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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.
OOC
From your mods:
Please remember to mark your content in your starters or subject lines as material comes up. The threads on this meme can be used as game canon. Feel free to thread out arrival style meetings as well! If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment below. Have fun!
Arrival
He hangs back in the crowd of arrivals, greeters and gawkers, not stepping up just yet. Very shortly a message will be popping up on Steve's device.]
CallingIt: Math question for you. If you're here. And I'm here. Who's protecting our version of Earth?
[Tony's not feeling so comfy about this arrangement.]
no subject
[The answer is automatic. Of course he's thought of this. How many times as he nearly gotten himself killed for the cause? His username is troubleman fyi since Tony isn't the only one with in-jokes and references these days.]
no subject
It’s nice to hear the familiar man in charge words, always calm and sane. But this isn’t an year ago and Tony can’t just roll with it like old times.]
Rhodes? Really? This is just typical you. Of course he can handle it. [And here’s typical Tony, being contradictory to a single, perfected, assholish fault.] He’s still in physical therapy, since you haven’t been keeping in touch. Kind of hard to watch Vision’s back from a bed.
And F.R.I.D.A.Y. is here with me.
[Which is probably what kills him most of all. Without F.R.I.D.A.Y. there’s no way Rhodes will be able to run most of Tony’s tech.]
no subject
I have no idea what you're talking about. Since when has Lt. Col. Rhodes been in physical therapy? Who is Vision? Or F.R.I.D.A.Y.?
I get you think it's hilarious to pick on the guy who woke up in the future, but you can't just make stuff up and pretend I should know it.
no subject
F.R.I.D.A.Y. head scan. Make sure there’s no permanent brain damage from passing through the portal. [A blue light emits from the glasses frames Tony’s wearing to wash over Seve’s face. That’s always not...disconcerting. Sure. Yeah.] Since when have you been referring to him as Lt. Col.? I thought we broke you out of that habit. And Vision? His feelings are going to be hurt. Next you’ll say you don’t remember Wanda.
no subject
He catches some words, but follows the translation from FRIDAY a little more easily.] I don't remember Wanda. Where's JARVIS? No offense, but the guy is better at explanations.
Lemeeeee know if this isn’t cool!!
[The blue light extends to flash a line down Steve’s body and a red text appears just for Tony on his glasses. No evident brain damage, but boss— several of the recorded healed fractures and breaks from Captain Rogers are missing.
What are you saying F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Tony doesn’t have to move his hands to ask. Subvocalizing to F.R.I.D.A.Y. is more effort, but also private.
Dental records match Steve Rogers. But this is the body of a Steve Rogers who never fought the Battle of Sokovia.
And just like that Tony’s eyes flick up to meet those of the blond man in front of him. Steve? Or “Steve”?]
Okay. Let’s start the explanations. You first. Who are you really?
you're fine. i know even in the mcu tony knows too much about steve lol
Captain Steven Grant Rogers. Serial number 54985870. You've officially stopped being funny. Just stop it, alright? We have serious problems here. Can we skip the games for once? Please?
Haha upside F.R.I.D.A.Y. probably has Steve's music library
And, well. Tony's been tricked before.
Slowly he begins to walk around the man in front of him, the adrenaline of being on edge making it hard to stay still. Tony is far too acutely aware that he doesn't have any suits here. That he's been spending all his time trying to build tools and batteries, not weapons.]
The last time I saw Steve Rogers was in an HYDRA facility in Siberia.
[He moves his hand through the air as if releasing several somethings unseen to the eye and several “screens” showing footage of a dark facility appear. Himself, Steve and Bucky walking through it. The cryostasis pods of the other winter soldiers. Parts of the fight afterwards from the perspective of Tony and CCTV footage taken from the repowered facility.
No sound. But then again. Is it necessary? The shaking footage as Steve's fist repeatedly slams into the camera is self-evident enough.]
If we had a reunion it sure as sugar wouldn't be this cookie cutter. If someone's playing games I'd like to know. Because I can't figure out what anyone would gain by impersonating Steve Rogers in a bad end, game over version of Reims on an Earth where he probably never existed. Either you're pretending to be Rogers and we have a problem.
Or you are Rogers and we have a bigger problem.