his world, but now's not the time to ask. Lucas pulls the sword back out of the nightcomer, but even if it's dead, he'll cut through it again.

This is what happens in moments like this - he gets carried away. It's as though something dark takes over him. He needs to hear a voice to snap him out of it or he'll just keep going. ]