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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] 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.

OOC
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION



trashthetrashmouth: (stare)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[arrival;] (cw: language, sex)

[Richie was totally caught off guard when he was brought in, through the line, and handed this weird tech thing. It's so much fancier than those portable computers he's seen advertised on TV. He's afraid, and he doesn't like it. So what does he do? He retreats to his greatest defense mechanism: attention seeking. And he can do this to an audience?]

un: trashmouth
Hey what do you call a woman who loves small dicks?

[A pause as it takes him a while to stop silently chuckling while he types out the punchline.]

hopefully your girlfriend

[Now he awaits what he anticipates to be a groan and applause. He can't help it. If he can't mouth off, he can try this network business.]

[bunnies(?);] (cw: animal... tttthinnngs? and language)

[Richie walks along, his hands in his pockets, down the path, feet slipping while he adjusts to trudging on sand everywhere instead of the more sturdy paved streets of Derry. A bunny-like creature darts ahead of him and he stumbles a little to avoid stepping on it. Is that... a rabbit? Why is it blue?

And then he notices they're springing up out of those weird eggs that have been dotting the sides of the pathway.

They seem friendly enough. A couple stop to sniff his feet while he stands amazed at the rainbow of cuteness around him. He stoops down and scoops one up in his hands. They're adorable little things. He'd coo at it and ask it what the fuck it was if it was safe to do so, but he has to be quiiiiet, so... He just pets it with a grin on his face.]


[wildcard;]

[Start your own thing or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] lunayoshi!]
personify: (surprise)

un: darkholme

[personal profile] personify 2018-04-02 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Raven looks down at her device and instantly regrets reading the message. Really?]

Charming.
justbeingknife: (yeah right)

un: kyouken

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-04-02 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
What, we're doin' this now? Alright -- what's the sign on an out-of-business brothel say?
trashthetrashmouth: (is she hot?)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie's shit-eating grin is a large one.]

You're welcome.
Edited (font didn't work) 2018-04-02 00:54 (UTC)
trashthetrashmouth: (just to my backyard)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Fuck, Richie doesn't know this one.]

You're going to tell me either way, aren't you?
personify: (dangerous)

[personal profile] personify 2018-04-02 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
So, tell me. How bored are you?
justbeingknife: (ha!)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-04-02 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's the point ain't it?

'Beat it. We’re closed.'
trashthetrashmouth: (beats spending it inside your mom)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty fucking bored. what do people even fucking do here? Besides jerk off
beyourzoomer: (wide eyed)

Bunnies

[personal profile] beyourzoomer 2018-04-02 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Max has already scooped up a little blue creature - that sure as hell looks like a rabbit, and she's stroking its fur gently as it cuddles up beneath her chin contently. She's made it a few steps when she spots his familiar face and her eyes grow wide as she moves quickly on the sandpath, waving at him. He'd only disappeared a couple weeks before.]
trashthetrashmouth: (spit it out b-b-b-bill)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, that got a chuckle out of him, but he's not done yet.]

Fine what are the three shortest words in the english language?
justbeingknife: (leaning forward)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-04-02 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hell if he knew, he was Japanese ]

Lay it on me.
personify: (dangerous)

[personal profile] personify 2018-04-02 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe read a book. Go for a walk? And don't tell people when you jerk off. Better to just keep that to yourself.
trashthetrashmouth: (stop trying to get us all killed)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie catches her approach from the corner of his eye. Boggled, he looks over his shoulder to see who she could be waving at. It's not him, is it?

Apparently it is. He just stares at her while he tries to figure out what she might want.]
trashthetrashmouth: (is she hot?)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
is it in?

[Ah, that one's a classic.]
trashthetrashmouth: (cringe)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He cringes. That's not what he wanted her to take away from what he said.]

I didn't say I was the one doing the jerking off. You don't need to if you can get the real thing whenever you want it
spideys: (151 ❖ wait what.)

PETER PARKER | THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN

[personal profile] spideys 2018-04-02 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
❚❚❚❚❚ i. ARRIVAL

[ It's real hard to get Peter Parker to just stay quiet. Sure, he's had his moments: when his parents dropped him off at his Aunt May and Uncle Ben's place, he refused to talk for about a week before they finally had him chatting. In Midtown High, he was a little more observer and a lot less participant, which meant a little less talking and a hell of a lot of listening. He kept his head down, took his pictures, skated in the park, tinkered in the basement.

But then he donned the red and blue spandex and - well. It was like opening a floodgate of dumb jokes and ridiculous quips and it was fun. Also hard to stop. Turns out Peter Parker is something of a talker and nervous babbling is a Specialty and it only took the right key to unlock that door. Lucky him, right?

When he first opens his eyes and tries to choke the dust out of his throat, it's also with an exclamation of - ]
What is this stuff? What's happening -

[ Of course it sounds a lot less word-y and a lot more cough-y, so there's that. And honestly, he's not feeling too great, his arms and legs feeling weak and noodley (well, noodlier than usual) and he only sees an opening door before he's being led somewhere dark and gloomy. Great. Perfect. His favourite type of door. ]

Uh - can somebody - [ He starts to say, but then there's a finger pressed against his lips and the rest of the sentence kind of trails off into a smudgy sound like eggspaindis??

Now he's here with a device in one hand and a freaky spine-tingling feeling that buzzes in the back of his brain and refuses to relent. This place is exuding bad vibes and he doesn't have to have spider senses to feel it. But this can't be real. (Sure.) Who is 'Them' anyway? And why hasn't anyone fought back? ]


This is a joke, right?


❚❚❚❚❚ ii. PEEPS

[ He's in Creepy Wonderland.

Yep. Great. He's solved the riddle. Somehow Peter has landed in Tim Burton's craziest, wildest dream because maybe he'd never seen Edward Scissorhands, so you know, he watched the movie and now he's having some kind of soulbond moment with Tim. There are colourful eggs and little bunnies coming out of them, and when he approaches - as you do - one of the pink ones comes right up to him, nose twitching, looking up at him with those dark inky eyes.

It's kind of cute.

Peter bends down to pick it up and gives it a little scritch around its ears. And when he puts the bunny back down and begins to walk away from the collection of eggs, it follows him close behind, never missing a hop or a step.

Turns out the only soulbonding happening today is the bond between (Spider-)Man and Bunny. ]



❚❚❚❚❚ iii. WILDCARD

[ idk what im doing but hmu if you wanna do anything with peter! just leave a starter or find me on plurk ([plurk.com profile] thwip). i'm super open to anything! ]
beyourzoomer: (hesitant smile)

[personal profile] beyourzoomer 2018-04-02 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Annnnnd she can tell by the look on his face that he has no idea who she is. Which means he doesn't remember being here before. Figures. Still. He was a friend whether he remembered it or not. She pulls out her device and types a quick message.]

Hey. I'm Max.
personify: (Mystique)

[personal profile] personify 2018-04-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Mhm. Yes, you certainly sound like someone who's having a lot of sex to me. [hopefully the sarcasm translates through text.]
justbeingknife: (smile)

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-04-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Color Majima amused; kind of reminded him of the old days, screwing around with a bunch of low-level grunts on the beat. Not much to do but smoke and tell off-color jokes. ]

Ha! Ain't heard that one before.

So are you bored or are ya fuckin' bored?
setpoint: (pr2281)

mako mori | pacific rim

[personal profile] setpoint 2018-04-02 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
arrival

[It feels like a joke. Like a dream, maybe. Brain damage from their last mission? Hallucinations from some sort of neural overload she somehow wasn't aware of? She argues at first, because everything they're telling her sounds ridiculous, and anything she mentions—the PPDC, the kaiju, Raleigh—gets brushed off. But finally, she acquiesces, if only to get out of the room.

Mako finds herself wandering the sand paths, feeling oddly vulnerable in without her drivesuit. She argued for it, silently, but was overruled. Apparently the armor plating was far too risky. Her dog tags, edged in silicone silencers and tucked into her jumpsuit, were apparently deemed safe. The natives are watching her carefully, and as they told her, everyone is quiet. She pulls the first person she can aside, pulling out her gifted device with a frown. It takes her only a second to type out a quick question and hold the device up.]


Were you born here?

peeps!

[After the initial culture shock, Mako forces herself to deal with it, as the Marshal raised her to. Of course, just as she thinks she's starting to adjust, something else strange happens. Namely, brightly colored bunnies.

For a moment, Mako thinks she might be hallucinating all over again. Then one of them hops up to her, stopping to sniff at her feet, and she melts utterly, crouching down, clearly torn between scooping it up and leaving it alone.]


wildcard!

[Tag me with something else, or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] cephalopods to plan out something!]
ibiza: (smiling ponytail)

un: bonnie

[personal profile] ibiza 2018-04-02 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Margo is practically clapping her hands in delight. She loves exchanging dick jokes. Hey, everyone's got a thing. ]

Classic. Let's do this.

My teacher hates when I shorten his name to 'Dick'
...Especially since his name is Henry.
justbeingknife: (leaning forward)

peeps

[personal profile] justbeingknife 2018-04-02 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, looks like ya got a fan.

[ Frankly, Majima wasn't so sure about this Easter Bunny thing -- survey said that most of the unnatural wildlife around here was borderline dangerous. On the other hand: bunnies, what could possibly go wrong? ]

Gonna keep it?
trashthetrashmouth: (my summer experience essay)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not sure, so he's taking it as a good thing.]

yeah. Hey are you a girl?

[Now he's curious.]
trashthetrashmouth: (fucking bottle)

[personal profile] trashthetrashmouth 2018-04-02 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Really fucking bored. This place sucks more than Eddie's mom