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.)
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.
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TEST DRIVE MEME
Castiel | Supernatural
[When it comes to being in the hospital, Castiel is the spirit of politeness and willingness to do what the staff asks of him. The few memories he have are ones he turns over in his mind repeatedly as if something new might be gleaned from them as he smiles at the nurses and lets the doctors finally pronounce him fit to leave. It's useless stuff on the whole: how the stars looked from the backseat of a loudly purring black car, the name 'Winchester', the word 'assbutt', a leather jacket hanging up, and someone dragging him along while shouting his name. It's all disjointed, not making any sense. His rescue from the car accident?]
[The nurses and doctors are kind in his opinion despite their inability to tell him much of anything. For some reason that doesn't bother Castiel in the least. He signs his name where they tell him, lets them look him over and advise him as they want to. When he's dressed, pronounced ready to go home, he steps outside of the hospital and studies the little card they gave him with directions to his home.]
[Strange, only 'Castiel' is written on the card, a smear where a last name would have been. The same happened in the hospital whenever he asked what his full name was. The reply had been garbled or the nurse didn't have it on that particular form. After awhile, he stopped asking. It didn't seem important.]
[He's standing before one of the Official Notice signs when he turns to whatever unfortunate happens to be walking by. At a glance, Castiel is nothing impressive... an accountant sort in an off the rack suit with a tan trenchcoat over it. Real confusion is on his face as he looks from the sign to them.] What does that mean? Is there somewhere else I should be going? Life before?
[With only his five memories, Castiel can't imagine yet wanting or needing to leave. He's more about trying to find his own house among all the others. The address card clutched in his hand is useless since he doesn't remember what the street names are.]
Option three: PTA Bakesale
[Castiel is pretty sure he offended the woman behind the stand when he had tried one of her peanut butter and jelly cookies. Without his memory, he had no idea why that particular thing had called to him. The taste had been overwhelming though. Angels (except for Gabriel) didn't eat or couldn't. They tasted things on the molecular level, and it was like being blasted with fifty levels of a single thing all at once. His hand pressed over his mouth, Castiel tries not to sick up the single bite he had taken. Gentle hands were on his shoulders, offering him water. Even it is a hit of its own that is unpleasant.]
[Apologies made with his best puppy eyes, he finally reassures her that he's not ill off her cooking. When the kind woman suggests maybe he had a peanut allergy he didn't remember, Cas is quick to take that out. He has no idea what an allergy feels like, but something tells him that isn't right. Eating and drinking doesn't appeal to him even if he likes the smell of things. Giving her what little money he had brought with him as a donation, he slips away to look over other stalls... to study the people around. All he wants is a familiar face or someone who recognizes him.]
[A flash comes from someone's camera and the black shadow of wings span out from Castiel's back in that instant, gone the next. Optical illusion, right? He doesn't notice it. Instead, he walks on to look over the next booth.]
Option four: on the network (un:castiel) (yeah, he's not that imaginative.)
I think I might be missing my car. I remember it, but it isn't in the garage. It's a black 1967 Impala. I think it has Kansas plates. I need to find it. Has anyone seen it?
4 - un:winchester
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Bake Sale
So when he sees someone at the sale acting like they're having a medical problem, he starts moving through the crowd to be ready in case the worst happens. Even if he's not officially trained, having someone his size around is usually helpful for either crowd control or helping move someone who needs support. And Alec knows that he can deal with a crisis and with injuries. There's too many hints of memories about blood and bruises for that to be false.
The person he noticed moves away before Alec can check on him, but he still keeps an eye on him to make sure that he isn't going to collapse.
When the camera flash catches the man in its light, Alec makes a strange, strangled noise, knowing that he saw wings.
Even if he knows it isn't true, he blurts out the first word, no name, that comes to mind.]
Raziel.