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!
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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
Finn // Star Wars TFA
It wasn't until he'd wandered over to a table filled with cupcakes that Finn realized he was ravenous. His stomach gurgled and rumbled as he eyed the treats laid out before him, licking his lips and staring with a longing that could be compared to seeking water in the middle of a desert! Close. He's seeking food in the middle of desserts!
He'd only just gotten his clothes back, still waiting on the memories, but maybe there was a chance he had some money on him! A few bucks? Any spare change floating around in the pockets of his jacket?
Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Just a few metal bolts and a pinch of... sand? That's not going to go very far at a bake sale.
The next person that stops by the table looks friendly enough. Finn taps them lightly on the arm with the back of his hand, smiling and trying not to look too desperate. "Hey. Hi there. Is there any chance you could get me one of those? See, there was this accident and I just got out of the hospital and I can't remember the last time I ate." Or... anything else, for that matter. Besides his name! First name. And snow covering the ground in a forest? And... a girl.
OPTION FOUR - Network
UN: Finn2187
I'm looking for a ride out of town. I need a driver. If someone could give me a lift, that would be great. The sooner the better. Serious offers only, please.
4 - un: doesithavewings
Get me a vehicle and you've got a driver.
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Yeah? I can do that.
[He has no idea HOW but he's sure he'll figure it out.]
Do you have a preference?
[Was that weird? It sounded weird in his head after he typed it but he sent it too fast and now it seems weird.]
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Does the name Poe Dameron ring any bells for you?
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In the...
Navy?]
If I'm speaking to Poe right now, he should be helping me find that vehicle instead of just swooping in to drive it! Is that all I am to you? A source of transportation? I'm the one that needs out of here!
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Easy, buddy. I've got a bike, but it's not going to get us that far. The road out of town swings back around INTO it.
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What? That's really impractical.
What if you go off the road? Just take a detour? There has to be a way out of here.
Or more than one road.
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They don't want us leaving.
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[Doesn't mean he's not still going to try. Apparently Poe's already given it a shot, though. It doesn't dampen his spirits entirely! Just kind of... drizzles his spirits. His spirits are slightly misted.]
Hey, where are you right now, anyway? We should be doing this face to face.
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three
So. He gestures at Finn until he's behind the table, and then he makes Finn sit. Hands him a cupcake. "Here. There's coffee, too." Or tea. Cassian just ignores it, is all.
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What? What do you-- is this close enough? Is this? How about now? Finn keeps awkwardly staggering a half step a minute, not quite getting the gesture. What are you doing, he's just trying to get a cupcake-- oh. Now he's sitting and holding a cupcake aaaaaaand has a big smile on his face! That worked out beautifully.
"Thanks! Thank you. Wow. I'm-- I can pay you back!" Eventually. Probably? When he finds a source of income or a place to stay or, you know, his entire identity. Excuse him while he dives into this cupcake like he hasn't eaten in days!
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"I make these things all day." The cupcakes, that is. Besides Finn is so excited about it, how could Cassian not give him food? "You don't need to pay me back. Someone else pays me."
Not that it...matters. Really. All things considered. (Like the fact that they're trapped here, and it seems to be part of a massive experiment, and Cassian doesn't entirely know what the hell exactly is going on.)
"Did you just come from the hospital?"
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Astronauts, am I right? Because that's what he remembers. Working at... Nasa. Not. Not anything weird like a state of the art, deadly, interplanetary, megaton weapon or a spacecraft or whatever. Just normal, run of the mill, regular... Earth stuff.
Cassian earns an icing-covered, closed-mouth grin because Finn's face is currently full of cupcake. What a nice guy! Free baked goods, a place to sit, he is so glad he ran into him. Especially if he makes these things all day. That means Finn now knows where to get sweet treats on the regular. Cupcakes. He-- ... he means the cupcakes.
"Yeah. Actually, the Sheriff's station and then the hospital. Haven't been home yet. Not exactly sure where home is. I'm Finn!"
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"The sheriff probably gave you a key." One thing they're good for, over there at the sheriff's station: setting up the assimilation process. "It'll have a number on it, and the blocks are all -" he gestures in a particular direction. "But I have to take all this apart when the event is over and go back to the tea shop, would you mind helping me out first? Then I can show you where the houses are."
A beat. "Ah, I'm Cassian."
un: stvitus
[ He asks, as if he knows how to drive. ]
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[Now that he sees it written out and sent, he sees what a terrible idea this is.]
How much do you want?
THREE!!
He swears, one day he's gonna be able to convince Leia to just jump in the car with him and Chewie (their faithful shaggy dog) and hightail it outta this town. Ben's an adult now, anyway.
In the meantime, he's just intoning a string of gruff "uh huh"s at the folks trying to talk to him, his interest thoroughly checked out until he hears some kid babbling about accidents and hospitals. That's when Han looks up, squinting in recognition-- different from the recognition he gets from other people in town. This is on a deeper level, like with Leia and Ben...
"Hey. Take it easy, Big Deal."
For some reason, the nickname comes to him before the kid's actual name: Finn.
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"Solo?!" A smile lights up Finn's face as he recognizes-- oh. Wait. Uh. "Mr. Solo." Right. Honorifics and stuff. They're not that familiar. It's coming back in bits and pieces, meeting Mr. Solo and trying to seem impressive by saying he's a really big deal at NASA, when in reality, he was just a janitor. Poe was the one that got to do all the cool stuff!
"What are you doing here? Did you make these?" Something something PTA something something ... nope. He has no idea why the grumpiest, most antisocial guy he knows would be at a bake sale.
un; mekarekt.
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[Upon further inspection and a few re-reads...]
That's exactly what it sounds like.
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(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) but count me in! sounds like it could be fun.
4 - R4gn0r0k
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[It's contradictory, he knows, but come on. Who wants to stick around somewhere that encourages the posting of ominous, totalitarian signs? Not Finn.]
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you aren't kowtowed by local scenery and i'm not alone in my distrust
next point: this channel may not be secure from them
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Even if he did seem a little desperate. Nyx looks the guy over, gut wrenching at the familiar story. Another one...? This was becoming an alarming pattern. "How about I do you one better and foot for an actual meal instead?"