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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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Dyluck | Secret of Mana | CW: impending suicide
[The illuminated, hard, metal floors, the walls, all humming in energy hot enough to raise the hairs on the nape of one's neck. It hints at something far more advanced than it should be, given the four people wearing (to most, odd) traditional clothes of vibrant colors, compared to Dyluck's silver armor. Dyluck is standing, eyes empty, body unmoving, next to a young-looking man with long pink hair, wearing a skull mask. The woman of the trio group at the doorway before them, with delicately pointed ears, long blond hair, and a pink dress, shouts, but the sound is garbled almost beyond comprehension.
[She calls his name, and that he hears: Dyluck.
[The young man with a sword and a bandanna doesn't say much, nor does the short person with feathers in their long, red hair. They are alright with letting the woman lead this encounter, in all her anger and desperation.
[The man with the mask, shakily, lurches for the unmoving Dyluck, muttering about needing a vessel, as his body starts to crumble apart.
[Dyluck himself closes his eyes, shakes his head, and shivers. It wasn't long ago that this memory occurred. His stomach roils unpleasantly. He knows what happens. He can still recall the pain so acutely, to mindi body and soul.]
"Dyluck! You can't let him do this! Resist him!!"
[The young woman pulls the unmoving Dyluck aside, and strikes out at the masked man with one of her knuckledusters, undaunted and desperate.
[Hearing the masked man groan in pain as his body falls apart even more rapidly, the Dyluck not of the memory looks up, and finds himself staring with regret at the woman defending the motionless him.
[He can't bring himself to say a word; he knows that in memories is the only way he can ever see her.]
Wildcard
(or do anything else. <3)
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[ Hyuse's voice and expression were both cool; if he was moved by the memories unfolding in front of him, he didn't show it. ]
Don't you want to leave this dream? It doesn't seem like a particularly pleasant one.
[ Aside from the short horns curling out from behind his ears, Hyuse looked like a perfectly ordinary human teenager. Maybe a little on the skinny side. ]
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Ah, yes and no. It's not pleasant at all, but.. Primm is there. The girl.
I know this is only a dream. Only a memory, but her voice is clear, and... it's the only way I can hear her now.
[A soft, shy smile curls his lips, though he flinches as the person in the skull mask groans and collapses. Ah, at this point, he... It was painful from his own perspective. To see it from an outside perspective again... it hurts.]
...Okay, now we should go. It only gets worse from here. It's not worth it to see the rest.
[Turning around, Dyluck attempted to walk away from the display. From Primm's despaired voice desperately trying to reach out to him.
[But for some reason, the voices weren't getting any quieter.]