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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] bumfuckidaho2017-06-17 08:38 am
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test drive meme, june 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
FOURTH OF JULY

If there's one thing to be said for Wayward Pines it's the town's resilience and staunch refusal to give up on the image of a picturesque little town, and July 4th this year has the community putting it's best foot forward in this regard with its annual 4th of July picnic and fireworks spectacular.

To hear anyone (Linda) familiar with the town talk (complain), this year is a much more sedate affair than any of the years prior, but in a lot of ways today is a very good opportunity for people to reconnect with their neighbors; chat quietly at a table, share a recipe, play some catch, or argue with Jerry over the proper way too cook a burger. Jerry never listens, of course, but thankfully the whole event is a pot luck so there are plenty of other, far more edible options for those with a more... discerning palate.

The day passes pleasantly, and the night? The night brings the fireworks. A beautiful cascade of bright colors and lights in the sky. Sparklers are handed out like party favors while everyone is strongly encouraged to play safe by a long-suffering and weary looking sheriff. After all, the town has had quite enough excitement by this point, don't you think?


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 fifth 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.
latrodectus: (десять)

[personal profile] latrodectus 2017-06-19 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a moment for his face to crystalize, for the lines to become familiar. Her face is placid as a lake. Then it turns. Her eyes narrow. Some part of her, her left arm, maybe, wants to reach out. But she doesn't. ]

James?

[ What the hell is he doing here? ]
motherofnemesis: (what: oh gosh that's cool)

3

[personal profile] motherofnemesis 2017-06-19 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ From nearby there's a cough that sounds just a little bit like it might be an attempt to smother amusement and play it off, and then Max gives up on subtlety or anything and just lets herself have the small laugh slash snort of amusement. ]

If someone actually manages to do that, I hope I'm there for it. That would take some pretty talented idiocy.

[ She's not really lurking, exactly, but she's not made much of an effort to become joined into the mixture of people either, hands in her pockets as she watches instead of participates. But the twist of one side of her mouth into a half smile at Jessica seems genuine enough, even if she's still watching the people around them more. ]

It'd be a hell of a way to go.
motherofnemesis: (what: looking up)

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[personal profile] motherofnemesis 2017-06-19 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not a very verbose response, brief directions presumably to a bar, and only three words more. ]

The Irish Sunset.
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max kearney | oc

[personal profile] motherofnemesis 2017-06-19 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
2.

[ She doesn't fully know where the instinct comes from that tells her to above all bide her time, to assess first and act later, to nod and at least feign a confused acceptance as they talk to her. There are only a few things she knows for certain right now, so she will trust in her instincts for the time being and sign the paperwork, taking back her clothes. (There's blood. She remembers why. You should be dead, something inside her tells her, and she knows that to be truer than anything surrounding her right now.)

When she walks out, it is not with any faith that she has been in actuality released. There are many kinds of prisons, and the hardest to get out of are the ones that try to pretend they are not a prison at all. This feels too much like a trick for her to trust that that is not what it is.

Still, the only way is forward, so she carries her jacket slung over her arm, does her best to look less like she's wearing an outfit that's supposed to have tactical armor outfitted to it, and starts exploring. Not asking any overt questions - not after those signs everywhere - but she can push just a little, just enough to see what she might be able to get with her empathy.

The scream, faint as it is, is all that it takes to send her heading away from town at a fast clip, searching for what might provide answers.

The fence is something of an answer. It is an affirmation to the question of prison, but it's the slow muting of her empathy that tumbles out the ground from beneath her. As soon as she realizes what's happening she's backing away, the quiet reserve from her meandering in town rapidly tearing to shreds, equilibrium fading into dizzying wrong.

If she runs into anyone while she's trying to back away rapidly but still keep an eye on the fence, like it might at any moment sprout chains, there's no apology, her words rushed, not frantic but with an edge to them. ]


It's not safe, get back. Get out. [ The second part is hard to tell whether it's directed at the fence or her newfound companion. ]

3

[ She's not precisely mingling, but not standing so actively aloof as to draw attention to it either, just meandering around the edges, sometimes sitting in a circle of people without much contribution. Still, even to someone trying to stay out of focus Linda is getting to be something of an irritation, and it's one of those instances where she snaps out one of her few contributions to the conversations of the evening. ]

Well maybe you should have let me do the damn fireworks, and then we could have blown up the town.

[ Not that she really means blowing up the whole town, right? Of course not.

For a surprisingly large part of the evening she can be found helping some of the younger kids with their sparklers, making sure that they're holding them right. And if some of the fireworks she's helping them set off seem -- bigger, say -- than the rest, well. You can't prove anything unless you're watching very, very carefully. ]
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[personal profile] officialwizard 2017-06-19 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry reacts immediately. His arms catch the seemingly slight woman, "No, harm done." He said with a chuckle, "Are you alright, miss?" He seemed to suddenly be on his best manners. After all, there was a woman in presumable distress.
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[personal profile] sleepdart 2017-06-19 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't her first stint in the woods, and it's not the first time she's heard a scream like that. This time, it's not the screamer she's looking for.

As soon as this new arrival is in sight between the trees, Ana makes a beeline for her. She can tell she's been out too far, she sees that distinctive stagger. She's at her side in a moment with a surprising strength to her frame, and makes to shrug her way under one of Max's arms to lend some support.
]

I don't think I need to advise that you give the fence a good berth. [ It sounds a little wry; a voice that would scold if scolding were needed. ]
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[personal profile] motherfucked 2017-06-19 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it might be an urban legend. [ Jessica tilts her head toward the stranger. A small gesture. Not exactly friendly, but not offputting either. ]

But I dunno. [ She takes a sip out of something in the red solo cup she's holding. ] People are really dumb.
futureserialkiller: (Your city lies in dust my friend)

4, UN: carlgrimes

[personal profile] futureserialkiller 2017-06-19 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Avocado on toast is really a thing?

[ As a teenager going to the local school, all he's seen were demerits and detention given out. But despite being labeled as "that weird kid" or, in more elaborate terms, "that weird kid who definitely killed someone, look at his face, man", Carl is actually well-behaved.

To a point, anyway. ]
Edited 2017-06-19 15:49 (UTC)
angelic_archer: (Everything is weird)

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[personal profile] angelic_archer 2017-06-19 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Even though Alec knew the 'Hell's Bells' wasn't literal or even related to the kinds of things he'd seen in the past, it still earned an arched eyebrow of amusement and a slightly wary expression. When you lived with someone who could conjure demons and knew that Hell really existed...

"I didn't know people had funerals for cell phones." He probably wouldn't think that Alec's 'joke' wasn't funny but he was used to people rarely understanding his attempts at humor. Moving to one of the coolers, he pulled a beer from the ice, offering it to... He had no idea. Wasn't the amnesia supposed to be getting better? "I might be able to help with the answers."
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[personal profile] bambithedestroyer 2017-06-19 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thanks, Alice. If you wanted someone to lash out at you and be combative, that someone is surprisingly not Margo. Not with Alice. Not after what she did. Remorse and guilt don't come as easily to Margo anymore, but she feels it full force knowing she wronged someone that could have been a friend.

Her expression is indecipherable as always. A mask of cold, calculated indifference that keeps people guessing, usually giving her the upper hand. She looks Alice over, feeling a budding concern that she doesn't dare project.]


Well, in that case, we should probably ditch him and have some fun while he runs around frantically looking for you. He'll do that angry scurrying thing he does, it'll be great. Come on.

[She does smile now. Small, but genuine as she reaches out to take Alice by the wrist.]
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[personal profile] bambithedestroyer 2017-06-19 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooooh, did I strike a nerve? Is personal space an issue? I'm sorry, I'll try harder to keep my hands to myself.

[She smirks, playfully biting the tip of her fingernail as she appraises the little chink in his armor. This could be fun, needling at the same spot until the huffy man breaks down and cries like a widdle baby.

Regal? Check. Evil? Got that covered, too. No wonder she reminds him of Regina. Her sense of style is just as impeccable.]


I'm Margo.

[Her smirk gets wider and she takes a step forward, erasing that distance Jefferson tried to put between them. With a flip of her hair, she slides her hand up his arm as if she's just appreciating the fine tailoring of his sleeve.]

I don't like putting labels on things either. [Definitely not talking about clothes.]
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UN: Queenbitch

[personal profile] bambithedestroyer 2017-06-19 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Sweetie, I never exaggerate. I don't have to.

Lung capacity has nothing to do with it, I'll tell you that much.
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Re: 4

[personal profile] officialwizard 2017-06-19 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry nearly dropped the phone, only because he was literally holding it like it might explode. It hadn't. Yet.

"This thing will need one, probably." His voice was gruff, but the tall man seemed friendly enough. "Here lies this freakin' stupid piece of technology." Harry had a serious distrust of all tech things made after the 1940s.

He stepped closer to the young guy in front of him and stuck his hand out for a handshake, "Harry Dresden." He grinned, taking the beer with his other hand.
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[personal profile] conjuralvisit 2017-06-19 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
You know I specifically said no sass.
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[personal profile] conjuralvisit 2017-06-19 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Hannah.

Sounds fair. Usually I'd give some disclaimers here but shit's already so fucked up in this place that there's no godsdammned point.
motherofnemesis: (neutral: don't talk to me about that)

[personal profile] motherofnemesis 2017-06-19 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The support is not unwelcomed, though as soon as she receives it she is working to ensure that she can stand on her own, to regain the clarity driven from her with the sudden shock of suppression.

When she answers, it's quiet and subdued, spoken with effort but not as forced. There's something to be said for sturdy arms and the knowledge of not being alone. A true appraisal of the person coming to her aid will take another minute, but there's a sense of strength that she can appreciate in the voice and arms.]


Not anymore. [ Pulling herself further upright, shaking her head to clear the sensation of cobwebs and clouds. Now her gaze is on Ana, and if it's still fogged somewhat with distance and time, there's a sharpness underlying it. ] You've tried?
motherofnemesis: (neutral: meet my eyes)

[personal profile] motherofnemesis 2017-06-19 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's an answering slow nod, another half laugh as Max swirls around whatever's in her own cup, doesn't take a drink yet but takes a purposefully slow look around them. ]

Truer things. [ She lifts her cup towards Jessica for a moment, takes a long sip now herself. ] It's an urban legend until someone proves it true. Maybe tonight is the lucky night.
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[personal profile] angelic_archer 2017-06-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Unsure of why the phone was so dangerous, or why the guy holding it was, Alec took the device, looking it over and deciding that it wasn't going to hex him.

"My kin would agree with that attitude." He still wasn't sure why they hadn't evolved past the Victorian era in most things... or why the tech in Wayward Pines was old even by Alec's standards.

Shaking Harry's hand, he tried to remember if he'd seen him before but there was a frustrating blank in his memory, just like when he'd 'met' Elsa and Cora. "Alec Lightwood-Bane. Did you just move to town or have you been here while?"
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[personal profile] sleepdart 2017-06-19 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She gives the young woman back her arm as soon as it looks like she won't be needing help, standing a little straighter again for herself. This newcomer recovers quickly. That's good, that's a necessary skill around here.

She half spreads both arms, a guilty as charged gesture.
]

I heard the same thing you did, and old habits die hard.

[ She's since learned that that kind of thing just happens sometimes, which doesn't make it any less disturbing at all. But it does make it a matter to be carefully approached, not charged into. ]

A nice welcome, isn't it?
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[personal profile] motherfucked 2017-06-19 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
No, no, Jessica isn't alright. She's in Idaho. She's not supposed to be in Idaho. But you never say that you're not alright. It's one of the rules. And this guy is trying to be polite, and she did run into him on accident, so.

"I'm fine," is what she says. She leans on him for an instant, straightening herself, more forcefully than she means to. Jessica is a lot stronger than she looks. "Thanks."
motherofnemesis: (what: oh come on now)

[personal profile] motherofnemesis 2017-06-19 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Old habits earns her what might have been a laugh without the underlying breathlessness still from that experience, a knowing quirk of commiseration in Max's eyebrows.

This is the first person to openly admit to hearing and caring what comes from the woods, more importantly, and that's something worth learning more of. ]


A welcome we're not meant to chase, I think.

[ Her look goes over Ana's shoulders to the town itself for a bit, darkens before it returns and she comes back to her manners and she settles some, slightly more neutral. ]

I'm Max. Thanks for the assist.
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gaby teller | the man from u.n.c.l.e.

[personal profile] myownwoman 2017-06-19 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪
[ gaby is... not american, though she does like apple pie, so she doesn't really get the appeal of the independence day festivities which is what found her in an argument with the man, uh, manning the grill when she was waiting for a bratwurst. ]

--everything is red, white, and blue?

[ when he proudly proclaims "it's the colors of the american flag!!" like he personally picked the color scheme and hand stitched the very first one, gaby blinks at him. ]

And the French flag. And the British flag, the Australian and New Zealand flags... Croatia, Iceland, Czechoslovakia, North Korea... [ she could go on in her soft german accent (cambodia, cape verde, samoa, costa rica, cuba, chile, the cook islands, haiti, south korea, laos, liberia, luxembourg, malaysia, nepal, norway, panama, paraguay, the philippines, puerto rico, russia, serbia, slovenia, taiwan, thailand) but she doesn't know all of them and some of the countries aren't even countries as far as she knows. hell, she still calls the czech republic and slovakia czechoslovakia.

plus jerry, the irony, looks like if he gets any more huffy his head will explode, so she takes her sausage and just backs away slowly. ]
...happy Independence Day.

[ nailed it! ]
Edited 2017-06-19 18:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] officialwizard 2017-06-19 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry shook Alec's hand and then shrugged, "Anything after the 40s tend to dislike me...And the feeling is mutual." He just met the guy, he wasn't about to announce to him why.

"I'm not sure it was so much of a 'move." Harry furrowed his brows slightly, "I...I actually don't really even know where 'town' is..." He screwed his eyes shut, trying to concentrate but felt nothing but blank spaces and holes in his memory. "Hell, I'm even surprised that I remember who I am..." He looked at Alec, "You been here long?"
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[personal profile] motherfucked 2017-06-19 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jessica raises an eyebrow conspiratorially. ]

In my opinion, it's gonna be that guy. [ She gestures to a pale, skinny man wearing a American flag swimtrunks and no shirt. He looks like he's escaped the frat house, home from college. Jess doesn't know if people can go to college here. Anyway. The guy is holding two sparklers in one hand and a drink in the other, singing something that sounds like Guns N' Roses. ]

His dick will be a tragic loss for womankind.
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[personal profile] officialwizard 2017-06-19 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry was a tall guy so he wasn't afraid of her straightening up or anything, but the sudden motion did make him hesitate a bit, "Yeah, it's no problem." He studied her for a moment and then simply said, "Harry Dresden." While offering her his hand to shake.

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