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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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Sorry. I'm just trying to help. [ maybe a little too often, maybe he takes on a little too much. but he can't help it. he feels responsible for everyone who gets dragged into this shitshow. he points out the doorway he came from, outside the reset rooms. ] Once you go through there, you can't make a sound. They're real, the monsters they told you about. Any noise, no matter how small, could get you or someone else here killed.
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[Sally looks out at the doorway, and the smile disappears. This is serious. This is real, but she isn't really sure what that means anymore. She presses her lips together, running a hand through her hair as she paces around a bit.] Good news, I've been there a few times. Bad news, I'm not a very quiet person. [She believes it, though. He seems honest enough, and the people who pulled her through the dust... They believe it.]
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You might get there a few more times, then. When you die here, you get reset. That means you wake up back here, in the room you just came from. You'll have some fun memory loss, too. [ but there's been rumblings; ruminations about getting reset too often. maybe one time all of you doesn't come back. and maybe you start to change -- maybe that's how the sound eaters were born. frank's not big on speculation, but he knows he's going to try harder not to get reset after going through that ordeal once (and for nothing, he might add.) ]
There are communal houses. If you can get into House 6, it's all been soundproofed. If you're not fast enough, I can help you. [ since these hands are the ones that soundproofed six anyway. ]
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She's still moving, even while he's talking. It's restlessness but it's also novelty. She can feel the muscles in her legs and the beat of her heart with each movement, and honestly? God, that's fucking amazing. She knows, she knows this is a very serious situation she's found herself in, but... Her legs are getting tired. It's great.] Nothing I can't handle. Not that death isn't, you know, a big deal. It is. Don't die, is my advice. But... [A shrug. She's not afraid of it. She's not afraid of dying. Not anymore. It'll suck, yeah, but she gets to come back in a body again. And not a body that's bound to a witch. Her soul isn't in danger of getting eaten.
Finally, Sally stops pacing and faces him again.] Are you some kind of leader around here?
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There was a vote... [ and the guy who doesn't believe in democracy in any context had won, go figure. he swallows. while his motives may not be purely altruistic all the time, he knows he's made a difference here. he knows he wants to go on doing so. ] It doesn't matter, alright? I've been here two months, and I know my way around this hellhole. So if you need anything, you come to me. [ that sounded nicer in his head ]
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Ah.
She hit a chord. Her eyebrows raise.] So you are one. [Cool. She rolls with it because, honestly? A guy who was voted by the population and also still sits around waiting for people to crawl out of the ground to help them out? That's a good one. Even if he's a little rough around the edges.] Kinda sounds like an order, sir. [A mock salute.] You need to work on your PR skills. I'm Sally, by the way.
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I don't give orders anymore, Sally. You can call me Hotdog. [ it doesn't seem like a joke, even if it may have started out as one. that already feels like so long ago, and he's become attached to his psuedonym here honestly. ]
If you wanna come up with a better way to say: Welcome to your worst nightmare, though. Be my fuckin' guest.
have i mentioned how sorry i am for her?
Hot...dog? Seriously? Did your parents give you that name? [She... I mean, he's old enough to have hippie parents, right? But how long have hotdogs been around? She just can't wrap her mind around someone giving anyone that name on purpose, but she's definitely heard and seen weirder things. Maybe?] Oh man, not that I'm insulting your parents. Or your name. It's just very, uh, unconventional? [She presses her lips together, hoping that's going to stop the flow of nonsense words coming out of her mouth.]
Hey, don't tempt me. I might actually.
wow don't ever be sorry she's flawless
What's wrong with Hotdog? It's a strong name where I'm from -- reserved for warriors.
[ he narrows his eyes like this is all still very serious. ] Alright, let's hear your best shot.
i think you spelled hopeless wrong
Mostly it just makes me really hungry, but don't let me judge your warrior name or anything. [She is. She totally is.
That's a lot of pressure, Hotdog! The serious look is met with a flat gaze, her head tilting to the side a bit.] First off, I just arrived, and I'm still really dizzy from - everything.
i am a notoriously terrible speller S O r R y
Raincheck, then. [ he hesitates before taking off, since she seems the type to always have something to say. he'll stick around for the encore, okay, just because he's a nice guy. ]