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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



morphogenia: (it's their fault!)

settling in;

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-03-02 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Truth be told, Kamala felt sorry for him. She remembers basically begging people to stay at her current place. She was about to tap him so she can properly invite him inside until she sees the message. She loses her temper predictably once the weirdo teenager hanging around wakes him up.]

I'm not going to touch you, you weirdo! >( I was going to ask if you wanted to come inside, but nvm bc you're clearly a crazy person who wants to rip off limbs!! So get off our porch!!!! >((((
lovesbitch: as fairly rank'd (☾198)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-02 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ her presence wakes him up long before his screen is lighting up with her rant. jesus christ. he thought he was the angry one. spike sits up in a hurry, holding out a hand like stop right there before snapping up his device to read all that garbage. she immediately reminds him of dawn, and he heaves a deep, silent sigh in her direction. ]

Not gonna rip anyone's limbs off willy-nilly like. Only if they deserve it. [ he smiles even if it comes out more as a grimace. he looks at her again like, anything else?? ]
Edited 2018-03-02 02:11 (UTC)
morphogenia: (unfair adults are always)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-03-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Kamala somehow has mastered the art of silently huffing at people. She still has a few rants left in her.] What makes you think you can judge that?? That's a serious threat!
lovesbitch: whose unwished yoke (☾ 160)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
if it were a serious threat you'd be at least armless by now. COME ON [ chill tiny girl he's so not having this ]
morphogenia: (Surely more than grown ups)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-03-03 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[UGH HE'S RIGHT. That's annoying.] Fine, but maybe your first impression shouldn't be threats!
lovesbitch: in shady cloister mew'd (☾ 138)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-03 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he sits up properly, knees drawn up a bit so he can type against them. ]

alright alRIGHT I admit maybe the limb ripping was a little much. just wanted to be left alone is all. [ no it isn't spike you wanted attention just like you always do ]
morphogenia: (All the kids said)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-03-03 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kamala glares a moment before relenting. Okay that makes a lot of sense. But, wait...] OH SORRY. I should leave you alone, huh? If you want something to eat or drink, let me know. I'm probably going be be eating soon.

[She's just gonna excuse herself now.]
lovesbitch: and lysander yield (☾ 180)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-04 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ wait no tiny child. w a it ] did you say food
morphogenia: (just for us two)

[personal profile] morphogenia 2018-03-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah! We don't let each other starve here. Are you hungry?
lovesbitch: in himself he is (☾ 105)

[personal profile] lovesbitch 2018-03-04 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is hungry, but she can't help him with that. and human food sounds nice, like a comfort he doesn't deserve. cold cow blood from a bag is about the best he could hope for, and even that seems more than unlikely. ]

I'm a bit peckish yea What've you got

[ belatedly, he almost feels bad for wanting to eat something an actual human could subsist off of, but. that seems like too much effort just now anyway. ]