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test drive meme, may 2017

TEST DRIVE MEME

There was an accident. The details are hazy and obscure, but it's still the first thing you remember. Maybe a car wreck — metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. Maybe something less mundane, even impossible seems to have happened to you. You can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can truly remember.

It's also the last thing you remember from before waking up.

When you open your eyes, the accident is gone. Instead, you're in a hospital bed, and the nursing staff greet you with cheerful smiles.

Don't worry, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here. Where is here? Why, home in Wayward Pines, of course!

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.)

option two
INTO THE WOODS

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
TRACK AND FIELD DAY

With the current school semester coming to a close and summer vacation on the horizon, school administrators have elected to end the year on a high note with an invigorating Track and Field Day at the park, in order to better foster fitness and health in the children (outside of their government mandated physical education classes, anyway).

The event is, of course, open to the community at large, whether you have a current affiliation with the school or not. Because, well, everyone could stand to get up off their couches for an afternoon of running around in the sun. Or, in the case of residents with a particular sun allergy, under the shaded tarp canopies that dot the field here and there with healthy snacks, drinks, and some of the less expansive games available today (such as, oh, a nice sedate beanbag toss).

Wayward Pines thrives on the inclusion of all varieties of people, after all. Even those that aren't, strictly speaking, people at all.

All of the most recognizable games are available, of course: sack races, relay races, three-legged races, any sort of race you can think of, really; flag football and dodgeball with soft spongy balls to keep anyone from getting too competitive (the school nurse is on hand just in case though); a massive tug-of-war rope that spans nearly the entire field; and water balloon and blanket tosses. If you're not too sure what the latter is you can ask Linda at the makeshift juice bar and she'll be all too glad to explain for you.

Actually, on second thought, don't ask Linda anything. Don't give her the satisfaction.

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), 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!

( a few notes )

Welcome to our fourth 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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Not to spoil anything, but... I think he ends up going away and they're all glad they don't have to live together anymore. There's a lot tied up into it.

[ Pretty good storytelling, but the question itself is absolutely revealing. He's only remembering bits and pieces of the story and intuiting the rest but hopefully Harry's improving life is considered a good thing by this kid. ]

Hm. [tobias hums again, dubious, and snaps up a fry in his hand in much the same motion as a bird snapping food up into its beak, rubbing the salt crystals from his fingertips after.]

If there's alien lawyers in this book too, I'm leaving.

[ Okay, that's weirdly cute. His lips twitch and he shakes his head when the question sinks in. ]

No, I don't think aliens show up. Dare I ask?

[tobias shrugs (then attempts the motion a few more times, like a scientist testing a hypothesis) face blank when he answers.]

My dad was sort of important and they wanted to make sure I wasn't important too.

Important to... aliens?

[ He says it carefully, tentatively, like he doesn't have to answer if he doesn't want to. The book in his hand shifts as if to draw back attention to it — they can go back to turning pages if he wants. ]

Yeah. [tobias says plainly, and then, as he actually reaches across cain to turn the page himself, adds:]

He was an alien.

[ It's a very pleasant surprise and he makes sure his hand isn't in the way, thumb moving only to hold the new page in place. ]

That must've been pretty weird.

[he shakes his head softly, speaks softly.] Sad, mostly.

[he turns another page.] I got to meet him once before he died, at least.

[ Whoops. He turns his attention at least partway to the reading so he won't miss anything. That was his bad. ]

Yeah... Better than nothing. Sorry for your loss.

I already cried about it. [tobias tells him firmly. and even if he was going to cry about it again, he's certainly not going to do that in front of anyone.

especially a complete stranger.] And I still have Ax. [he turns another page.]

[ See, he'd help with the "stranger" thing but he's got a problem of his own in that regard... ]

That friend you mentioned earlier? Good. Not trying to pry or anything, just... adults get worried about kids, it kinda happens even if we don't want it to. You seem fine on your own.

Ax is my uncle, I guess. We haven't really talked about it yet.

[tobias pauses pointedly in his reading for the first time since they've started talking about distinctly uncomfortable topics and cocks his head like a bird in cain's direction to stare at him.]

Not about me, they don't.

[ He just looks at him back fairly plainly. ]

Yeah, 'cause you're usually a bird. But you're not right now, so I guess I'll have to make up for lost time.

I wasn't always a bird. [tobias points out with a carefully articulated roll of his eyes before returning to the book to almost immediately turn the page.]

I've been a missing kid for ages and the only ones to notice so far were evil alien brain slugs.

[ He goes quiet for a moment, reading the page in that quick instant, then tilts his gaze back to the kid. So the aliens are brain slugs. Okay. That's fine. Sure. ]

Then those are terrible adults. Your skittishness makes more sense now, but—thanks for giving me the chance.

I mostly just came for the food and the book. [tobias tells him bluntly.]

You listen more than other adults though.

[another page.]

I'll take that. Pretty sure I've had a lot of practice at that part, anyway.

[ He shifts the book again, bit of a better angle for the kid than for himself. He can crane his own neck. Getting the chance for a next time is going to be his priority once they part. ]

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