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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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She should stop staring at her own blood, but the crack is almost deafening. You'd think that after seeing it so many times, the pain of it wears off.]
I reaped him. I mean, I thought it was like, an actual reaper who did it. He was killed in prison, and then I just [She mimes shoving her hands into basically something and rips it apart.] sent him straight to Limbo.
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She really should stop staring at the blood, because Erik's eyebrows are doing some gymnastics based on her answer. ]
Sooo...he killed you, he goes to prison for it? He gets his ass got, and you...ripped his soul and threw it in Limbo?
[ Just. Making sure. He's got all the salient points there. ]
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[When she does look away finally, she laughs. Straight up laughs at the way his eyebrows are practically leaping over each other. Okay, maybe she should be slightly less candid about everything. She's never had any reason to really hide any of it. Then again, she's never been in a situation like this before either.]
He didn't go to prison right away, but yeah. That's pretty much it. [She shrugs.] Uh, he came looking for me because he thought he was all big and badass. "Oh I'm Danny, and I'm a better ghost than you, I'm coming to haunt you." [It's an incredibly bad impression.]
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That's pretty common where you're from, then? The reaping and ghosts and shit?
[ How the fuck do you haunt another ghost, Erik wants to know, but maybe, on second thought? He doesn't want to know right this very second. ]
Sounds like he got what was coming.
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She's quiet for a second, thinking over his questions. For her, it is. But she knows very well that she's... different. A fucking anomaly in the world. She also knows that she doesn't know every ghost, every potential reaper that could be out there.] Ghosts are, yeah. A lot of people don't get their doors for a lot of different reasons. Or they miss their doors, never move on. I don't know how common reaping is? But it's not exactly an unknown.
[You follow them around, Erik. Except they can see you and touch you and it's really fucking annoying.]
Some people are redeemable, and some people deserve to be in Limbo.
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Is that something that you can still do?
[ How fucking dangerous are you, woman? He also wonders if Limbo is Hell and if this is Limbo for him, then, but that's getting too personal. Instead he just tilts his head and shrugs a little. ]
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Oh. Excellent question. She scratches the back of her head, carefully averting her gaze from the scene of her death as she thinks that one over. As a zombie, she could still see ghosts, but she never really tried to shred them. She knows how to disperse them, though.]
Probably not? Like I guess we could somehow find a ghost, and I could see if I could shove my hands through them, but since this body is so very much alive... [She chews her lip for a second before perking up.] I might still be able to do magic.
[The danger is just in Sally being herself. Run away. Far away.]
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At magic, his eyebrows are up and arched again. ]
What kind of magic?
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