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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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Bigger for me. I’m not usually good with nature.
I don’t know… An hour, maybe? It was boring.
[ She’s lying. It’s easier to lie in text. It wasn’t boring, it was sad and scary and lonely, but she doesn’t want to alarm him or tug at his heartstrings. Instead, she only pulls him closer to her by his jumpsuit. It’s an ugly piece of clothing on her, on him, but she likes to think that they’re both still smoking hot. Having Seth near to her is a comfort, one she hopes she won’t have to deal without again in this place.
She kisses him, lips lingering on his for a few seconds. She only pulls away when she feels the need to ask him something. ]
So, where are we supposed to be living? It had better not be some weird sisterwives situation.
[ Her lips curl into a kind of smirk that tells him that she’s joking since the tone of voice is absent. Of course, she has little idea of what the living situation is like in this place, how good or bad they’ll have it. She suspects they’ll be roughing it for at least a while. ]
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ur good with my nature[ He was teasing and Margo had herself to blame. There was only so much of seeing her happy, in her groove with magic, before it got a rise out of him. Seth was content just making out there in the open.
The jumpsuit they were in didn't dissuade his desire for her in the slightest. His dark eyes lingered after Margo pulled away. Seth couldn't focus on the question asked after the kiss. Fuck he mouthed silently then picked up his device once realizing she had asked him something.
Seth had to be careful that he didn't make a sound while writing up a message. ]
I think we were almost there b4 u pulled me here
they didnt tell u?
wherever its at, cant get there fast enough now
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I guess I wasn’t really paying attention. You know, right? I don’t really want to strike up conversation with one of THEM again. They creep me out.
[ She flinches at her own words. The locals have a way about them that remind her of townspeople in a horror movie. In a way, the two of them kind of were in a horror movie now, complete with hungry monsters ready to tear them apart. Funny how that worked out. She always thought they’d go Bonnie and Clyde style.
Her hand squeezes his and she nods back in the direction they’d come from. There had been houses that way. She suspects that’s where they’ll be living. ]
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His mind thought of all the different ways a person made sound on a regular basis. Maybe it was worse for Margo to have him with her. Then again, the way she spoke about the welcome wagon, Seth was glad to be at her side. He gave a nod. ]
i know what they saidwe can take a look
really want 2 get u naked
& stop typing on this shit but touch u instead
[ He gave Margo a devious smirk in jest. Seth was mostly teasing--never denying for a moment that he didn't appreciate her undressed, but also knowing their priorities should be getting a lay of the land and not just a lay. However, he was sick of fumbling on the device. This stint would definitely improve his texting capabilities. ]
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She leans against him as they walk, her body seeming to fit so naturally against his just like two puzzle pieces that complement each other perfectly. Her chest rises and falls silently as she lets out a noiseless sigh. It’s going to take some practice to do everything quietly, but so far she’s been doing great.
Eventually the houses come into view and Margo slows to a gradual stop. She pulls out her device to type. ]
Is it the one with the bay windows? Cute house.
[ She tilts her head up and smiles at Seth. They’ve been together for a while, now, but Margo never imagined them reaching the shopping-for-houses state. That all seemed a little domestic for the two of them. Yet, here they are, moving into a house, albeit one already occupied by other people. ]