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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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His own voice lowers to a whisper loud enough for Mike to hear. The last thing he could really handle right now is getting a kid killed. ] Alright, Mike. Name's Newt... [ He tries to offer a halfhearted smile, but it... really isn't all that reassuring. ]
C'mon. [ He reaches a hand out again, but this time to his back to try to guide him. He'll keep his pace a bit slower so the kid doesn't expend all his energy first but they're going to have to run again. ] Science, yeah? So you're one of the smart ones. I always liked science and math. [ Newt tries to lighten the mood, in the Glade they always let the greenbeans settle in before scaring them too badly... He doesn't have time for that. ] Something else. Ya don't really wanna know what that was. But you're brave and if you stick to me, I can get you out of here.
[ If there's someone else in his dream, even if they're not real... they aren't real, right? He still wants to save them. He guides Mike towards the more silent passageway. Left. ]
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I'm definitely smarter than I am sporty, that's for sure. [ He shrugs his shoulders like he doesn't care - science is cool, at least to him. He nods at Newt when he says to stay close, not that he has any other choice (well, he could try to navigate the maze alone, but he doesn't have a death wish). He has plenty of bravery in him, perhaps a little too much that gets him into dangerous situations sometimes, but he always follows his heart. ]
You seem to know where you're going. [ He notices as Newt leads the way with purpose. ]
welp mike now you know what hell looks like
He already likes the boy. Newt was never one to get along with the Builders, the ones that didn't have much going on up top. But it is a problem that he's not athletic, the Maze requires a lot of running. Either way, he's glad to distract the boy for as long as he can. ]
I've been here before. [ He mumbles as he walks. His dark eyes scan over the walls, some covered in ivy, some not. It's easy to tell that he doesn't want to be here. ] A few times. [ More than a few, but he doesn't want to think about that. ] Wait, [ He stops them halfway towards the next passageway. Eyes narrow, and he tilts his head like he's listening for something. ] Ya hear that? [ He listens a little harder, hearing the familiar clank, clank, clank. It sounds like its coming up ahead of them from one of the branches off their path, heading their way.
He needs to go that way, unless they take the long way around. He glances back to the way they came, then back down to his new friend. The clanking is getting closer, and Newt decides they're going the long way. ] We've got to run again. [ His words are punctuated by a rather ugly looking creature appearing at the end of the passage. A hand is grabbing at Mike again and yanking him back the other way, this time, the thing is following after. This becomes an increasingly worse problem when Newt leads them down another path, and a shrill screech sounds ahead of them, followed by another throaty sound that can only be the result of raw or ruined vocal chords. ] Shit! [ They don't really have time to stop, and Newt keeps running towards the Cranks up ahead, that are definitely now running towards them as well. ]
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Again? [ He's still recovering from the last run - and then suddenly the source of the noises is there, admittedly a distance away, but not far away enough for Mike to see how damn ugly and scary it looks. There's no time for him to stare in horror, Newt is tugging him into action. Maybe they'll manage to lose the monster and get away again...
Or maybe there will be entirely different monsters coming from the other direction, trapping them, and while Newt seems to think running towards the Cranks is the better option (or maybe Newt knows where the Cranks are coming from is the way out), both directions seem like they'll equal death to Mike.
Dustin is usually the one who curses like a sailor, but in a situation like this one - ] Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!
[ It's like running into a pack of wild dogs - Mike tries his best to dodge and avoid them, but he's an easy target and inevitably one gets him on the ground. With the Crank on top of him, he tries to keep its face at arm's length, its teeth threatening to take a bite out of him. ] Keep running, Newt! [ The last thing Mike wants is Newt to endanger his life rescuing him. Mike obviously isn't cut out for this; he's more or less dead. Newt needs to save himself as far as Mike is concerned. ]
im so sorry this got lost in my inbox weeps
There's no hesitation as he scrambles backwards, over Mike, to grab him and yank him back up to his feet. It'd only be seconds before the two were done trying to untangle from each other, and the others that they'd barreled past to get them. He doesn't have much of a chance to check if Mike is alright because on top of all the horrific noises the Cranks are making - the clanking of the clanging of the Griever running is getting closer.
Holy fuck does his leg hurt, but there's no time to think about anything. He grabs Mike's wrist, yanking him along. ] C'mon! [ The word is wheezed out, and he doesn't give the boy a chance to react, simply dragging him along in a full on sprint. He's not sure how far he's run but Newt's lungs are burning by the time his leg gives out beneath him, causing him to collapse and tumble, dragging Mike down with him.
He tries to keep his breathing quiet, scrambling back against one of the walls before he glances around in alarm, hoping that the Griever and the Cranks were distracted with each other. He's seen Cranks look for people, they don't give up easily, and they'll probably be on them again soon, but for now he needs to make sure they're both okay. ] Are you alright? [ The words are breathed out, barely audible. ]