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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Plus saying it, at all, feels familiar. His personality doesn't hurt that either. He's definitely more outgoing than her brother is, but somehow Izzy can believe that would be good for him.] I'll definitely believe you on that one. [Somehow she thinks it applies for more than just one area; it feels applicable to her own life too, but focusing too hard on that does give her a little bit of a headache.
Shaking off the concern, Izzy offers one of her charming smiles.] I'm fine, I got all checked over and they just told me to rest and not to worry. [She's still not crazy about the instructions, but in this case they are helpful to relay so that nobody she cares about will worry about her. She doesn't want to cause that.] I was released and given the all clear, I've been to the police station to pick up my things and everything already, nothing to worry about.
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Frowning softly, he pats her hand where it's resting against his bicep. He'll have to refrain from asking her too many questions, knowing from experience how little that did to help the recovery process. At least she would have her brother to guide her through everything, and Magnus if he was able.]
Telling a Lightwood to rest is akin to telling the wind not to blow, but I'm glad to hear you didn't sneak out of the hospital before you were discharged. [Grinning, he guided her around a corner that would set them on a straight path to the house he shared with Alec.] You might be surprised how calming this town is, though. After all, it inspired your brother and me to settle down.
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[Most of the people that Izzy has seen have definitely conformed to a much more tame style. She won't go so far as feeling they're boring, though. Izzy respects the fact that people have the right to choose. She's still noticed that, though.
Izzy gives Magnus a reassuring smile after he pats her hand. She doesn'tlike the idea that he's worrying about her.]
That's true. [Izzy laughs a bit, shaking her head because she definitely wouldn't sneak out, not in this case, anyway.] I'd never sneak out, though. I'm not Jace. [The name spills out without much thought. Her adoptive brother, the blonde that Alec and she were so close with. She hadn't actively thought about him yet, but know it's easy to just pluck his name and behavior out; it's a little insane how memories work that way....just coming to her.] Maybe if I give it time I'll get there. I will give it credit for settling Alec down, though. As long as the two of you are happy this place has done something great.
[Izzy squeezes Magnus' arm slightly, a smile on her face because her brother's happiness is very important to her.]
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Turning his attention back to Izzy, Magnus raised an eyebrow at the name. Jace. Why did that ring a bell? There were still parts of his life missing, and the more that filled in the more he wondered if somehow he had been given memories that weren't his; how could he have memories of a time before modern electricity?] Jace, your brother.
We're very happy, here. Disgustingly so. [But he says it with a bright grin that shows he doesn't agree that their life here is anything short of miraculous.] You know, Alec had just been suggesting we invite you to stay with us.
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Nobody has a right to really say anything as far as Izzy's concerned; she just knows Alec has faced too much of that already. He deserves to be left alone to just be happy and content for a while.] And, it's better to stand out than blend in, anyway.
[That's, pretty obviously, Izzy's philosophy. She doesn't even question that for a moment. She feels comfortable with people looking at her, she's not sure if Magnus feels the same, but she can encourage either way.
Nodding, Izzy grins.] Exactly, I'm not my brother. Any of them, for the record. [Izzy winks, jokingly.]
Disgustingly? Say no more, then, I don't want the details, but I'm happy for the both of you. [A part of Izzy can feel that, somewhere buried deep, she wishes for something like what they have. Obviously she's not married, considering the lack of a ring, and she's pretty sure that'd be something she'd remember.] I beat him to it, so I guess we think a little more alike than either of us thought about.