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TEST DRIVE MEME, FEBRUARY 2017.
TEST DRIVE MEMEThere was an accident. That's basically the only thing you know for certain. Maybe a car wreck - metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Or maybe there was an explosion. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. You can't can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can remember.
It's also the last thing you remember from before you wake up here.
When you open your eyes, the accident is gone. Instead, you're in a hospital bed – the nursing staff greets you with a cheerful smile.
Welcome to Wayward Pines, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here.option one WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES
The hospital staff had seemed very friendly, but ultimately unhelpful when it came to answering your questions, insisting you shouldn't worry about such things, and that it was smarter to just rest until you'd fully recovered.
That was some time ago. You've since managed to leave the hospital – either via escape, or simply by waiting patiently and filling out paperwork until they finally agreed to release you. Now you've found yourself in the small but hearty town of Wayward Pines, Idaho. It's a charming little place, and the people there are all friendly enough, more than willing to greet you on the street, or give you directions if you need them.
Unless you're asking for directions out of town, of course.
Some will simply smile and give you a hearty pat on the shoulder and ask why you'd ever want to do a thing like that? Others will get quiet for a moment, and direct you to the nearest sign posted near the doorway of every building.
Don't bother taking the road, either. Whether you walk or get your hands on a vehicle, you won't get anywhere. The road simply takes you away from town for a short while before looping around and bringing you right back in.
There's no use questioning things, and it seems pretty useless to try to leave. So really, why not stay a while? Everyone's convinced that you'll find something to love in Wayward Pines.
(For the purposes of this test drive, you're welcome to handwave the existence of basically any local business or activity.)option two INTO THE WOODS
You've just heard a scream from the woods.
I mean, it could've been an animal. There's bound to be some kind of wildlife amongst the trees, right? But then again, it did sound awfully... human.
Though all of the locals nearby conceal a flinch at the sound, they'll assure you it's nothing, if you ask them. Why, you're probably just hearing things! (But with an anxious undertone of stop asking questions.) If you're curious, though, and brave enough to go see, they won't make any move to stop you from going into the wooded area surrounding the town.
The trees are tall, and their branches are thick enough to block out a significant amount of sunlight from breaking through the canopy, leaving the forest floor a little dimmer and cooler than the streets of town.
Whatever the source of the scream was, you won't be able to find it out here. An experienced hunter might notice some signs of a struggle, and a few faint boot prints, but they don't really seem to lead anywhere in particular.
What you will find, if you walk far enough, is a fence. A big one - at least 30 feet tall, made of metal and concrete. It goes on quite a ways in either direction as well; follow the wall far enough, and you'll see that it connects with the steep, sheer cliffs that surround the rest of Wayward Pines, effectively boxing the town in.
In actuality, you'll probably feel it before you see it. A full 500 yards from the wall, when it's hardly a shadowy smudge through the trees, you start to feel a little bit tired, a little bit weak. Trouble is, the closer you get, the weaker you feel - like the wall itself is sapping the strength out of you, and the closer you get, the worse it feels. Any powers you may have had grow weaker in kind as you make your way to the fence, but even ordinary humans will find their strength sapping away. By the time you're close enough to read the signs and to feel the crackle of electricity radiating from the thick wires criss-crossing the wall's metal surface, you're too weak to stand.
Do you crawl closer still and risk electrocution, or do you crawl away and assess the situation once you're far enough from the fence to be able to stand?option three IT'S A COUPLE OF FLAKES
There's nothing particularly insidious about the inch of snow that settles over the town one night while everyone sleeps. Kids run outside to have snowball fights and make snow angels, neighbors wave across to you as they shovel their driveway, the local coffee shop runs a 2 for 1 deal on hot cocoa. Snow crunches under your feet at your walk down the street and the cold bite in the air is revitalizing.
The next morning, there's a few more inches of snow. And then a few more the day after that. By the end of the week the snow is a good three feet deep and the entire experience has lost its novelty. Wayward Pines only has a single street plow to its name, and even when the streets are clear, surprise patches of black ice make travel downright dangerous if you aren't prepared. No special sale on hot cocoa can possibly be worth trudging through knee high snow drifts (even your most consciences neighbors can't keep up on the shoveling anymore).
And the power starts to fail in some of the houses. Sure, the repairman promises to stop by as soon as he can, but you're hardly to first person to call him today and he won't be able to pencil you in until tomorrow at the earliest, and what are you going to do about the cold until then? Maybe your neighbor's heat is still on, or maybe that trek to the coffee shop is looking more appealing by the second.
Either way it's time to layer your clothes, watch your step, and hope that Spring to comes early. And try to ignore that kid double dog daring you to lick a flagpole, it just won't end well.option four ON THE NETWORK
Though it's not as high-tech as you might be used to (or hell, maybe you're ren faire and it's centuries beyond anything you've seen), but Wayward Pines does in fact have a network to accommodate its citizens.
Go ahead, post a network post! Just note that the network, at current, is audio-only and can only be accessed from the telephones in each character's home.( a few notes )Welcome to our second test drive here in The Pines! Just one important thing to note this time:
Upon arrival in Wayward Pines, characters find themselves struggling to remember entirely who they were or where they came from. Memories return progressively over the next two weeks. You're welcome to play with this mechanic in any of these prompts, but it's definitely not mandatory! For more details on this temporary memory loss, see our FAQ.
Kenzi Mailkov // Lost Girl
[Kenzi hates hospitals. Like, hates them. You don't even understand. Waking up in a hospital bed with no idea what got her there is probably number three on her top ten list of worst fears, preceded only by waking up in a coffin or being forced to sit through an entire Carrie Underwood concert wearing pink cowboy boots and a denim skirt. What? It could happen! And that possibility, however slim, is downright horrifying.
Getting the frick away from that place had been priority number one, and she'd accomplished it fairly quickly. Now, instead of being in a scary hospital with zero idea how she got there, she was in some kind of charming, quaint, CREEPY town with zero idea how to get out. This is not the big city she's used to. Do people actually know each other here? Hi neighbour, can I borrow a cup of sugar? Gross.
The first two people she tried to interrogate were completely useless and sufficiently creepy. The sign they pointed her in the direction of was even creepier, so nothing's really sitting right with her at the moment.
She knows she should call someone, but ... can't quite remember who? Someone important. Whenever she tries to picture the face, all she can see is some fuzzy, fragmented image, kind of like those pixelated faces on COPS when they don't sign the consent form. Shit. Maybe the third time'll be the charm.
Kenzi stomps over to the nearest person and shouts,]
HEY! You, with the face! Any chance you know where the bus station is?!
[Option Two]
[Screams in horror movies are usually a clue that you should run the other way. Despite Kenzi's extensive horror movie knowledge, she makes the biggest mistake a young, super attractive, non-blonde heroine can make. She runs TOWARDS the scream! Idiot. Nice move, Kenzi. Way to let your stupid moral compass make the decisions before your self preservation kicks him. Wow.
She's mentally kicking herself as soon as she gets through the treeline, moving cautiously over twigs and rocks and all kinds of nature junk. No sign of a massacre.]
Hello? ... If this is some kind of hunting accident, Please do not shoot me. I'm not a deer!
[Deer don't talk. This isn't Disney. She holds her hands up defensively just in case, you never know what's hiding behind the trees.]
Also, if you're a bear or a wolf, do not even think about eating me! I'm way too cute to be a substantial meal!
[What? Doesn't hurt to believe in the possibility that wildlife understands human speech! Okay, she's panicking, shut up. This was a mistake, but she's gonna keep going for a while. Nothing better to do in town.
Oh, and... right, also someone might be hurt or dying. That's also a legit reason. Whatevs.]
ONE!!
So when some cute chick stomps over to him and addresses him by FACE, Marty shoots her a delighted grin. ]
You recognize my face, huh? [ THAT IS NOT AT ALL WHAT SHE SAID. ]
Omg marty no
[He doesn't look like a bus driver, but she doesn't want to stereotype him based on hurtful bus driver assumptions. She does wish he was slightly less delighted, though. Her frown should make that clear.]
marty YES
You wanna know a bus driver more than me? Wow. That hurts.
[ But fine. It's fine. Whatever. Marty shrugs and glances around. ]
What do you need a bus for? This town's small enough, you could probably just walk to wherever you need to go.
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Boy, I haven't even begun to hurt anyone yet, you're just standing too close to the fire. [Cue Kenzi gesturing to her... all of her.]
That's the thing! I don't need to go somewhere in town, I wanna get out of town, but anytime I ask how the frick I'm supposed to do that, people get all squirrely and weird about it.