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.
Justine || The Dresden Files
Her wrists are marked and her features appear too thin as she lies motionless in the hospital bed. There are no other marks on her pretty skin but obvious signs of stress and fatigue.
When Justine's eyes flutter open again she's calm, almost dream like in her manner.]
Hello? What happened. [Her voice is warm, sweet and fragile as if her earlier outburst had never occurred. Justine's head turns towards the machine to her left wondering what each substance is that's streaming into her veins.]
Bit by bit her mind pieces things together only to pause and push away the darker thoughts that teased the edge of her rationality.
Her fingers began to tremble violently as she reaches for the medicine that had been give to her by the hospital. She slips a pill between her lips and swallows. She begins to count the seconds. 1- 2- 3- And soon she feels the darkness retreat.
Justine exhales and opens her eyes to see the thick woods around her. She hadn't been paying attention to where she'd been going and she's now very lost. The screams didn't frighten her but what shadows lay in the woods just might.]
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Re: Justine || The Dresden Files
"Oh! I didn't see any---er, are you alright, miss?"
Billy, as he has come to find out he is named, is very bouncy, and curious, and concerned, well, about everyone. He volunteers at the hospital, and several places around town after school. And the rest of the time, he wanders, helping as he can, hoping each time he will find the person who will unlock his past, and the reasons a word lurks just outside his mind's grasp. A single magic word.
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She slipped the medicine back into her pocket before turning to face the boy with a softer expression. Justine had a weakness for children and she knew it.
"I'm fine. Thank you." Her tone was soft and kind. "What are you doing out here?"
He's just a young boy. She couldn't imagine that he'd be the source of that scream from earlier. Her head canted to the side spilling midnight hair over her thin shoulder as her dark eyes looked him over.
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"Oh me? I heard some noise and was trying to find what caused it. Seemed like a good idea, but I got lost, and then somehow turned around, and then I ran into you. I was thinking instead of going to the ice cream store and making a chocolate ecstasy shake. Wanna come along?" Billy might just be a little bouncy.
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He watched with silverish eyes as the girl flailed, bled and was sedated. He could almost smell the madness on her and it made the hunger in his stomach flare before she passed out into a restful sleep. When they were alone, he gingerly left the hospital bed, ignoring the cold air and floor under his bare feet to get a good look at his roommate.
She was lovely. Dark hair, sweetly set features, lithe limbs. Beautiful. The set of her face pained him, as if he should know her, but he couldn't recall her name, where he knew her. A different kind of pain rattled him and Thomas stepped back towards his bed in confusion before her eyes opened. And then she spoke as if she was a sweet but hollow doll.]
A car accident. It seems as if they're common here. [He places a hand against the nearly superfluous bandage around his temple.] It's why I'm stuck in this hospital too.
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The man looking at her is familiar though she can't place where she might have met him. The curve of his jaw is angular and hard but smooth as if sculpted from stone. His dark hair accents the curve of his neck, bringing out the pale complexion of his skin. Then there are his eyes, deep, bright and complicated. Justine finds herself reading those eyes, as if it's a story written exclusively for her. A familiar tug pulls at her thoughts and then calms before Justine is able to identify what it is.
She isn't afraid and finds herself draw towards him.]
I see. Do I- [She pauses, her teeth worrying at her lower lip.] Do I know you?
[Justine pushes herself up and into a seated position, leaning her entire frame towards him. A name balances unspoken on her lips.]