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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



supersonic: (04)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-24 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This much friendliness has to be a trap, right? But this person's brother, if he exists, sounds like another mutant in trouble, and that's not something Pietro can just ignore.

So, somewhere public. With lots of exits. ]


By the fountain, in 10 minutes. Don't be late.
supersonic: (04)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-24 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I imagine you are not the only one.

[ Does he have a home to get back to? He has Wanda. The rest is complicated. ]

We would need to get away from civilization, to start. Farther than this hamster-sized sand track they've laid out, to be sure. Got any brilliant ideas there?
assguardian: (SYMPATHY)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-24 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what wouldn't billy do to get tommy back? very little, but a touch of friendliness couldn't hurt. he flies over to the fountain and quietly lands on the sand scattered around it. ]

i won't be! i'm here!
supersonic: (mmkay)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-24 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For once, Pietro is not the most prompt. He could have crossed the distance to the fountain in seconds -- milliseconds, 3.2 to be precise, but not without making a sound. Silence requires being careful about the amount of air he displaces, how his weight falls, the amount of force with which he hits the ground -- none of which he loves, for the record.

So if he's looking a little irritable about it when he walks up at the pace of a dying snail (or, normal, other people would just call that normal), well, that's not Billy's fault, and to be fair that's sort of just his face. Pietro squints at the other teen for a beat, then taps out on the device (rather swiftly), ]


Well, you don't look like much of an army. Would you mind telling me who Magneto is to you, exactly?
assguardian: (TRADITION)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-24 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the man that greets billy puts to rest the... well, rest of billy's doubts. the man in front of him looks a lot (a lot) like uncle pietro. a much younger version of him, in fact, and billy has a sinking feeling about the answers he's going to get out of this meeting. tentatively, billy starts texting, worrying his lip as he does so. ]

he's my grandfather.

i may be overstepping here, but is it safe to assume he's your father?
danzan: all icons by <user name="danzan">. please don't take. (044)

[personal profile] danzan 2018-03-24 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

Just as many mutants as there were humans.


[ Not that there's really much of a distinction between the two besides powers, but he doesn't feel that has to be elaborated on much.

And then, because it doesn't seem like the kid's scared or particularly distressed by the mention of mutants, Logan types a brief: ]
im one of them
supersonic: (haet ur face)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-25 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pardon.

World's foremost mutant terrorist, had been more what Pietro had been expecting. Enemy, maybe. Ally, if he was lucky. He isn't lucky. His jaw clenches a tic while he stares at the words, wondering how the devil he's supposed to answer that, and if perhaps turning around and running the other direction would be an acceptable alternative.

But then he looks up at this young man, who-- well, doesn't look so much like him, at least not in the coloring, but does have a pair of eyes Pietro knows the shape of very well. And misses very much. He exhales unevenly. ]


I had hoped not. [ But here we are. ] You're certain?
monomachy: insomniatic @ dw (we are young)

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-03-25 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She's saved the woman and, presumably, her child--but the scene is shifting now. Diana stands from her defensive position, marveling at the decor around her. This is probably the exact opposite of the place she'd just been, and it takes her a moment to adjust to it. And once she does, her eyes immediately focus on Erik.

She realizes, very suddenly, that the child must have been him. And though her heart wants to burst from knowing that, she's left too breathless by the sight of him to think about anything else.

He is collected, proud. Closer to the man she'd known before, but still somehow different. Something is... less broken in him, though she can't quite figure out why she thinks that. She listens to his conversation with the woman--Raven, she thinks, as she's met her before--and can only manage a confused murmur.]


Erik?
beyourzoomer: (sad to the side)

[personal profile] beyourzoomer 2018-03-25 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[There are instructions so they're in luck there. She smiles a little, giving her a sympathetic look.]

yeah i know.
i'm sorry.



[For being the bearer of bad news, really. It's not a job she loves by any means.]
historyrabbit: (confused φ Maybe I forgot)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-03-25 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm hoping I never wound up in one of Rhode's little Dreamscapes that took after Wonderland. I don't think she'd have the patience to read them to be honest. [Thankfully. But give him time and he'll write it down for you or find it in the library!]

Nothing to worry about now at least. I don't think either of us is going to need to worry about it either. [What with both of them having their preferences and issues.] I'll still probably stick to this or signing, still not sure of my words some days. [A nod.]
iloveyousirs: (this seems unpleasant)

[personal profile] iloveyousirs 2018-03-25 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[when she speaks, Angus jerks around, a pronounced frown on his face.]

It's not just a rock!

[his voice is broken, and he drops the pieces with a sigh. There's no way that he can get them back together without some arts and crafts supplies, and that's not available here. He sits back on his heels, swallowing against the sob that threatens to choke him.]

It's how I talk to my friends when they're not at home. [he looks her over, taking in green skin and the serious expression on her face. Dragon born? Maybe.] Who are you?
assguardian: (THAUMATURGY)

[personal profile] assguardian 2018-03-25 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...ay yi yi this is not good already. way to go, billy? the teen wrings his hands a little and visibly hems and haws before deciding to stand firm in what he's already communicated thus far. ]

well, if you're quicksilver and your sister is the scarlet witch, then yes.

she's my mother.

uhm, i'm from your future?
iisupergirlii: (ugh! crinkle!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-25 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
You shouldn't HURT them just because you can. They're doing what they think is best to keep us alive.
supersonic: (i'm not kidding i really hate your face)

[personal profile] supersonic 2018-03-25 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is worse than alternate universes. Or duplicates. Or whatever had been happening on Avagi station. Pietro scrubs at his face with one hand, nodding. Yes, that's who he is, and that's his sister — so Magneto, the one who looks at Pietro like something he's scraped off his shoe, is more than likely his father.

But this isn't all bad. Wanda has a son. They both live long enough to have children. Her children survive to adulthood. The fear that none of those things would happen in the world he knows isn't anything he's ever voiced, but presented with evidence to the contrary he looks like he might have a softer emotion about it for a second — and promptly squashes that back down, wow. ]


Who is your father?

[ Just wondering. ]
personify: (surprise)

[personal profile] personify 2018-03-25 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raven is just going to take a moment to just openly stare at Kara. She didn't realize someone this self-righteous actually existed in real life. It's truly a marvel.]

And tell me how I was meant to know that when I only just woke up here and I'd every reason to think they were my captors? Thank you very much for the ethics lesson though, 'Supergirl'.
magneticfields: (work)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That must be of some relief to the French. It would be quite disheartening to discover that one's home was destroyed in every universe.

[ From what he's seen of the locals, this is another reality in which there are no mutants. Something disheartening to Erik. How is it that there are so many in which they do not exist at all, and yet none where they are free of their human oppressors? Is it their eternal fate to suffer?

But back to the boy's question. ]


You are familiar with magnetic fields, I trust. I'm able to manipulate them in such a way that I can hover on the polar energies. It's not a swift method of travel, but it is silent and remarkably useful.
iisupergirlii: (hoots!!)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-25 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you always punch first and ask questions later?

[Heck, Kara loves to punch, but come on.]

You don't need the quotation marks by the way. That's my name.
Edited (SHE ALREADY SAID HER NAME. I'M A CHAMP.) 2018-03-25 21:47 (UTC)
personify: (looking out)

[personal profile] personify 2018-03-25 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raven probably doesn't have any room to talk where ridiculous superhero names were concerned. But Mystique is better than Supergirl, at the very least.... right?] Yes, I suppose it is. Maybe you should call me Punchgirl?
magneticfields: (dark profile)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-25 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The pantry isn't quite bare, but it certainly is spare. Most of the tea appears to be tisane made from some sort of grass, precisely what the man specifically disdained. But hiding in the back, behind some canisters of salt, is a dusty box of Nescafé.

Close enough, Erik supposes. He can see the skin beginning to lighten with the first dusty light of dawn and realizes there's no sense in trying to soothe himself back to sleep anyway. So he returns to his room some minutes later with two mugs of black coffee, and offers one to the dark haired gentleman still lounging on his sofa. ]


I'm not sure how good this is, but it's not tea.

[ He sips his own. It's thin and bitter but it's hot and he's had worse. ]

Soundproofing would be much appreciated. In exchange, I have a number of skills but what is possibly most useful is I can build or repair anything made out of metal.
scarecrowed: (pic#11105251)

[personal profile] scarecrowed 2018-03-25 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vanessa's touch coupled with her voice brings him back. He avoids her eyes for now, afraid he might see judgement in them as he breathes heavily, putting his sword away. ]

You're a witch. [ Yes, let's talk about her and not the disturbing moment he just had... ]
iisupergirlii: (blah blah blah)

[personal profile] iisupergirlii 2018-03-25 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would I do that? That's stu -

[Kara erases the message, an angry frown on her face as she taps heavily at her device. It's already cracked. She doesn't need more damage to it.]

I'll call you Raven. Because that's RESPECTFUL.
possidetur: (ғᴏʀᴛʏ ғᴏᴜʀ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-03-25 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( when he does look he won't find judgement. vanessa knows all too well what it's like to have dark forces tipping and controlling your movements.

she at first doesn't respond to his accusation, hand returning to her side, eyes appraising for what he might be thinking, for what reaction her response might bring )


Yes.

( she decides not to specify, still searching for a few seconds more her gaze looks down to the body between them )

I don't believe there are any more.

( if he wants to linger on the topic of her being a witch she might give him a few more answers )
scarecrowed: (Default)

[personal profile] scarecrowed 2018-03-25 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lucas nods, relieved to hear he doesn't have to kill anything else in this dream.

After getting most of his breath back: ]
Not all witches are good where I'm from...

But then, everyone is not entirely good. [ Lucas being a prime example of that. ]
personify: (taking a leap)

[personal profile] personify 2018-03-25 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[It seems very easy to push this girl's buttons, Raven's noticing. It honestly makes her want to keep at it. She's good enough at reading people to know that this Supergirl isn't likely to retaliate unless Raven gives her more than catty backtalk as cause. At least not any retaliation that will do lasting damage.] If you say so.

So what all makes you super, Supergirl? I assume it's more than just that you move fast.
magneticfields: (mad)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-03-25 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't want to play.

[ His voice is higher, squeakier. His accent much thicker, his mouth and tongue not used to shaping words in English, still trying to force the phonemes into a more familiar, more Teutonic, shape. He looks at his hands, they are thin, as are his wrists and arms and legs and every part of him. The ever-present hunger gnawing at his gut, mixing with the towering rage he's still trying to fit into a manageable shape that he can carry with him without burning himself alive.

This is wrong. He wasn't here. He was in Europe, in a refugee camp, and then once he was released from there left to fend for himself until he was able to get to Israel. Years later.

He certainly didn't know either of them for nearly twenty years. ]


Raven, this is wrong.

[ His tone is as harsh as his accent. He is angry. He is always so angry. ]