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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[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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[So, now they're only missing Jace it would seem. Because there's no way a kid talking about this subject along with that name isn't her little brother. And she's not sure if him being here is a bad or a terrible thing.]
Okay, stay put, mischief. I'll meet you in the library and we'll talk about the book buddy thing and stuff.
[And the fact that he really shouldn't be talking about this sort of thing where just anybody can come across it either. They have to be careful, even if itall doesn't make complete sense to her right now, she knows...and it feels ingrained that this is something they don't say outright. Plus, here with the notices...you don't outright talk about just anything, anyway. Particularly the past.]
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Okay, I'll go wait out on the front steps.
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[How did she manage to miss Max showing up? And how did he wind up here? She knows she didn't bring him...or at least she doesn't think she did. In fact, she felt guilt for leaving him behind with their parents, she's pretty sure. Or maybe she's filling in blanks because her memories aren't quite in-tact yet?
Either way Max being here, of all places, is a surprise. And Izzy knows she has to get to the library. Family is pretty much everything, after all. She can't just leave her little brother on the front steps of the library waiting and unsupervised.
Izzy books it to the library, plastering one of her usual reassuring smiles on as she makes her way up the steps to meet up with Max. Looks like the vast majority of their family is in Wayward Pines now?]
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He lifts his head up when he sees someone approaching and he looks a little bit more relieved when he recognizes his sister, but still troubled as he gets to his feet.]
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Still, she manages to keep her smile in place. She doesn't want Max to worry. She can't quite help the urge to take care of him. She is his older sister, even if she isn't the oldest of the three of them. She stops once she's close enough to reach out and smooth his hair out a little bit with sisterly affection.] What've you got there, Handsome?
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He hesitates before holding out the piece of paper to her.] Somebody stopped by and gave me this, said I wasn't supposed to talk about the past... I don't get it. Am I... Am I not even supposed to talk about how you're my...? [He trails off, because he doesn't really want to get in trouble again. But he remembers her; he's positive she's his sister. Why is there a stupid rule about not talking about the past? It's so dumb. It's not like they can remember much anyway, which makes the whole thing even more weird and suspicious to him.]
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She doesn't want him to worry.] You can talk about the fact that I'm your sister, Max. That's okay. This town is just a little....quirky when it comes to talking about the past in more detail. [She's definitely doing what she can to help here, even if she, like her little brother, thinks that it is stupid.]
It's a little complicated, and I won't pretend that I know the reasoning behind it, but it's not so bad. [She holds up the pamphlet Max was given that is still in her hand.] This was just give to try and help you, I think. We can talk more about it with Alec and Magnus. That sound okay?