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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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elena gilbert | the vampire diaries (s72 crau)
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{ p e e p s } cw: blood, animal death
[ OOC: Elena can't go out in daylight because of her (secret) vampire nature, but she can be active during daytime so long as she stays safely out of the sun. If anyone does learn her secret, she's likely to try to compel them into forgetting, so let me know if you're up for that! Feel free to hit me up via PM, over at
Anyone wanna get nommed on by a hungry baby vampire?]un: salvatore
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weeps????
shock awe.
asksjdhsja
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okay, I know you're not having any part in my feuds with Stefan. It was a joke. Besides we don't totally hate each other right now or something.
Did you settle in alright?
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I know it was a joke.
I'm doing okay. It's not home, but it could be worse.
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[ . . . He can roll with no denial too though. ]
how could it be worse?
[ Well, okay, Damon has been in worse places too, he's being dramatic. ]
do you need help moving furniture around in the non-sexy way? I'm pretty good at both ways.
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un: jeremy
there was actual flailing when this appeared in my inbox
i'm so rusty but the gilbert siblings ok, i am weak.
un: c.forbes
[She's had a coincidence like this before and been disappointed, but this one has to be real, right?]
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[ It's just the kind of coincidence that usually plagues their lives that her best friend would end up here too. As in, not actually a coincidence and something horrible is behind all of this. But at least her best friend's here. ]
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[She's selfishly relieved that Elena is here because that means freaking KLAUS isn't the only person here she knows. Other people are fine but...it's just not the same.
At least they're both selfishly happy about it.]
peeps | cw animal death, discussion of past canon death, blood
she's doing that when elena comes out, already having disposed of a few of the transformed creatures, trying not to think of how easily their necks had snapped underneath her fingers, trying not to think of ben. and then she spots elena, running at a speed that shouldn't be possible if you're a regular human ( but is, incidentally, possible for her ) and grabbing two of the black bunnies. she follows at her own speed, careful to stay on the sand, and her first thought is another transgenic, but then she comes upon the other girl feeding on one of the rabbits she caught.
well. not another transgenic. ]
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Her grip unconsciously loosens on that second black bunny and the thing wriggles loose, immediately darting toward the other woman the instant it's free. ]
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movement distracts her, and max snaps out of it to spot one of the turned bunnies darting towards her. she looks into the other woman's eyes, which are suddenly looking a lot more human, and holds contact for a moment before moving at top speed to catch it.
she makes quick work of capturing it, pressing and turning once she has the squirming, angry thing in her hands, feeling it snap more than hearing it. once she's sure it's dead, she moves back over to where she's presumably still waiting, holding the now dead animal out to her, kind of like a peace offering. a show of mutual, if tentative and temporary, trust. ]
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Her lip trembles slightly as she reaches out to take the offering, though now that she's come to her senses, she can't bring herself to want to continue feeding. Hunger still gnaws at her, but the disgust at what she's done is enough to temper it down to a manageable level. For now, at least.
With her hands full and one now smeared with blood, she can't retrieve the device from her pocket, so instead she stands, walks over to the edge of the shadow cast by the building, and gestures across the way to the house she'd come from. If she wants to come with, they can... talk. Inside. Or something. ]
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maybe that makes it more dangerous.
but then she remembers the fear in her eyes, and she's reminded again of her brother, of the expression in his eyes when they'd heard manticore closing in, and her stomach twists sickly. she swallows against the sudden tightness in her throat, looks into her eyes again, and nods.
whatever this girl is, she knows something about being afraid of what she is. and the sound eaters are just as much of a threat to her as everyone else. so if nothing else, they share an enemy. ]
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With her human teeth grit against the pain, she shifts the creatures to one arm and reaches out to carefully open the door -- there's no squeaking, thank goodness. It's only when she's completed the task that she turns back to see if the other woman has actually followed her. ]
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they reach the shelter of the building before too long, max standing a few feet behind elena as she opens the door. ]