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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] bumfuckidaho2017-04-17 06:22 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME, APRIL 2017.

TEST DRIVE MEME

There 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
PTA BAKE SALE

It's that time of year again. The time when everyone digs into their wallet, ignores their diet, and spends a little time supporting the local school bake fair. You know, for the good of the children. And it doesn't hurt that Linda's Blondie recipe is honestly to die for. The school PTA has pulled out all the stops this year in the hopes of encouraging a good community turn out, posters advertising the sale plastering every street corner and stuffed into every mailbox for a solid week leading up to the event, and today is finally the day.

There's at least two dozen different tables set up with all manner of delectable treats, even one or two offering vegan alternatives for those inclined, not to mention a few others catering to some of the townspeople's more... unique palates.

Maybe you've got your own table set up with your wares, or maybe you were simply lured to the park today by the appetizing scents wafting through the air. Either way it seems like the whole town has come out to show their support today and why wouldn't they? Children are our future, aren't they? Or maybe it's just Linda's Blondie recipe.

Yeah, that's probably it.


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 currently has two basic functions. The first is audio-only and can be accessed from the telephones in each character's home. If an audio-based medium doesn't suit your needs (or aesthetics), be sure to take advantage of the Wayward Pines Message Board from your brand new laptop for the chance to communicate with your fellow townspeople in a text-based format instead!


( a few notes )

Welcome to our third test drive here in The Pines! Just one important thing to note:

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.
babyhunter: (Awkward)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-17 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
If you are willing to watch things burn in a fantastic fashion, they your on.

I'm not sure what works with what. I've only been cooking for myself for little under a year. :/
babyhunter: (Smile)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-17 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary's bright green eyes look down towards the lemon bars and then back up at Scott. Her smile begins to grow until she forces it to stop. She doesn't like the idea of acting like those girls who fall all over a cute boy. It is, however, very distracting.]

I happen to like lemon.

[It isn't her favorite but if they are exceptionally good, then she'd try them.]

How much is it?

[The sign seems to have fallen off and Clary doesn't see it anywhere else.]
ask_alexa: (watch your back)

[personal profile] ask_alexa 2017-04-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
She does what she can to help him help her, pushing into the ground as he pulls. The further away they get from the wall, the more she can feel her strength returning.

"Nice to meet you too. Circumstances, you know. Notwithstanding." She can push herself up to her hands and knees now, and does so. "I'm Dominique. But most people call me Dom. Or DiPierro. But mostly Dom."
defenderofmen: (Nice dress)

[personal profile] defenderofmen 2017-04-17 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena laughed softly. "Cute smile and offering to buy me a slice of pie? You have everything a girl wants." Her tone was light and teasing as she walked along side of him towards the pie.

It hasn't always been this easy. Elena didn't know why but she remembered having trouble fitting in for a long time. As if there was something that made her not a part of the world around her; the human world. She shook her head, blond waves falling over her shoulders as she pushed away the thought.

She'd think about it later.

"Is a coke okay? I think they have sweet tea too." He looked like a sweet tea kind of guy.
silver_lined: (civs: chilling out)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-17 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...there are any number of options for how he's doing that, of course. Lots of explanations. Unfortunately, not a single one actually occurs to him at this moment, which is why he goes with honesty. It feels better anyway. ]

Apparently, it's something I can do.

[ His shoulder set as she continues. ]

But if there is something or someone hurt out there, there are more important things to do. I'm not hearing anything at the moment, but I didn't see anything on my way in.

[ He points through the trees towards a couple of winding paths. ]

If you want to take one fork, I can take the other, and we can watch one another's flank and cover more ground. I have a feeling we want to keep one another in sight.
silver_lined: (pb: ben wyatt look)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-17 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Have you seen if there are any lessons offered around here?

But if burning is your problem, I'd put my money on one of two things: you're cooking at higher temperatures than you ought to OR you're getting distracted midway.
silver_lined: (civs: smile)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-17 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cola is just fine," he says with a quick nod, "though I'll admit to a lifelong sweet tooth, so the sweet tea would be good too."

He tilts his head towards one of the tables that'd just opened up.

"How about I grab us those seats and you get the drinks?"
babyhunter: (I'm Skeptical but Listening)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-17 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't but I imagine cooking is a lot like painting or drawing. Each piece adds something new to the dish. That's the best way for me to visualize it.

Both might be the reason.
defenderofmen: (Teehee)

[personal profile] defenderofmen 2017-04-17 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena nodded her head. "I'll surprise you." She spoke and then turned to get them drinks, slipping easily through the crowd. She stood at 5' 10" and while she wasn't the tallest girl, she was tall enough to navigate easily through dense masses of people. It was a good thing that the bake sale was so popular but also a little frustrating as she made her way back to the table.

She grabbed one of each, placing them both an equal distance from Kent. He could pick the one he wanted and she'd have the other.

"I'm Elena by the way. I don't think I introduced myself. Elena Michaels if you want to be overly formal." She wasn't to pressed for formalities.
420blazeit: (pic#10815586)

[personal profile] 420blazeit 2017-04-17 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Me too! This place is dullsville… and oh man! Why did you have to remind me about pizza! I can’t even get a hold of some of my favorite snack foods, because all the grocer has is Mountain Lightning and Nacho Cheese Tortillas… WTF!
silver_lined: (civs: at work)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-17 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The other thing you want to make sure of is what's called mise en place. Namely, you want to make sure that you have all of your ingredients prepared and measured before you ever start cooking. It helps keep you from rushing or slowing down any process which can also cause problems.

Just like you said: I'm sure you make sure your paint and your water and your brushes and your cleaner and everything else is out and ready before you start on a piece. Same thing.
vdova: (087)

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[personal profile] vdova 2017-04-17 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha's been waiting for this bake sale since Steve came home from work one night and told her about it — she's pretty flush with disposable cash, at the moment, her stock of Oreos and Chips Ahoy are getting low, and she's been jonesing for something new that she doesn't have to ask her boyfriend to make for her. She's already got a plastic bag full of cookies and small tarts, and she's eyeballing those blondies as she hovers a few feet away from the table, debating.

It's a different blonde at a different that ends up getting her full attention. Natasha spots Sharon out of the corner of her eye and goes completely still for a moment, mouth pressing into a thin line. It's not that she doesn't like Sharon. It's just that she'd never wish anyone she knows from home the burden of waking up here with no idea what's going on.

But it's better to have allies in an unknown place, so Natasha forgoes Linda's blondies in favor of approaching Sharon at the table she's at, plunking down a couple of dollars and reaching for Mrs Nesmith's peanut butter bars. ]
Fancy meeting you here.
postpartor: (008)

[personal profile] postpartor 2017-04-17 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She shoots him a look -- the universal feminine signal for fuck off, buddy -- and then does a double-take.

She does know him. She's extremely familiar with him, in fact. She knows his face, she knows his file, she just can't remember its contents.

Sharon smiles, slowly, but the expression is genuine. ]
That was crap. Stating it for the record. Have we met?
gottawearshades: (a little serious)

[personal profile] gottawearshades 2017-04-17 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
...

Are you serious?
babyhunter: (Default)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Mise en place is French for putting it in place. I've taken French.

How about this, we trade recipes and you just watch me cook once and give me some pointers. If I do well you might even get food out of it.
420blazeit: (pic#10815588)

[personal profile] 420blazeit 2017-04-17 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's unreal! Like we're living in bizzaro land.
postpartor: (023)

[personal profile] postpartor 2017-04-17 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon felt the redhead coming before she recognized Natasha's face. Something about the way Natasha moved through the crowd, the casual purpose of it. Sharon crooks a smile at her, eyes teasing. This feels right, even if Sharon herself doesn't know why. Not yet. ]

Of all the bake sales in all the towns in all the world. [ She picks another brownie and a peanut butter bar of her own, thanking Mrs Nesmith for the plastic bag she offers to carry them in.

She'll wait until she's out of earshot of the woman and fairly sure no one is listening before she says,]
You're gonna have to give me a refresher on your name. Not quite there yet.
420blazeit: (pic#10815584)

[personal profile] 420blazeit 2017-04-17 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she appreciates his honesty and that, coupled with his genuine concern, make it easy to agree to his plan, …though she’s not entirely too keen on splitting up. ]

Once we solve this mystery I demand a piggy back ride! [ because she’s the most mature. ]

But, ok, we can do that. I’ll take the left. [ she jumps atop a fallen log and, standing on her tip toes, tries to see what’s in store for her. ] This would be much easier if I had my mech… [ that, and she’d feel infinitely safer. ]

So whose name should I scream for help when I find the spook? [ she back over at him as she heads along the path etched into the woods. ] And, yeah, I get the feeling too. Something’s not quite right here.
gottawearshades: (happy sigh)

[personal profile] gottawearshades 2017-04-17 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And here's how you know that Scott's a very specific kind of... difficult, because he reaches into his pocket and puts a dollar in the cashbox. Then he carefully wraps up one of the bars in waxpaper for her and holds it out. ]

Today only, only qualifying buyers can cash in on this offer... free.

[ The little smile doesn't cost extra but it's definitely part of the bargain. But-]

...next one's five bucks though. Inflation. What can you do?
volitaunt: (214)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-04-17 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as she seems to be moving more or less on her own, Poe lets go and sits down, hard. There's something about the creeping exhaustion that makes him feel sick to his stomach. With the goal of helping her, the feeling was easier to ignore. Now that she seems to be recovering, though--

There are shocks and tears of darkness in his mind, a modulated, taunting voice, and screaming that sounds like his own. Poe wipes the sweat off his forehead and grins at Dom, playing off his shakiness as an effect of the wall.

"Dominque DiPierro. Poe Dameron. Mostly Poe." He pauses, then says more seriously, "Were you the one who screamed?"
Edited 2017-04-17 17:44 (UTC)
vdova: (079)

[personal profile] vdova 2017-04-17 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha lingers until Sharon is ready to move, and walks with her as they vanish into the crowd, easy enough to do in one this size even without the decades of spy training they've both had. ]

Natasha Romanoff, [ Comes the answer, casual and simple. Natasha keeps pace with Sharon, an easy walk. ] It'll all come back in time, although how long it takes seems to vary between people.
comesfrompain: (rarest of looks)

[personal profile] comesfrompain 2017-04-17 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It was totally crap. [Rumlow laughs in reply. So she does know him. Doesn't seem to hate him either. Either that or she's dissembling. Who even fucking knows, here.] But yeah, I feel like we have.

[Rumlow offers a hand, figuring he might as well introduce himself. It's polite, even if she might already know his name. It'll at least earn him hers, so he can see if it clicks. There's already something there, besides the markers that seem to ID her as another agent, a familiarity that he really can't put his finger on. Like he knows something about her that she doesn't.]

Brock Rumlow, if that jogs any memories. I own the boxing gym up a ways. [There's a slight lift of his brows, the universal signal that they have to keep details on the down low -- a reminder that even if she's unaware of the monitoring, there's no way she hasn't noticed all the posters around town.] Feel bad I don't remember you better. Maybe you came by for a class?
babyhunter: (Default)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-17 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary takes the lemon square, biting her lower lip to stop her smile from spreading.]

500% inflation? That's pretty steep.

[Cute, Scott.]

Now, does that include everything when it comes to you or is it exclusive to the bake sale? [There is a little bit of snark in her words but it's hard to come off as upset when you're trying not to laugh.]
gottawearshades: (concern)

[personal profile] gottawearshades 2017-04-17 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
BizarroLand is one name for it. The discount rack at the crappier Walmart is the other one.

Is there at least pizza rolls? I haven't checked.
silver_lined: (civs: down back)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-17 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a deal. [ No argument there. ] But you can call me 'Kal'.

[ Which despite being on all of his paperwork, even on the things he'd picked up at the sherrif's station, hadn't felt... quite right? He doesn't love it. It makes him feel oddly... apart. ]

What about when I need to shout for help?

[ Hey, they're in this together. ]