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quietplacememes2018-02-28 08:56 pm
bequiet) wrote in 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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un:bigbad
Or get your housemates killed
that could be fun too
welp i'm sorry
fuck off back 2 ur basement u social abortion
[ #1980strashtalk a summer of hanging around richie tozier sure gives someone a creative use of vocabulary. ]
are you tho
social abortion huh
That wounds me, pet. Real deep too.
I was just tryin to be a good Samaritan
sort....of
u told me to gag myself or get all my friends killed
[ she was here, she read those words. ]
wow
We be quiet or those sound doofers eat us. if you believe what They say
no subject
yeah i was looking 4 advice
ur about as helpful as that guy who told me not 2 sleep at all
[ although... ]
do u not believe them?
no subject
[ oh wait he can't storm out of this convo wtf bev reelin him back in with MONSTER TALK ]
I was with em up until they said there was no way to kill the buggers. every demon's got a weak spot we just gotta find theirsand then make with the violence
no subject
hi
[ finally, enough weird speechisms all in a chain that it clicks for her she's talking to her v first internet troll. billy idol, why is your username something from little red riding hood? ]
yeah well
how do you do that besides trial + error?
and research but like u said they probably already did all of it
no subject
[ look who figured it out too. who else could molly ringwald be?? come on now ]
I'm not above trial and error myself
at least I could finally make some bleedin noise [ he's already so bored ]
no subject
[ she could be a person with serious mental problems! instead of... well, exactly that, but not a stranger, so that makes it fine. ]
u can't just let them kill u
i mean how do u learn from that?
[ LEST YOU THINK she was upset at the idea of him dying on principle alone. they come back, right? it's whatever. ]
no subject
[ his first ever serious ask here. enjoy. ]
I'll bring someone along with me to watch me eat it. That'll be plenty educational :)
no subject
they're already worried about that
[ do you want people to think you're some kind of rude lunatic? well, the jury may still be out on that one, but we're still living in a society! ]
that sounds like a nightmare
good plan a+