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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.
byironandfire: (008)

[personal profile] byironandfire 2017-04-18 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[A scrutinizing and wry look crosses his face as he notes that she is currently eating a bearclaw and thus in position to take down whatever statement he might have to make.]

Must be a slow news day if you want my opinion about cupcakes.

[He smiles at her, knowing better than to flirt but completely unable to help himself.]

But since I always try to read your articles, I should be a good sport, right?
royalpassport: SB (ouat0117br-0635)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-04-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately, when chatting with somebody from a fairytale land, whose memories of a life in the 'real' world are all fictitious and curse-imposed... some innuendo can go flying over their heads. ]

Why? Isn't a bumpy ride a sign that you need to get it fixed?
volitaunt: (052)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-04-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I definitely remember an accident."

His, though, wasn't a car. It takes him a moment to even remember what a car is. His was a SF TIE Fighter, struck down by its former owners. A loss of beautiful engineering. He closes his eyes for a moment, remembering the press of inertia as he shot out of that hangar.

He wants to get back in the air.

"Pilot," he says, coming back from his reverie. "If it's got wings and an engine, I can fly it."
bastardofipswich: MISC (!misc: super thoughtful)

[personal profile] bastardofipswich 2017-04-18 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
40?
defenderofmen: (Bashful)

[personal profile] defenderofmen 2017-04-18 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Elena took a bite of the snack pinched between her fingers, her tongue dragging over her upper lip before flashing him a smile.]

Very slow but then I am covering a bake sale so there is only so much I can cover.

[She doesn't know exactly what she's going to write yet but it'd turn out paper-worthy, it always does.]

Do you really read them all? Some are rather dull.
bastardofipswich: DORMS (130)

[personal profile] bastardofipswich 2017-04-18 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
wow you really ARE old

i can get by with my good looks and charm
volitaunt: (222)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-04-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Poe laughs, unexpectedly charmed by the reply. ] I guess it depends on the terrain. Street like this, bike like this, things are pretty smooth. It's just when I'm idling that she gives a little kickback.

[ The bike - his bike, he'll agree with memory for now - has already been personified. He's already making plans to take it apart when he gets home, look at the way it's put together, see if it can't be made better. Faster. Closer to having wings. ] Poe Dameron. Call me Poe.
silver_lined: (pb: bright smile)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
I think we're just chatting, which means you can talk about whatever you like.

But working with animals is a great job.
silver_lined: (pb: wary)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's there in an instant, almost startlingly fast, because now that she's called his attention to it, he can smell the blood. Almost unbidden, his senses focus to look at the blood like a microscope... but he has no context for what he sees. It's just blood. Though, as he watches the oxidation process- ]

That's fresh. Which means they might still be alive.

[ Or out here. And that includes the person who caused the harm as well as the person bleeding. ]

From now on, we don't go too far from one another. But let's see if we can find a trail.
blindpuppet: (Intense)

[personal profile] blindpuppet 2017-04-18 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds like an oxymoron but if it's what you want.
I don't think we're going anywhere.
If you're not careful you'll face those who keep us here.
Either way, we're at a disadvantage.
babyhunter: (Standing)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-18 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
It is. I draw the animals when I have time and let people buy the images to help support the shelter.
ren_egade: (stare)

[personal profile] ren_egade 2017-04-18 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
No.
silver_lined: (pb: bright smile)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
I don't suppose you have any grumpy grey cats, do you?

I'd be happy to donate for a picture of one of those.
silver_lined: (Default)

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[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
My name is Kal. If you'd like to talk, I'm happy to listen.
silver_lined: (pb: looking back)

pta bake sake

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
No, he doesn't run into someone he claims to know. He runs into someone, literally, though it's probably as much Kal's fault as anyone's since he'd been trying to make sure that he didn't step on a little girl's sidewalk chalk drawing near the tables.

"Whoah, sorry about that."

...he's very solid, unfortunately.
bastardofipswich: DORMS (Default)

[personal profile] bastardofipswich 2017-04-18 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
you should tell me if i'm getting hotter or colder :\
babyhunter: (Talking)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-04-18 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
I think we do. I'd be happy to do a drawing or painting for you.
If I remember correctly his name is Whiskers.

It isn't a very creative name.
ren_egade: (glance)

[personal profile] ren_egade 2017-04-18 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Personal space is important to Ren, so his initial reaction to being bumped into is to shoot a glare in the direction of the perpetrator. The apology comes unprompted though, and Ren is reminded that making a scene in public like this is a poor choice. He doesn't want to be kicked out before he can get some of this food.

He looks the stranger over, a strong looking man. Older. Probably someone's father. Ren barely catches himself from curling his lip in distaste. He doesn't exactly have the best relationship with his own.

"It's fine," he says shortly. He turns back to the table he had been perusing while trying to ignore the incessant thoughts from the children that were hanging around hoping for a free treat.
toten_sie: (awkward face)

option one

[personal profile] toten_sie 2017-04-18 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Randel's been watching him as he makes his own way to the supermarket; the man looks like one of the people he used to work with in the memories that don't take place here, the people who need war relief worst of all. It makes him want to help, but he isn't sure how; while he knows what his war was like, the world he came from, there's no telling what this man has faced. But some things are simple and universal, which is why he slips into one of the little cafes nearby and gets a meal bagged up along with a warm tea. Hoping that the man isn't gone by the time he'd gotten everything, he makes his way back to the shop and carefully holds out the food with what he hopes is a comforting smile. ]

You look like you could use it.
ren_egade: (oh)

[personal profile] ren_egade 2017-04-18 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Warmer.
silver_lined: (civs: frown)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Nope, no one's father, at least not yet. He and Lois had never had kids, at least none that he can remember. He doesn't think it's in the cards, considering his age, but he has no idea if it's even possible given what little he's managed to remember about himself.

But to the matter at hand, he turns his head towards one of the tables, and gestures to the wares.

"Can I get you something to make it up?"
nastyboys: (03. Hello me queer birds)

Badstar.Rowdylad

[personal profile] nastyboys 2017-04-18 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
who ya talkin to luv?

yer not the only one with business elsewheres. best be sharin what ye know with the rest of the class.
detoxes: (genuine.)

[personal profile] detoxes 2017-04-18 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[She's good. She knows this much.

It takes a bit of awkward maneuvering on her part, but - yeah. She does everything with the one hand. If he pays attention, he'll notice how glaringly obvious it is. If he gets closer to her, he'll understand why.]


Aw - thanks. I'm out of practice.

[She drops it to her lap, shaking her head.]

Nah. I'm not from here.
silver_lined: (head up)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-04-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Though still not something to waste," he says easily enough in between bites. A few more before he takes the other drink to take a sip, wash it down.

"And if you really want one, I think they were selling the full pies for ten dollars. Definitely worth it."

He takes another bite.

"Whereas I'm feeling inspired. I haven't done much baking since I got back from the hospital."
bastardofipswich: DORMS (let's chat)

[personal profile] bastardofipswich 2017-04-18 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
35!!