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quietplacememes2018-04-01 07:45 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacememes2018-04-01 07:45 pm
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TDM #004
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. The bulletin board feed lights up so you can read about the history. 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.
Take a peep
Content Warnings: Possible animal-thing death
Themes: Slice of life, it's like gremlins... kinda
On the first of April, small piles of dust with brightly colored eggs at the center will spring up over night. After a few hours the eggs will begin to hatch and out will come the smallest and brightest bunny-like creatures (the only notable differences from regular bunnies are the colors, size, and that they make no noise). They're friendly and immediately attach themselves (bond) to the first person to pick them up. One of the natives calls them "peeps" because they don't make a sound. All with unique personalities, the creatures can be found nibbling on the dust and needing no other form of food, and will shy away from any and all water sources.
If, however, any of them get wet - there will be a sudden and brief rain shower at noon - the creatures fur will turn black and they will begin attacking the others that didn't get wet. Stopping them is key, and the black creatures will either dash away from the community if given the chance or will need to be stopped.
OOC: All characters can keep a Peep! Any color! They are palm-sized and never grow larger than an adult hand.
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(Eddie exhales with some frustration at Richie's last text, rubbing at his temple. Okay. Great. This conversation again.)
No I'm really not. YOU know an Eddie that was but I'm not that Eddie. We remember shit differently too. Trust me I've been through this song and dance before.
No. but that dude is awesome just so you know. he's a good guy. (Yes, actually, but that's not important.)
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This is fucked up Eddie. Let's go someplace and fucking talk or something. Can we do that?
[He can be patient. Patient patient patient. So patient.]
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Yes. My house is completely soundproof. Here, ride back.
(Eddie grabs his bike and climbs on, rocking his feet against the ground and glancing over at Richie for him to get onto the pegs on the back wheel. It was for the best anyway. There was way too much ground to cover.)
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He grip's the other boy's shoulders as he hoists himself up on the pegs. Up we go.
Beats walking. Balancing is weird, but it beats walking.]
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His thoughts were going a mile a minute. No one wrote instruction manuals for these things. He zones out entirely until they arrive at the house, and then he slows down. He climbs off and sets his bike down quietly.
Then he's rushing inside the house, which seems normal enough outside and inside. Eddie doesn't stop walking. He heads straight for his bedroom. He didn't need someone walking in on this shit fest of an explanation. Except something occurs to him again just as he's about to open up his bedroom door. He spins around to look at Richie.)
...You remembered me. So I take it your memories didn't start going yet. Or wait- can you still remember who all are friends are? What they look like?
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But then Eddie starts asking him these odd questions.]
What? Memories start going...?
[This is so weird this is so weird what the fuck is going on?]
What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I remember everyone! Bill's got that weird combover, Ben looks like he's been shish kabobed, Bev looks like Molly Ringwald... Do you want me to go on?
[He's practically flailing at this point. He wants answers and all he's getting is more questions.]
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(Sorry, Rich, bud. Eddie really can't even blame him for flipping a little. He'd be flipping ten times worse. Eddie opens up his door and steps into his room. At a glance, it seems pretty normal. A bed that wasn't made, clothes scattered around. There were a bunch of potted flowers stacked around the window. Some bottles of what looked like lemonade sat on the floor, though one had a solid 'H' painted on the glass.
There was also an ipod next to a portable speaker sitting on his bed. Probably the weirdest thing to look at in the room.
But then there was the wall behind Eddie's bed which took the cake on fucking weird. Eddie shuts the door and locks it, not wanting anyone to come in.)
Bev's here, by the way. Bill was too. He was with us for a while, with you and me I mean, but he's gone now. This place brings people in and spits them out all the time. Don't ask how- cause I don't have a fucking clue. That's just how it goes. And apparently, we all realized that when we're away from Derry for a while, we start forgetting about each other and the summer. So we started recording everything important about Derry. And...and stuff. (Eddie was talking a mile a minute, gesturing behind him at the wall. Though there were unfamiliar things on it, new things, but ...Lord. That was for another time.)
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What... why... why would...
[He turns back to Eddie and gestures at him as if to say 'slow down, hang on.']
You're saying I was here before, fucking chilled on a space station, teleported out like in fucking Star Trek, and now I'm back and can't remember jack shit?
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Yeah I still don’t know what Star Trek is. We never got to watching it. But yeah. I guess not. You would definitely have acted differently when we saw each other.
(Eddie chews at the inside of his cheek, not sure how much he should say. His hands rest on his hips and well, there was that too. No broken arm on Eddie.)
You uh. You kind of died here. And then vanished a couple weeks later. Maybe that’s why you don’t remember. (His voice is quieter on saying this and now his slightly desperate greeting might have made a teensy more sense. Eddie glances over at the wall, chewing on his lip.)
Plus. We weren’t talking too much anymore. So...I don’t know. I told you it was doubly weirder than summer.
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The lack of a cast on Eddie's arm adds authenticity to his statement about being from the '50s. That, or Eddie was simply taken from an earlier point in time, but he seemed to know about their blood oath, so that wouldn't make sense. But whatever. He can figure out this time jumble shit later.]
So you think I don't remember things because I fucking died— [A pause for emphasis on how nuts this is all sounding.] —and we weren't getting along after I came back. And then I just left and am back without memory of any of this shit?
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(He gestures all around him to indicate the entire silent world bullshit they got sucked into.)
Yeah I don’t know. You were kind of not talking to me as much. That was before you died too. Yeah, so. Welcome back I guess. Don’t be shocked if people already know you here.
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Fuck. Fine.
[He looks around the room for a few moments. Guess he'd better get used to strangers approaching him like they were all buddies or something. But there's one question that's nagging at him now:]
Why wasn't I talking to you?
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Yeah, if I knew that I’m pretty sure we would have bothered trying to sort our shit out.
(He had an idea of what it could be, but like hell he was about to tamper with that. Instead, he goes with changing the topic.)
It’s not so bad here. Shitty but I still prefer it to home. Some of the adults seem to actually give a shit.
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Yeah, everything's fucking sunshine and roses here. Why weren't we talking? Did something happen?
[Is it something he should be worrying about happening again? He's actually found a friend here and doesn't exactly want to lose him again.]
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Listen. I don't know. I don't have any problems with you. (Obviously. Richie, and Bill, had been his best friends since he was just a tiny kid. Annoying as all fuck as Richie might be, Eddie wasn't exactly looking to ditch him as a friend anytime soon.)
We like. Talked sometimes, and it would seem okay when we did, but then it'd get awkward? And then I wouldn't see you for a while. It started when we showed up here two months back. It's not like we had a fight or whatever. (Kind of actually really hard to get into a serious fight with someone you naturally bickered with. Kind of diffused things from ever getting too big.) Some weird shit happened around here, and maybe it wigged you out. I don't know.
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So it was me who stopped talking to you?
[Why does this bother him so much? He's lost in a world with sound-sniffing demons or some shit, but for some reason, he's finding himself worrying more about what could have caused such a rift between them.
He's not going to lie to himself. He has a hard time making friends. Whatever went wrong, he has to make sure things between him and Eddie stay civil. ...Relatively civil. They do rag on each other all the time.]
Yeah, well...
[He scratches the side of his nose. This is a little hard to get out, but it has to be said.]
Tell me if I overstep my boundaries. I'm not going to let that happen again.
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(Do you ever just try and act like something's not a big deal when it totally is? Yup. Eddie swings his arms mildly back and forth. It wasn't too surprising. Frankly, monsters didn't have shit on worrying about his friends.
His eyes flicker over to Richie, and he can't really help himself. It feels nice talking to Richie again, and his response winds up with Eddie smirking a tiny little bit.)
You overstepping boundaries?
(But Eddie knows Richie means it so he reaches out a hand to lightly slap at one of Richie's. It's a stupid little gesture, but it's a point of contact that serves as something grounding.)
Okay. That'd be pretty cool. I missed you, so. (He'd like it if they never went through that again, thank you very much.)
You wanna talk to me now, right? So. Don't stress about it too much.
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[Richie cracks a grin too. Aw, Eddie missed him. Yeah, they're on good terms. This is good. This will do.]
So, this weird shit—any idea why it's happening?
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His nose wrinkles up at the question.)
Uh yeah, you're gonna have to be more specific. What weird shit? The dust? The sound eaters? World hopping? Cause my answer for all the above is about the same: I have no idea. I just know the dust seems relevant to the sound eaters somehow. And maybe how we get here.