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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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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.