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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Alec you make poor life choices!
So, there's a relief that he doesn't do more than hold it.]
They might make a pretty good weapon. [Izzy says that with a bit of a charming smile pulling at her lips and a shrug pulling upward on her shoulders.] They look like they could do some damage....I'm not sure where I went wrong. I'm pretty sure that my cooking isn't normally this bad, though.
[She hopes, anyway. Though, she isn't sure why she feels the need to give the bit of defense toward her culinary abilities. Maybe it's just...a thing with her? The petite woman muses for all of a moment, doing her best not to linger too long before focusing because she feels like there's something....that she's missing right in front of her. And it's an annoying feeling that irritates her more than a little.]
What are you training for?
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Throw them with the right amount of force and you probably could knock someone else.
[The suggestion is made in a quiet tone that only Izzy would be able to hear. He doesn't want to freak out any of the people nearby. He begins to correct her about her cooking, but suddenly he remembers a flash of hopeful looks followed by disappointment. Let her keep her delusion as long as she isn't giving anyone food poisoning.]
You'll get it right next time, sis.
I don't really remember but my bow is at the police station. [Why a bow? It doesn't seem like a practical weapon but it's almost painful not to have it with him.] And I've been practicing some kind of self defense.
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[Izzy adds on, not exactly sure...why she felt the need to say that, but at the same time she knows that it's true. She knows that aiming at sensitive spots with something as hard as these muffins would be just effective enough.
Even if they aren't necessarily lethhal.
Though, the very fact that she has the thoughts and the knowledge does worry her just a tad. She pushes it away and manages a smile for her older brother.]
Maybe I'll try something simpler first. [Izzy shrugs and then her nose wrinkles along with a frown pulling at her mouth.]
Are you going to get it back? Do you know why? Or can you not remember? [She asks even though she knows the rules; surely, though, she's allowed to ask, to talk about things like that with her older brother? Right?]
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Magnus probably knows how to cook. Maybe he can teach us both.
[Alec could manage to make a meal but his talent seems to require taking strange, seemingly incomparable ingredients and making something tasty from them. In large quantities. The sheer amount of food he makes when he's not thinking about the process makes him wonder if he somehow forgot a few more siblings.]
They said I can have it back in a couple weeks. [Even if he does want Izzy's help figuring things out, he's not going to risk breaking the rules in public.] I think I'm a hunter of some kind. That'd explain the bow and knives.
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[She just can't quite help herself and she's already given up on stopping some of the things that want to come out of her mouth; it seems pointless to filter herself when she feels relatively confident no matter what's busting to come out. Somehow, this feels like it's just the type of relationship she has with her brother, anyway.
She has no idea if she's completely right, but it feels right to her, anyway.]
Well, that's good. Did they say why the wait or wave it off because you'll ultimately get it back? [She's pretty sure that question doesn't fall under the category of 'do not ask', afterall, it's not about the past past, just Alec's visit to the police station!] That would explain it, I suppose. [Izzy shrugs, if only because it doesn't quite sound familiar to her.]
Well, I'm obviously not a baker, I think we've figured that out. [Izzy picks a muffin up and taps it on the table, listening to the light thud the action causes.] If nothing else, anyway.
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[Whenever he thinks about it, it's in relation to the Law and something called the Clave that he hasn't figured out yet. And their parents, but they're still vague memories that Alec hasn't sorted out yet.]
It seems like the wait period is just town policy but - [He shrugs, glancing around to see if anyone might overhear.] it's stupid since either one of us could use baked goods for weapons.
[Knowing that any further comments about baking will hurt Izzy's feelings, Alec refrains from stating that no, she really shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen.] You're probably a hunter too, Iz. Or we both really like tattoos. Maybe we're in a biker gang. It'd explain the leather.
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[Izzy reaches out, squeezing her brother's arm with a warm smile. She supports Alec no matter what. The fact that he's gay really doesn't bother her, not in the least, because it doesn't change anything, he's the same person no matter what.
Izzy can't quite keep her snicker back at Alce's glace around before he comments on how capable they both seem to be. He isn't wrong.] I guess they can't bend the rules just because we can manage with or witout. [Izzy shrugs before tossing the muffin back in place, avoiding making eye contact with her brother for a moment because she isn't quite sure that she is a hunter.
She doesn't remember using arrows or hunting anything. Or riding a bike, though, the leather has already become an obvious thing, plus the tattoos.] I don't know about the hunter part. We definitely look like we could be part of a biker gang, but only a very stylish biker gang. [Izzy forces a bit of a grin at that.]
I don't remember using a bow, but I remember a whip. And some other stuff. [Stuff she's a little hesitant to share just because she's not sure what she's going to remember in relation to it...yet.]