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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TEST DRIVE MEME
Max Lightwood | The Mortal Instruments
Max was one of the people who waited until he got released, not sure of what else to do. He doesn't think it's very helpful to just send someone out into the streets when they couldn't remember a lot of things, but when he brought that up, people didn't really want to talk about it.
He's wandered around for a bit, seeing if anything around might help him remember something, but no such luck. He does remember a few things though, one of them being he likes to read, so he eventually decides to find the bookstore. If he reads a lot, maybe being in the local bookstore would help trigger something.
You can either find him tapping you on the arm to get your attention and asking, "Do you know where the bookstore is...?" Or you can find him standing in front of the bookstore, looking up at the sign with a frown because it's still not bringing anything back.
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[Max knows people might scold him for talking about this, but that's still not going to stop him from asking, curious if anyone might know about one of the things he recalls. Hopefully he can just mask it by saying he read about it in a book if anyone does ask.]
Has anyone ever heard of nephilim fighting demons before?
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Unfamiliar memories forcefully flooded to the surface giving Clary a very sharp headache. It was of a different boy but they looked like they were the same age, with glasses that were too big for their face. The boy in her memory was grinning at a manga while trying to explain the reason why the characters were fighting. Another memory replaced the first where the two of them were sharing a blanket with a bowl of popcorn between them and cartoon figures running at each other on the screen. Most anime and manga plots were too convoluted for Clary to really understand them but then she remembered watching things in Japanese with Chinese subtitles, neither of which were languages she knew.
Pulling herself from her memories she stepped forward, looking between the kid and the store. "Hey. What are you looking at?" She asked a bit awkwardly, wanting to both talk to and run away from the young boy.
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"Yeah, are you looking to buy something else?"
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[Izzy isn't sure why her initial reaction to this is to...try and not talk about it in such an open and realistic way, but there you have it. That is her gut reaction. Followed very quickly by the curiosity: who is this and why are they asking? Where is this coming from?
Either way her instinct is to trivialize and to head this off. Weird.]
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I remember my family fights things like demons.
[Actually just... straight up demons but that probably sounds weird so he says 'like' instead.]
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So you're from a family of cops? [Because this is sounding a little bit too familiar to her, eerily so. In a bad way, considering the posters not to talk about the fast and the Stepford-ness.] What's your name, who is this?
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I guess you could say that.
I'm Max Lightwood.
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Where are you?
[By the angel, child, why are you talking about that in a public forum?]
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[That's another of the very few things he does remember - his siblings' names and faces.]
I'm in the library.
[He was trying to find anyone who might know what he was talking about! He also remembers he's nephilim and that his family hunts demons so he was wondering if there might be any other shadowhunters here.]
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From a distance, the boy looked like Max. As he drew closer, Alec expected to find some detail that was wrong but instead, he had to stop, almost shaking as he realized that the child didn't look similar. He was Max.
Strange, incomprehensible thoughts kept him frozen. Demons and hearts' desires and... This can't be real.
Slowly, he moved toward the boy that shouldn't be Max but looked so much like him that Alec couldn't understand how it could be possible. Swallowing hard, he told himself to be calm. Keep his voice steady so that he didn't frighten the boy. "Is your name Max?"
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So when he heard someone ask if his name was Max and he turned to see who it was, his expression lit up in hopeful recognition. "Alec! I remember you! You're my brother Alec, right?"
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No matter how afraid he was to believe what was in front of him, he couldn't let his brother notice anything except how happy Alec was to see him. Kneeling down, he smiled at Max. "Yeah, I am. I remember you too, Max, but my memory's been fuzzy for a few weeks so I wasn't sure if it really was you." If Max noticed anything different, hopefully that would explain why Alec seemed so lost as he tried to comprehend how this could happen. "Izzy's here too."
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[At least he's pretty sure it is... if he could remember all of it.]
I like reading stuff like that.
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is that a new fantasy series, or are you referring to biblical apocrypha?
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Fantasy.
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