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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Napoleon Solo || The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
ii. What's your cover?
iii. Just desserts?
iii.
After dumping her horrendous baked goods, Izzy finds herself wandering to look at the various other tables. It's not exactly easy to fight away the jealousy, or the pout that is trying to work it's way to her face. She really didn't think her bakking would turn out bad.
It's the cupcakes that catch her eye first; they're gorgeous...and not only in comparison to her's, but to everyones.] You know, I'm pretty sure that everyone here can bake except me and it's giving me the urge to smash some cupcakes. [Iz notes conversationally with a bit of a pout, but the uplift of the corners of her mouth show that it's no more than a joke, mostly. She wouldn't actually follow through with it, anyway.
The man manning the table she notes just afterward, offering him a smile after her probably lame joke.] These are particularly stylish, though. [She points at the dainty treats.] Did you make them or are you the handsome face selling them for someone else?
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He somehow manages to sound completely sincere.]
I'm flattered you think so. I like to cook, thought I'd try my hand at baking. But don't judge them til you've tried one.
[His smile is absolute confidence as he picks up one of the more fancily wrapped tiramisu cupcakes and offers it to her.]
On the house. Or as payment for your protection of my fragile cupcakes from rogue smashing. [That might have been a wink.]
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I'll reserve a little bit of judgement. [Izzy winks, playfully.] But as far as visual appeal when I'm walking by to shop...you've definitely got a leg up here.
[The laugh escapes before she can bother to hold it back.] I guess I should have threatened more baked goods if it gets me free cupcakes as payment. [The mirth is written all over her voice as she reaches for the offered cupcake and takes it gently.] I'm Isabelle, by the way.
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Napoleon Solo, at your service.
[It feels strange, somehow, just introducing himself normally, interacting with others without a narrower purpose. But his smiles look sincere, and he's for all intents and purposes enjoying himself.]
It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabelle. Do you think there's anything I could improve on?
[He waits a moment before gesturing to the cupcake, just in case she had any other ideas...]
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Izzy likes! And she's definitely curious now.]
Definitely a pleasure. [With the prompting, the petite woman takes a dainty bite of the cupcake, tilting her head and moving her eyes upward thoughtfully as she chews. It tastes great. Once she's finished, she runs her tongue over her lips to be sure that she hasn't made a complete mess of herself.] I don't have any points to improve on, but I'm also not a very good baker.
[She laughs and grins at him.] They're tasty and they look good...can't really go wrong with that. You could spruce your table up so it matches the cupcakes and your impeccable sense of style a little more, but other than that.... [Izzy trails off purposefully and shrugs, taking another tiny bite of her treat.]
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For example his strong inclination toward an absence of a father-figure from as early as he can remember. And the memories of his father being here, in Wayward Pines, maybe estranged but not absent entirely.
Solo opens the door with a smile that freezes in place, but he gestures inside, the picture of hospitality, if hospitality was presented by a robot, maybe.]
Well this is... [neither unexpected nor a surprise, and not entirely unpleasant. Maybe:] good timing. Come in.
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I saw the light and I thought it might be nice.
[ He steps in and there's a shift towards pulling him into at least a half hug with one arm. ]