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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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coagmentatio: surprisingly you weren't the only one there without pants (you went into taco bell without pants)

[personal profile] coagmentatio 2018-04-05 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah...

... His smile is dim - sad, really. There's not a single part of him that wants to talk about his last memory. Riley... doesn't need to know about this, right? ]


That's not my last memory.

[ While holding a blink, he shakes his head. Then, he looks to Riley, that smile lingering. ]

Guess there being some kind of space-time rift situation going on isn't too crazy to think about, given that we managed to wake up in an entirely new world...

[ ... Enough stalling. ]

The last thing I remember is you leaving. I don't know why, but you were going back to them.
oorah: (☠︎009)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-04-05 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ everything he learned about this kind of shit came from a touch-based telepath so bear with him for a second here. one broad hand encircles logan's wrist and suddenly there's red dust beneath their feet. four white walls that seem to be closing in and it's hard to breathe. constance is visible through the doorway as is hotdog himself, standing calmly beside her with a big brown dog as people gather round. among them is logan, clad only in a shabby jumpsuit like all the others as he steps up to receive his device.

they're just in time to catch the best part: 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. frank's "heard" it so many times this isn't the first time he's heard it in his sleep. but this time, he has a companion. he looks over to make sure dream!logan is alright. ]
Do you get it yet? [ despite the content of the words, his voice sounds even and patient. like it isn't the first time he's had to talk someone through this and it won't be the last. ]
vdova: (181)

[personal profile] vdova 2018-04-05 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her grin gets a little wider. ] Think you can keep it down this time?

[ He does know her. She's teasing him, but she's glad for the suggestion. Coming here, to a place he used to spend time as a child — she didn't have this. And her line of work now doesn't leave her a lot of time for games. She doesn't want to think of it as a date, but it's about the closest she's come in a long time. ]
divarication: (carrying the weight of the world)

[personal profile] divarication 2018-04-06 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[That's... not possible.

Is it?

Then again Riley would also say that ending up on another world suddenly where there were monsters attracted to sound wasn't likely either but here they both are. Has he just forgotten part of his own life like Aiden once had? Or were they simply brought here from different points in time.

But he frowns at the description Aiden gives, trying to think of why he'd go back to the pack. That one - even though he has little to go on - makes more sense to him and there's an answer he can provide for that.]


The ONLY reason I'd go back to them is if they threatened you or Fara.
underachievement: halfway up the mountain with a box of donuts and a full burqa (there i was)

cw kilgrave talk so sexual assault mention

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-04-07 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
He should. He mentioned him in their introduction, all but guaranteeing her lack of cooperation at the time. Can't fault a guy for his fallible memory right after he rises from the dead though.

"Murderer. Rapist," Jess drones, tired by the speech even though she's usually giving it in text form. "Mind controller. One of the only assholes around here who reeks of cologne." He may not be able to pick out purple, but he's got that freaky sense of smell that can differentiate pork from chicken. Ought to be enough to differentiate human beings from upright piles of shit. "Stay away from him, all right?"
Edited 2018-04-07 05:37 (UTC)
danzan: all icons by <user name="danzan">. please don't take. (043)

[personal profile] danzan 2018-04-07 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The shift in setting is so jarring Logan's head is moving quickly from side to side, up and down -- eyes wide and nose flaring as he tries to make sense of it all the way a frightened animal would. The panic reaction settles when his brain catches up, though, and by then he's only able to really catch the last few things: survive in a community, but only if you're quiet. ]

I don't... [ He looks down at his clothes, and then he looks at the white walls. ] Is this [ God, what was it Hotdog called it? ] the Reset Room?

Or are you showing me this shit in a dream?
blessmefather: (so that they will)

Re: cw kilgrave talk so sexual assault mention

[personal profile] blessmefather 2018-04-09 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
It comes rushing back to him as she speaks, his expression growing pinched and sharp. Kilgrave alive and here? Of all people to rise.

Matt nods at her as the wheels turn in his head. "Cologne. That should be easy to notice in this crowd." If he wears enough Matt should be able to smell him from the opposite side of a building. He nearly asks about the mans' voice. "Height, build? Is he going by a different name here?"
historyrabbit: (allen φ Ev-ery day)

[personal profile] historyrabbit 2018-04-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"At this age?" Ha! We've got years to go, my friend, I'll get worse yet.

[Responds in kind as they reach the house and go in! Scene end.]
underachievement: i would pay a million dollars right now to make that movie (pacino)

[personal profile] underachievement 2018-04-10 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. She also can't believe it's not real Hell.

"Six foot, lanky. British accent if you hear him talk." She knows he can't pick up on the intensity of her stare but maybe his sort of skeevy super senses will notice the strain in the muscles around her eyes or something. "Don't get close enough to hear him talk. And I don't know, if you can get on the network," if he's got a device, if it works the same as everyone's or has already been tailored to his disability, "he's 'purple man.' Don't ask, not interesting." At least one person here will never be subjected to Kevin's awful taste. If she were blind, that would be compensation enough, forget all the kickpuncher stuff.
otrazhenie: (093)

cw: minor suicidal thoughts

[personal profile] otrazhenie 2018-04-10 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know. He can't tell, she hasn't given any hints, and it kills her inside. Her Damon had been the only reason she'd survived becoming a vampire; he'd helped her navigate the cravings, the emotions, the additional burden of the symbiote. Without him... she'd have found a way to walk into the sun a long time ago.

Having his arms wrapped around her makes things better, if only for a brief moment. She forgets just how messed up everything is, how alone she feels... until he pulls back to question her. And damn it, but she can't lie to him. ]


Because I asked him to. [ The words are tight and brittle around the edges, so very close to breaking. ] It was Matt or me and I couldn't bear to lose anyone else. So I died with your blood in my system.

[ In for a penny... ]
Edited 2018-04-10 21:55 (UTC)
paragon: (aou ☆ 011)

[personal profile] paragon 2018-04-10 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He knows all about keeping your voice steady when it seems like something inside of you is falling apart. This dream, this vision, whatever it is — it's a glimpse past that facade. This place is where none of that does any good. When she's able to see him again, any relief he's been allowed at not finding himself alone here is edged by sadness, because he can see he's only pulled her into his grief.

It's why he so often fails to share it. Bleeding on other people does no one any good.
]

You lost someone?

[ His mouth presses into a grim line, but his eyes are open and watching her. ]
paragon: (tws ☆ 089)

[personal profile] paragon 2018-04-11 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'll do my best.

[ It doesn't look like a photograph from his time, imperfections masked by graininess or yellowed and faded edges. It's just people, and children making noise, and the sun on his neck. Some of the stalls and rides around them are new, some are showing peeled paint and rust around the edges. Even the smells of sugar and exhaust and beach probably aren't that different, though he couldn't say for certain. He hasn't been back here since the ice.

He offers her his arm without forethought or regret.
]
Edited 2018-04-11 01:11 (UTC)
monomachy: wondie @ dw (it's not your fault)

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-04-11 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diana recognizes the look on his face. It's the same one she'd seen from Etta and the others after they'd made it back to London. She knows she's not the only person to lose somebody in the war, or even that she suffered more because of it. When it comes down to it, she had hardly known anything about Captain Steve Trevor outside his mission and tendency toward reckless heroism.

But somehow, that had been enough.

With that look on his face, she's able to more decisively separate the Steve she's dancing with from the Steve in her memories. It helps, even if only a little.]


I did.

[Perhaps it isn't so hard to say because she's in someone else's dream, someone she's never met and may never see again. Someone who won't give her that look every time she sees him.]

He died in the war. He didn't have to, but he did.

[The I couldn't save him is left out, a personal torture for herself. She still thinks she could have done it--destroyed the plane and defeated Ares. But that reckless heroism she had loved so much had won out over his faith and her, and wondering if he was right keeps her up sometimes.]
paragon: Captain Murderstab has been released on parole. (tws ☆ 058)

[personal profile] paragon 2018-04-13 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's the flash of another, more muted blue dress out of the corner of his eye, but when Steve looks it's gone. He doesn't need the reminder; or it's there because he already knows. It hadn't been until after the ice that he'd fully been able to understand what his sacrifice had done to Peggy — well, there hadn't exactly been time to comprehend it before he'd gone down, aside from a platitude about it being his choice thrown back in her face, maybe. But he's not sure he would've gotten it, given all the time in the world before being faced with her grief and guilt. She'd moved on, had a life, but in her less lucid moments when the past was as near for her as it was for him, he'd seen that his choice had been hers to bear.

He supposes he'd always thought that he was capable of giving a meaning to his death that his body before constantly threatened to render inconsequential. He'd always had an eye for the big picture. It had been his one comfort after waking up: he'd saved lives. Peggy's grief turned out to be greater than that small comfort, even if he couldn't and wouldn't take it back. She was still part of the world he'd left behind.
]

He must have thought you were worth it, [ he says quietly. ]
oorah: (☠︎039)

[personal profile] oorah 2018-04-13 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he nods. this is the reset room. his hand drops from the other man's so he can take it in, hoping it will jar logan's memory. ]

It's a dream, but it's also real. [ clears things up, right? ]
vdova: (248)

[personal profile] vdova 2018-04-14 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ She takes it without forethought, looking down at their intertwined limbs like she doesn't quite realize how they got that way. But she doesn't step away.

For her, it's all new — the smell of fried dough and sugar, the smoke and exhaust from the rides, even the salty air blowing in. There's no nostalgia associated with her small smile. It's the pure enjoyment of someone seeing something for the first time.

She pauses them briefly in front of one of the target shooting booths, slipping her arm out of them to walk up to it. Her eyes are glued to a large teddy bear sitting just off to the left of the carnie manning the game. ]
It's so cute!
danzan: all icons by <user name="danzan">. please don't take. (060)

[personal profile] danzan 2018-04-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't. Fortunately for Frank, Logan's not the type to dwell too long on the shit he doesn't get. ]

How do we wake up?
monomachy: buckybear @ ij (drops of jupiter)

[personal profile] monomachy 2018-04-15 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[For a few seconds, Diana just listens to the music. Somehow, it's less garish and grating than it had been moments ago. Perhaps it's because she's focused on Steve rather than the noise surrounding them. Or maybe it's just that all her senses have dulled a bit as she continues trying to focus on the man in front of her and not the one she'll only ever see in dreams.

It's a strange thing for him to say, she thinks, but he isn't quite wrong. Steve had done what he had to protect her--and, in turn, the rest of humanity. But how could she explain that to someone who hadn't been there? How could she tell someone that Steve had thought mankind would be better off with her than with him?

That seems somehow conceited and cruel, but she can't quite put her finger on why.

Instead, she settles on a fairly neutral answer. She doesn't notice the way her vision blurs from stifled tears.]


He must have.
paragon: your vote of confidence is overwhelming. (tws ☆ 016)

[personal profile] paragon 2018-04-15 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ "Win a prize for the pretty dame?" Steve's already looking askance at her, the smile on his lips a little indecipherable except maybe that he's perfectly aware she's capable of winning it for herself. Still, he lets them wander closer and pulls his arm from hers to reach into his pocket for the right change.

He can't pretend he doesn't enjoy hefting the plastic rifle against his shoulder, that he hadn't always wished he could do this instead of just watching and heckling Bucky, to have a girl to win something for.

He knocks down every successive target the carnie sets up for him, to the man's increasing surprise — well, he's just a kid, really, and doesn't seem too put out about it, either, merrily grabbing a pole to unhook the bear.
]

You can give it right to the pretty dame.
vdova: (sp-01846)

[personal profile] vdova 2018-04-15 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She watches him, a mixture of amusement and fondness, standing at his shoulder. Natasha is anything but surprised that he hits each target square in the center; she could have done it just as easily with comparable accuracy, but there's something in the air. Maybe it's the fact they're surrounded by other couples, children, families, everyone here to have a good time and forget about troubles (both theirs and the world's). It causes her to not say a word, her smile wide and happy as the carnie hands her the bear with a "Here you are, ma'am". He's back to barking at the others in the crowd as she steps away with Steve.

The bear is white, with a bright pink bowtie, and is just large enough that she has to carry it on her hip like it's a small child. ]


Thank you, [ she says, holding it out in front of her. ] I'll treasure him forever.

[ She pauses for a short time, and considers the bear. ] I think I'll name him Styopa.

[ And she reaches up and playfully bops Steve on the nose with it. ]
torridity: (here baby)

private

[personal profile] torridity 2018-04-15 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Last time I checked Caroline, humans don't eat blood.
persevere: (tvd616_0588)

private 5ever

[personal profile] persevere 2018-04-15 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
you're kidding, right? i haven't been human in almost three years.
torridity: (where there's no such thing as)

[personal profile] torridity 2018-04-15 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's clear he doesn't like anything he hears from her. ] He's always been an idiot. [ How could he let her die over Matt? Even if she told him to. ] Why did you have my blood in your system? [ This is a lot to take in and he's feeling a lot of ways, and he's not sure what they all are. He needs a drink, or five.

He watches her, silently urging more information out of her. He's been sure to make it clear that she could trust him, not to compel her when she was human, and now he's sharing that trust, hoping he can actually trust her to tell him the truth as well.
]

Why didn't I save you?

[ If Stef was busy with jock boy, what was Damon doing at the time? His brain races to try to figure out what had happened from the few details he already knows. Had his blood been his attempt at saving her? He hates feeling like this, not being the one to know things. Usually its him that's got a better view of the playing field than the others. ]
torridity: (my sanity's in short supply)

[personal profile] torridity 2018-04-15 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
what.
persevere: (caroline004)

[personal profile] persevere 2018-04-15 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh my god this is another weird timeline thing again, isn't it? In Damon's case, it's the worst kind of Caroline, because that means he's the even bigger asshole version of himself.

Sigh.]


apparently this place didn't suck enough already.

look, i got in a car accident and had internal bleeding. you healed me. then i died.

that was almost three years ago.