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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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[ nishikiyama wasn't owed a damn thing and he knew it. he didn't expect any form of pity or understanding from majima, not just because of the discrepancy, in their time (if that was to be believed) but because he didn't deserve it from anyone. it had nothing to do with pride as a man, either, because nishikiyama had nothing left to be prideful about. if majima cared in any capacity, even tangentially, he didn't want it.
and majima offering up a place to stay was quite blatantly an offer nishikiyama wasn't equipped to accept just yet. it was an ideal situation, if he was being honest with himself. if what majima said was true, it would certainly be nice to have somewhere to be where kiryu wasn't prone to show up. but at the same time, majima was tojo. nishikiyama wasn't sure he wanted any reminder of the clan and their activities there by his side constantly. at least not just yet.
nishikiyama's eyes were dulled, expression hard to read. the longer he dwelt on it, the more his mind wanted to shut down. block everything out, just fade from existence. but that wasn't an option. ]
are those my only options? crashing with you or this shared housing business?
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If he hadn't already. ]
There're other people with private residences, but that's still gonna involve askin' someone to take ya in.
You could try sleepin' in a public building, one that's been soundproofed. Or you could stay in here.
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[ majima would have to keep wondering about that because nishikiyama wasn't about to shed any light on the situation. he was content to keep it bottled up, let it fester inside of him. too bad he was horrible at really keeping up a pokerface.
didn't matter. ]
are they even gonna let me stay in here?
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[ it was funny because one of the first things they'd built was a prison. hilarious ]
Up to you. No one's tried it in this group, far as I know.
Maybe I should just call Kiryu.
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[ the second nishikiyama read that response, his eyes sharpened again. the idea of calling kiryu right then and there was more of a threat than anything else, and nishikiyama responded accordingly. ]
don't. don't call him.
i'll deal with my business my own way.
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You wanna find me, you can always ask someone where the bar is.
[ And that was it -- Majima's cue to leave. Nishikiyama was a big boy; he could take care of himself. And if Kiryu asked, Majima could just say his oath brother had been insistent about it. Easy. ]