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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.

OOC
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NAVIGATION



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arrival

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-01 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Clara turns around to face the person coming up to the reset room, she's met with the face of a very stern looking teenager, eyes set in a contemplative line at the woman walking up to her with purpose. Arya isn't in the least bit intimidated, but is curious what it is Clara intends to do when she reaches her.

Arya's is no longer dressed in one of those atrocious jumpsuits, rather she's sporting her returned leather light armor, Valyrian steel blade and sword sheathed in her belt. She feels like herself again. She's been coming by the reset every so often when she sees new arrivals, just to see if it is anyone she knows. Ever since the natives have told her that those who've died might come back here, she's wondered...

But then the woman is there. Right in front of her, staring expectantly. Arya's eyebrow simply quirks in challenge.]
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-02 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[In this case, Clara's hands are on her hips because she's a little surprised to see such a familiar face. There's something that's just a little off about it though, a look in the eye that doesn't remind her of Ashildr. It must be her, though. Dressed the way she is, same age and height...

Eventually she smiles and gives up that bossy position. The urge to just openly talk is strong, but she won't risk someone else's life here. Which means she has to suffer through texting.
]

Ashildr? I didn't think I'd ever see you again. But look at you, you look so...stabby.

[Yeah, she sees that sword there kid.]
list_maker: (preparing for a fight)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-02 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[No matter how much she's trained, sometimes she can't hide her surprise when met with the wholly unexpected. Like when she'd learned Jon was alive and the King in the North. And now, when some stranger comes to her, speaking as though they were friends. The confusion on her face is clear. Pulling out her device she answers, still frowning.]

I don't know you.
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-02 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes narrow a little as she gets a second look. Timelines are crazy things, so it's probably better to just drop it. Except she wants to either know she's right,
or learn who she is if not the viking that she and the Doctor worked so hard to save.
]

You look identical to a girl I know. Your name isn't Ashildr?
list_maker: (preparing for a fight)

[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-02 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[A soft shake of her head. But that is interesting. Someone with her face. Walking around...]My name is Arya Stark.

What's your name?
bossily: (smile)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Clara Oswald. Where are you from, Arya?

[She smiles and offers her hand for a shake after her message is sent. This girl may not be Ashildr, but the resemblance is so close that Clara finds herself wanting to befriend and help her all the same.]
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[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-03 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Westeros. Specifically Winterfell in the north. I don't expect you've heard of it. No one here has yet. [She's gotten used to it by now. Saying where she's from only to be met by blank stares. She does wish that someone from her world might show up here, so long as it's not any number of people she'd rather see dead than stuck here with her.]
bossily: (phone)

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-09 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clara gives a little shrug of her shoulders and a nod to confirm that yeah, she's never heard of it. ]

Well maybe I'll see it someday. Have you been in this world long?
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[personal profile] list_maker 2018-03-10 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
A little under a month. [And even that has been too long. She's a caged wolf and she's getting antsy.]