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.)
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.
it counts if you ~~~believe~~~
I'll bring another one next time. Two? That might be too many at once.
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Next time?
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[ He shrugs, turns his attention to the rest of the park and stretches himself out pretty languidly from where he sits. ]
It's nice to get out every now and then, and company's nicer besides. But if you don't feel like a snack every time, that's cool, too.
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he misses those quiet moments with ax and rachel too, and while this guy definitely isn't either of them he's hardly the worst human tobias has come into contact with either.]
... maybe. [is the quiet answer he eventually settles on.] If the book's any good, I guess.
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[ He can read on his own time, but whatever he brings out here isn't going to be for him. Not directly. ]
You wanna start?
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I'll have to turn back into a bird soon though. [just in case cain forgot about the whole two hour time limit.]
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That's fine. You can still read like that.
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after a moment he hums, takes a sip of his drink and tells cain:] Done.
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You can turn the page yourself when you're done if you want.
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] done. [and then reaching down to fish out the fries that cain brought, quickly settling into eating those as well with an admirable sort of single-mindedness.]
I don't want to get any food on the book. [tobias says between bites.] I read pretty quickly anyway, it's not like I had any control over how quickly people turned pages when I would fly overhead.
Human eyes make it a little bit harder but I'm fine. [he also doesn't want to push his trust into reaching across cain just yet, this is more than close enough for now.]
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I bought it, so you won't be damaging anything worth anything. Not like a library book or something. Fair about the flying, though, that must have been tough.
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but then he gets to the end of the page and can't help frowning at some of the narrative points of the opening that manage to hit just a little too close to home.]
Are all aunts and uncles like this. [he demands, a touch irritably.]
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They're supposed to be terrible. He'll be leaving them behind soon.
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[it's such a simple question, really, but oh so revealing nonetheless.]
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[ 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. ]
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If there's alien lawyers in this book too, I'm leaving.
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No, I don't think aliens show up. Dare I ask?
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My dad was sort of important and they wanted to make sure I wasn't important too.
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[ 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. ]
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He was an alien.
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That must've been pretty weird.
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[he turns another page.] I got to meet him once before he died, at least.
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Yeah... Better than nothing. Sorry for your loss.
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especially a complete stranger.] And I still have Ax. [he turns another page.]
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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.
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