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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
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What the hell is Angus doing here?
He makes his way over to him, hurrying toward the familiar face and familiar voice-- even if it's, uh, Angus, having somebody he knows he can trust here is honestly a huge relief. Taako is clad in a vividly crimson red jumpsuit, a color he just thinks somehow seems to suit him... for reasons that Angus now knows, and Taako does not.]
Hey-- hey, hey, little man, looks like they got you, too, huh?
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Taako! You're here!
[he's not alone! He's got his very best friend here with him! That's all that matters really! Finally, he looks up at Taako, adjusts his glasses, and gives a little awkward cough at how he'd just acted.]
"They" did get me too, Sir! However, I'm not quite sure who "They" are! Do you have any ideas?
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... though he does, after a beat, lightly put his hands on Angus's shoulders. That's the closest to a return hug you're getting for now.]
Uh, hey there, Angus. I mean-- you probably know more than I do, since that seems to kind of... be the trend just in general, uh...
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Oh! Well, apparently we've arrived here, some magical way. The people in the red jumpsuits - um, the other people, who I think have always been here - have said that this room is mysterious! And they don't know how it works!
Also there's monsters here, Sir! Monsters who hate noise, I think, because we have to be quiet. Did you get one of these yet? [he holds up his device.] Because we have to use these to talk once we leave this room! Otherwise, I think we'll die!
[Angus frowns, VERY put-upon. Life was coming up Ango! He's at Lucas's academy, studying magic, and his grades are fantastic. He and his friends saved the world, which is a pretty good high to coast on, and he's not even a teenager yet!]
Hey, this place is bullshit!
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Yeah, uh, no kidding, huh? So... what's so special about this room? Why can we make noise in here and nowhere else? Can the monsters not get in here?
[Taako might not be an inherently curious detective type like Angus, but he wants to know the rules of these monsters damn well before he wanders outside into them.]
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I don't know! But I am going to work on figuring all of this out!
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[He folds his arms, clearly pissed the fuck off at the natives for taking THAT, if nothing else.]
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Do you mean your... [he shakes his head.] Sir, your umbrastaff broke, remember?
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[Not that he'd be shocked, given the lack of respect they've shown for personal belongings!!!!!!]
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...yes, my mistake. They must have just taken... it...