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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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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's patient, and doesn't really have anything to do here yet. So she can stand and wait. There's no pushing, and no attempts to get closer. The poor girl is trembling like crazy, and that makes her want to move in to try and scoop her up and get her to safety. But the fact is that wouldn't help things here. Whatever she's been through, Clara just charging in and grabbing would only make things worse.

It takes some work to pull out her device and type one handed, but she manages. Her movements are slow, not wanting to startle the girl any more than she already is.
]

My name is Clara. I'm a teacher in my world.
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[personal profile] culver 2018-03-01 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clara's calm demeanor and the way she doesn't further urge Nill to leave the semi-safety of the threshold puts the girl at ease. She focuses on her breathing for a moment, trying to get it to a regular pace, before stepping almost all the way out on to the sandy path. It takes a moment for her to realize that Clara is sending her a message, and she fumbles around with the device in her hands. She remembers the natives telling her she would see text on it, and she slowly reads the sentences.

Clara. A teacher. Those things sound... nice together.

She looks from the device to Clara's face, and her cheeks go a little pink. It takes her a moment of fidgeting with the 'berry before she finds the text function. But eventually she does, and carefully types out her name.]


nill
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nill. Clara sees it and gives a little nod, followed by a thumbs up. She's not sure if the girl will know what it means, but it's a good visual gesture to show that she's following along.

Her eyes go to those wings that are peeking out over Nill's shoulders, and she wonders if she's from a version of Earth or some other planet entirely. It doesn't seem like the type of question to ask now, so she just smiles and keeps her distance while they talk.
]

Well then, Nill, I found a place we could get some food and water. I don't want to go alone though. Would you mind keeping me company?
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[personal profile] culver 2018-03-02 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Nill recognizes the offer as a way to get her to come out from her hiding spot, but she doesn't resent that. Especially not after her stomach twists at the mention of food. She is pretty hungry, and she's already decided that Clara probably isn't going to hurt her.

So she nods, finally emerging fully into the alley. The sand shifts beneath her shoes and she twists her feet a bit into it, liking the way it feels. The blonde offers Clara another smile, one a little more open than before, and nods again. Lead the way.]