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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"Yeah." She agreed easily to Isabelle's comment about not breaking laws. Clary didn't want to be chased down by the police for talking about the past when they weren't supposed too. It seemed silly but it was important.
Clary set their pace since her legs were a little bit shorter than Isabelle and the added height from her heels. "I work at the shelter but it's attached to a cafe were the cats are often hanging out and waiting for attention. I figured we could talk more there if you wanted." Cats were very therapeutic. "I'm still getting the hang of things, catching up in school and stuff. Everyone here has been nice though and mostly understanding about the memory loss thing."
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"I think I'm patient, so I can wait until we get there." Izzy's tone is teasing, mainly because she's actually not completely certain about that patient part. Now, though, she feels as if she can handle the wait from here to there. After all, Clary is the first person that has taken more than just polite time to address her.
"Well, considering it happens so often they must be used to it, by this point." Izzy shrugs, a perfect eyebrow lifting in curiosity, though. "School....college or high school?" Izzy can't quite imagine having memory loss while attending either of the institutions. So, she has a moment of happiness that she's not attending either herself.
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"Do you not remember if you have a job or are in school?" Clary figured that asking specific questions might help Isabelle remember. It had helped her when she was trying to find out more about herself.
She was patent, waving for Isabelle to turn off main street and then point out to a store front a little ways down. "There's the cafe."
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"Oh, I'm definitely out of school." The answer to that piece of the question comes out without a moment of hesitation. However, that wasn't an answer to the job part of the question, at the same time. Did she have a job? She couldn't remember a title, a place, or function, but somehow Izzy knew that she had a job, one that left her feeling fulfilled and that was important to her. "I'm sure that I do have a job." The petite woman guessed, lips pursed in thought. "It's still a little bit fuzzy, but I remember heels and pencil skirts." And crime scenes, though she's not exactly ready to put that out there; she's not quite sure...what she does. "And that I do something that is important and helps people. Or at least, I think it is." It almost seems funny to say that considering the dark tattoos on her skin, but she trusts her instincts at the same time.
"That's easy enough to find." Izzy notes, curiosity on her face as they approach the cafe.
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She listened and nodded her head as Isabelle roughly explained her work. "I'm sure you'll remember or maybe someone will remind you. I've found that wandering around town has helped me remember." It's been slow going but each day Clary remembers a little bit more. Some of her memories don't make sense but she hopes that they'll eventually connect and make more sense in the future.
Clary pushed the door of the cafe and walked straight to the back to put down her things. There were a lot of cats gathered around them and it looked like the cafe area was empty for now. "Do you want anything to eat? We have salads and smoothies mostly." She pointed to a small menu on the wall. "The cats know not to go on the tables but the menu was selected so that if the cats ate food of the floor they'd be fine." So it was a limited menu.
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"And I'll have to strut around town a little more in my fabulous shoes." Izzy jokes, a bit of amusement pulling at her lips; it hasn't escaped her notice that her particular style isn't exactly a common thread through the people that she's run into and seen thus far. If wandering the town might help with her memories,t hough, there's no question that she's going to do it. Following Clary into the cafe, Izzy peers around at the cats gathering, taking care not to accidentally step on any of the petite paws. "You know, a smoothie would be nice, you have any sugestions as to which is the tastiest?"
Gracefully, Izzy moves to lower herself to the ground, running her fingers over the head of a couple of the cats that managed to get in close to her ankles. The movement causes her serpent bracelet to slide down, resting against her hand, but she doesn't tink anything of it. It feels natural, so she must wear this all the time. Or, at least, that's the sense that she gets. "Smart menu, though, considering the animals." Looking up at Clary, Izzy can't help but wonder if they knew one another...at least in passing. There's a, sort of, comfort in being around the other woman that she can't actually explain.
So, maybe more time will lead her to answers? She hopes, anyway.
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With a bob of her head she stepped towards the back area where there was a small kitchen the cats couldn’t get to. At this point Clary was very skilled at walking around them.
"Yeah. I really like the banana, pineapple one." It was rather tropical without any berries outside of the fruit juice that they put in with all their smoothies. "That okay?"
Clary had the same feeling about Isabelle though she didn’t remember having that many girl friends. Her best friend was a boy and most of her friends otherwise were from art class or Jack’s friends. She didn’t remember much of anyone else but then there were still pieces missing in her memories. She’d been here a month and it has yet to become much more clear. It was annoying, despite the fact that Clary managed to lead a relatively normal life.
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"So, you said that there are a lot of accidents around here...and that wandering around helped you. When did you have an accident? Was it recent?" Her tone is conversational because Izzy knows how to speak unassumingly, to get information out of other people. Though, she's not sure exactly how she knows she's good at this particular thing. It doesn't really matter that much, though. It could just be something that is a part of her personality, after all. That's come naturally.
"Did you remember your accident?" Izzy reaches up to idly tuck some of her hair behind her ears, casually.
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"You're welcome. I'm-" She paused to form the words and then nodded. "Usually happy to help." She had her limits like most people but she knew the disorientation and didn't really wish that on anyone.
"About a month ago? I don't remember it but I think I was in the car with my aunt Pep." She spoke as if it was the most normal situation. It didn't sound right but it made sense which was enough to be accepted within the blank expanse of Clary's memories. Memory loss was a common thing it seemed, maybe there was something in the water.
Finishing up the smoothie she stepped over to Izzy and held it out to her. "Here and it's on the house this time."
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Leaning up against the nearest surface, Izzy's eyes continue to follow Clary's practiced movements. She's not sure that she's going to remember the order. Or that she needs to, but it just feels like the thing to do. "So, pretty recent, then, wow..." Bringing a hand up to push her hair back again, Izzy tilts her head. "Was your aunt all right?" She isn't sure if she knows the aunt, or the girl herself, but Izzy can't quite help the caring follow-up question before reaching out to take her smoothie with a charming smile.
"Thank you, that's sweet. I will have to come back some time so I can actually give you money next time, then." Izzy winks before picking up a straw from a dispenser, popping it into her cup, and lifting the cup to take a sip. Once she's gotten enough of a taste the shadowhunter gives an appreciative nod, swallowing her drink and giving an 'a-okay' gesture. "This was definitely the right choice!"
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Clary didn't know for sure. Waking up here had been such a shock. She hadn't even realized that she had an aunt until she'd accidentally hit Pepper in the head with a crumbled up piece of a paper. Drawing was something she knew, it resonated deep with in her soul. She didn't always understand what she knew but it let her get the images and feelings out of her head. At times, she wondered if her mind was trying to tell her something but when she thought about it too long it sounded very silly.
"I will look forward to it. That and who doesn't want to sit around and give all of their attention to a bunch of cats." She smiled down at the cats around her only to lean over and scratch a tabby of them affectionately beneath the chin.
At Isabelle's praise Clary's smile grew. She didn't understand why but it felt good to get that sort of reaction out of the dark haired girl. "I'm glad! I haven't tried them all yet but it's on a lengthy to do list of mine." She laughed and shook her head. "You know. That list of stuff to do before you die." Clary was pretty sure that everyone had one.