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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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What he's seen so far of this city isn't too bad. It might not be very lived in but the general upkeep is better. The people work hard to take care of their homes and buildings, bodies don't litter every street. Even children because there are no homes for them to go to in the slum Sector.
It's obvious that the teen wasn't expecting the more violent aspects of his life. Riley doesn't even need to know the other person well to identify the expression on his face. Nor is he surprised when the teen turns away. Even he has to turn away at the mere memory of it.]
Despicable, isn't it? That people like that exist in any world.
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[It takes every ounce of his self control to keep himself from getting ill... Especially when he can still hear it in the background.
Determinedly, he swallows, then looks to Riley, forcing his stomach to settle and his voice to be steady.]
Though, this is the first time anything of this nature has happened to me... Is this a memory of yours?
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[Unfortunately there is nothing Riley can do about the sound effects.]
I wish I could claim otherwise but it is. A year's worth of memories of many scenes like this one.
[At least the cannabilism is broken up by brief intermissions of less horrifying things.
A man pleads for his life and a voice that sounds similar to the person standing next to Akechi calls off a list of crimes - three counts of murder consisting of husband, wife and their two year old child. The man laughs hysterically, claiming innocence. But the nightmare-version of Riley cuts him off before motioning a fourteen year old girl forward.
She lifts a hand and the man crumples to the ground in the next instant. Riley tells the girl it's time to go but she grabs at his coat - expresses her concern for her older brother, telling him that he has to find someone soon too. He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, pats her head affectionately and promises that he will.]
Nothing says "getting to know someone" better than airing all of their sins.
[No excuses are made for what he's done, for what he's made his sister do.]
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But what he does do is tense at the way the other version of Riley gestures for that young girl to finish him off. It... isn't the same; there's clearly a level of attachment there, some understanding that though the situation is horrible, it's necessary. It isn't like how Shido made him—
...]
Looks like a fun time for everyone involved. [He responds with a flat tone. He doesn't know enough of the context to know what's going on here, whether the man was truly guilty of those sins or not... but he wonders what it says about him that he doesn't particularly care.
People die every day, fairly and unfairly, and no one gives a damn.]
How do we get out of here? [If his voice sounds cold, it's definitely not overcompensation...]
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Everything he did, he did for Fara. His reasons don't matter, nor does it matter that Riley no longer kills. It won't absolve him of his sins and he never asks to be.
A displeased snort.]
Oh yeah, fun. [So much sarcasm in his voice. It was like one long nightmare, more like. One he's gotten nearly free from but hasn't escaped entirely.
Just like now. A heavy sigh and Riley shifts his weight to the side.]
If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't still be here. It keeps repeating. Ending with a door and red dust before starting all over again.
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[The words are snarled out suddenly, teeth bared just so to show off his slightly sharpened canines. What the hell— he wasn't going to be trapped in some random idiot's personal nightmare...!
No, no, calm down, Akechi. Think rationally.]
You said there's a door. Even if it's locked, I'm sure it must be possible to knock it down.
[...to be trapped in a recurring nightmare for eternity— no. There must be some way out. Akechi won't accept anything else.]