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.
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He walked with her as they talked, and he liked it.
"Sure, I mean, maybe they can't, but it kind of felt like it." It made him sigh, how much he didn't know.
"Questions? Oh, like about my past."
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Her head tilted to the side, spilling dark silky waves over her shoulder. "Do you know who you want to be?"
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"Yes. I want to help people. I'm going to see if they have a program at the hospital for trying to learn medical work." He smiled warmly, eyes on the distance. Some part of him knew medicine, though he didn't know how he did.
"I want to make the world a better place."
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"I think you'd be very good at it."
Justine pushed her black hair back only to have it fall back in her face. "Where is this place we're going too?"
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"Yay!
"That way, come on." He smiled to her and waved down the road.
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"And humble too." She felt herself smile at him though the grin didn't quite reach her eyes. He was too pure and she almost felt bad for him. She didn't want the world to taint that purity.
"Do you know what you want?" Justine didn't have much money but she thought it only right that she paid for him. He was helping her, in more ways that he knew and all he had to do was be himself.
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"I'm just me. What do I have to be all proud n stuff about?" He shrugged.
He walked with a purpose, and glanced at her with hope. "I do. Do you know what you want, my friend?"
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He had mentioned a chocolate shake before but Justine wasn't sure if she wanted chocolate. Then again, what girl didn't like chocolate. "I think I'll go with your earlier suggestion. I believe it was a chocolate ecstasy milk shake? I might have miss remembered though." She looked over at him, waiting for him to correct her.
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"That is the name. A personal creation. Trust me, you'll like it." And he led the way.
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"I don't doubt you." She replied easily, following behind him. Justine walked with a decisive gate, her chin held high, though there was something in her manner that make her appear delicate and fragile. Much like how a doll might look sitting on a shelf.
[ooc: Random change in PB as I work on her app!]
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"You're pretty cool for a random stranger, you know?" Billy smiled, glad he had met her. She seemed like she could totally be a good friend.
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"My name's Justine." It was the first step to being more than strangers. "And thank you."
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"You're welcome. I always find that sometimes you meet the best of people just randomly along the path of your life." he raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
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"I do." Justine didn't know why she agreed but a small voice inside of her told her that it was true. Those people met along their path. They were important, though to varying degrees.
When they got to the place Justine paused for a moment, staring at the visage as if she was trying to remember it. When nothing came to mind she followed Billy inside.
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That was something all too rare.
He trooped inside the ice cream shoppe and after a word with the manager, was soon sitting on a stool, mixing things. So much chocolate went in, and then was handed over to be blended.
A few minutes later, there were two towering glasses of brilliantly dark brown ice cream shakes presented to them, with chocolate whipped cream on top.
"Here we go!" Billy paid, then nodded. "My treat!"
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"Shouldn't I be treating you?" Justine didn't remember ever paying for anything. It was an odd thing not to remember and yet it felt right for her to offer for me.
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He grinned at her. "YOu can treat next time."
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Justine's expression relaxed and she smiled. "Next time." He was right in a way but Justine didn't think it was such an important thing to argue or fight. Instead she enjoyed the rich chilled flavors of the milk shake and then wishing that it was a bit warmer outside.