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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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She hesitates briefly. She got into an online argument with someone claiming to be Iron Man. She's not looking to be talked down to again. At the same time, he's her hero. She wants to make contact with him. She wants to help him the way he's always helping everyone else. She psychs herself up enough to send a message as she watches him wander. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the nervous, but friendly looking teenager with a device in hand is the one talking to him. In case it isn't obvious, Kamala offers up a timid wave when he looks her way.]
Did you just arrive?
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he hasn't gotten his intake of caffeine yet, but he has forced himself to regroup enough to focus on more important issues at hand — like mentally mapping out the entire area and making small talk with natives to gather more intel via the network.
he has yet to see any familiar faces which is both a relief and... not so great. on the one hand, he's glad no one from his earth has arrived here; on the other hand, maybe he's gone out of his goddamn mind. considering recent events, he can't completely eliminate the possibility that this entire place is manifested by his own brain.
tony stops short in his path as he receives a message from a slothbaby. as expected, it doesn't take him long at all to figure out who it's from. ]
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i did. is it that obvious?
[ a friendly smile slides into place as he raises his hand to wave back at the nervous-looking teen. hopefully, that'll ease her up a bit. ]
i'm tony. what's your name?
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[Which is why she's in jeans and her favorite Ms. Marvel lightning bolt hoodie.] I'm Kamala. I'd like to help if that's okay. Being new is always rough.
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any way i can switch out of these?
[ not gonna lie, he hates the jumpsuit. he wants his clothes back. ]
it's nice to meet you, kamala. [ his expression softens at her offer. sweet kid. as he closes the distance between them, the symbol on her hoodie doesn't escape his notice. she couldn't be from his earth, could she?
only one way to find out. ] ms. marvel fan? [ he gestures at the lightning bolt on her chest. ]
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[The fact that she's rambling means she's just a little more comfortable. She quickly blushes at the mention of being a fan. It is painfully obvious, huh? She's not in the least bit ashamed of it though.] The biggest one! I have a poster of her in my room back home, a purse and t-shirt with her symbol... I just really love her. I swear it's not in a weird way. I just think the way she protects everyone is amazing and inspiring on like every possible level.
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i'll do that.
[ he can't help his smile from turning into an amused grin at her enthusiasm. even though he still can't be positive she's from his earth, she is definitely from one of them. he'll just have to wait it out and see. ]
she'll be happy to hear that.
have you been here for long, kamala?
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About two months? I think. I'm only good with a school calendar tbh. I'm sorry I can't be more help, but at least I can point you in the direction of someone who can.
[She'll just go ahead and describe Frank's booth and the directions to get there.] I hope that helps! It was nice to meet you, Tony.
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it was very nice to meet you, kamala
i'll see you around
[ cute kid.
he'll be on his way now, but he hopes to get to learn more about her down the line — specifically if she's from his world. ]