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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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maybe legs is a better word...
Hell, even if I describe it to ya, it ain't gonna come across right. But it's all on the Bulletin Board. You wanna see it, you can watch that footage whenever ya want.
Best bring a strong stomach, though. It's got a lot of people dying.
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Great, a bloody movie.
[ Last time he saw a movie it was WCKD explaining how the world was ending and they'd been watching him and his friends suffer for years. ]
I figured when you said monsters. How long have you been here?
Name's Newt by the way.
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'Bout a month. There were two groups before yours, including mine. Before that, they tell me there was this lull when no one new arrived. But for obvious reasons, I can't really tell ya that for sure.
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Seen anything that says ya shouldn't trust them in the month you've been here?
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[ because LET HIM TELL YOU...... ]
As far as places go, there's this shady-ass theater in the middle of town that no one's supposed to go into where they might be hidin' dead bodies. There's at least one dude with mind control powers.
And at least some of the locals were lyin' to us, though I guess I can't blame 'em too hard since being completely damn terrified outta your mind of monsters kinda takes a toll on ya.
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Why would they be hiding dead bodies there? Ya sure they're dead?
[ Thomas said he'd seen bodies at WCKD that weren't alive or dead but being drained... ]
Mind control?
[ Now that's a new one, Newt thinks... Probably not. He wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't. ]
Lying to you about what?
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[ So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Newt!! Sure, everyone had thought that lady was dead, but then why the big secrecy dealing with her body? Why the constant guard? Something smelled fishy man...
Either way, Majima wasn't going to try and deal too many topics here at once. ]
How much they knew about the monsters and what happened -- which if you believe 'em now, ain't much. For what it's worth, they did seem pretty shocked about the footage. But that don't mean they're being straight with us now.
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Great.
[ Majima, you are stressing him out and he's not even the one that asks a million questions. Just wait until Thomas hears about all of this... ]
Has anyone tried to check? [ Because he sure as hell knows who will try if he finds out about it... ]
Ya don't trust them, then?
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[ Look he didn't make u ask those questions, Newt. He's just being real. ]
Good question. Do I trust 'em about that? No. But it ain't like I don't understand. If I was them, I wouldn't trust us, either.
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If they're lying about that who knows what else they're lying about.
[ Newt doesn't like it. Not one bit. ]
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[ A PIZZA PARTY!!!
No but really, he'll do whatever he can to avoid getting caught. ]
Anyway, what's the alternative? Layin' low, hoping they decide to tell us?
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[ This guy reminds him of Thomas more and more at least with his plans. ]
Laying low and figuring stuff out. They've got the upper hand here, yeah? I'm not saying wait until they tell us, but making a plan is better than just bugging running into things willy nilly. Especially if you get caught.
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[ look he's reasonable.... ish.
Even though what Majima really wanted was to punch some dudes. ]
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[ Newt will decide if he's reasonable or not!!!
Punching dudes isn't reasonable. ]
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You want that alchemist guy; look back on the network till ya find his username.
[ Punching dudes was like the most reasonable. Although Majima hadn't been doing much of it recently, which was sad :c ]