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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.
64th: (035)

[personal profile] 64th 2017-06-20 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cashmere watches the friendly (?) debate over all the colors, silently glad someone besides her asked because seriously: what the hell? Jerry seems to have taken personal offense at what are probably valid points and in all honestly that makes her like the other woman.

deciding that maybe she doesn't actually want to accept food from a man who loses it over flags, she turns and follows Gaby. ]


What's his problem?
blap: ɪᴄᴏɴᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ. (11)

3 womp womp

[personal profile] blap 2017-06-20 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ So things are a little. Weird. With Angel. But then it's Tim's guess that that's pretty par for the course when you meet a girl who insists she's your daughter even though she seems way too old for that and also your lifetime sexual encounters barely require two hands to count. But like, that's just the ones he can remember, of course.

He thinks. He hopes.

Anyway.

Without much fanfare he plops down into the grass next to Angel with a pair of bomb pops gripped loosely in his fingers, edge of a wrapper poking her arm as he holds it out to her. ]


No, I know, right? And nobody else thinks this is even a tiny bit strange. Really.

[ But between the light show and the popsicle, it's actually kinda nice.

Still not her dad, y'know, but... nice! ]
Edited 2017-06-20 04:19 (UTC)
blap: ʟᴇᴀғᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ. (17)

[personal profile] blap 2017-06-20 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Say whaaaaat? No way, you totally made that up like, just now.

[ COME ON. Not that it wouldn't be a weird sort of relief. Speaking of, he glances back and forth, conspiratorial, and leans in a little closer. ]

Dude. I know! What is Jerry's problem? Guy handed me a hockey puck on a bun I think someone sat on!

[ A beat. "Fucked up," she says. Yeah, that's one way to put it, and the most fucked up part is how no one's saying anything. He takes a gulp of room temp beer, solo cup obscuring half his face. ]

And yeah, something about this place is super creepy.

[ Fake cough. ]
accommodated: ('ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ)

[personal profile] accommodated 2017-06-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Belive it or not, he actually is being serious. Well, okay, somewhat serious, anyways. You can tell a surprising amount about a person based on the words they use, and this is all extremely calculated, in truth.

It's also fun. Who says work can't be fun? ]


memories

i say "home" you say "____"

by the way you actually have a name or should i just keep calling you commander?
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[personal profile] warden_enchanter 2017-06-20 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Those aren't mutually exclusive answers.

But my name is Cosette Amell.
[ she saw it on a chart. rather irksome, that she had to rely on a chart to tell her even that much. ] And you may use it, if you tell me yours.

I say "mountain," you say "____"?
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[personal profile] fortunefavored 2017-06-20 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Listen, Newt is all for keeping your style profile (unless, of course, it's hideously outdated,) but this seems, to him, a little over the top. So he's going to be raising an eyebrow as he heads over, beer in one hand, flip flops abandoned for the grass underneath his bare toes.

"Dude, aren't you hot or something?" The question is posed, naturally, before a greeting, because who has time for those? Newt will take the proffered seat in the shade, though. He's already got some red skin on his nose over a veritable parade of freckles that have decided to show themselves in response to the excess of sun.
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[personal profile] r3f4c70r3d 2017-06-20 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a lot to take in, this whole freedom thing, like she's been transported back in time. Like she's a little girl again, free from the burden and dangers her siren powers gave her, no need for her to be locked away from the world. She never thought she'd get to have a peaceful moment with her dad like this again.

Her eyes light up a little as she eyes the package, taking it from hands only to turn it over in hers, smoothing out the crinkly plastic with her thumbs thoughtfully. ]


I haven't had something like this since I was little. It's strange, the things you didn't realize you missed until you have them back.

[ She looks up then, giving Jack a wane smile before she tears the wrapper open, distracted momentarily from the fireworks in this moment of nostalgia. ]

Thank you, Dad.
Edited 2017-06-20 05:50 (UTC)
blap: ʟᴇᴀғᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ. (18)

[personal profile] blap 2017-06-20 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Urk. That's just so creepy, okay?? Talk about ruining the moment. The messed up thing is that Angel's pretty cute, too, but now she's gone and put that idea in his head and hey, what if somehow she's right? Like, he's pretty sure he's only 26, but science is capable of a whole lot where they're from, so...

Anyway, it's not like he can say for sure who he is. Just who he isn't. Not super helpful. He makes an uncomfortable noise in his throat, maybe drowned out by the deep boom of a firework but maybe not. ]


Ngh—look, Angel, you—we've been over this, right? I mean, I'm, I'm glad you're... y'know, here? Being... Doing you, you know, but...

[ Oh, he doesn't know what the hell he's saying. He bites a chunk off the popsicle in a flare of pique and freezes his brain immediately. ]

...oww.
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[personal profile] antmans 2017-06-20 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. How did those get there?

[ Just kidding.

He totally loves his veggies. Whatever. He's from the west coast where greens are good, and the #healthy life is common practice.

Also, he just really likes grilled veggies, okay.

He pokes at them though, just for show. And then, a moment later, plucks a juicy red coloured bell pepper from his plate and takes a bite. ]


Gotta keep a balanced diet, you know?
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[personal profile] r3f4c70r3d 2017-06-20 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angel inwardly cringes at his response. It stings, a parent not remembering you (though she will learn later there are far worse things said parent can and did do.) For now she'll remain persistent, do what she's always done and pretend this is normal, they're normal, and that everything is fine. He'll remember one day, he has to.

She turns her head away from him in an effort to not let him see she's upset, it's not his fault. In moments like these it's easiest to change the subject to familiar things, like work. ]


I'm sure they would have been a hit on Pandora, many of it's residents enjoy shiny things. With Hyperion marketing you likely would have made substantial profit- Oh, that one is shaped like a star.
villainously: sᴄᴀʀᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs)

4th of july 5th of july only americans care and nobody likes them

[personal profile] villainously 2017-06-20 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
( Cashmere is really quite brave, if she's willing to risk asking the guy in all black in early July scowling at the plate of finger food like it personally wronged him. the look on his face is probably enough to tell her that he'll have nothing nice to say about it, but Killian Jones has never met Thumper's mother, and thusly has never seen the merit of following her advice. )

Rubbish. They call it salad, but salad has greenery. Not potatoes and some grotesque milky sauce. ( he's eating potato salad, Cashmere. it's potato salad. he pushes the plate toward her, and there's a handful of other things there that he's mildly attempted and apparently given up on. for a pirate, he seems to be kind of picky about his food. ) Help yourself.

( at least Hook isn't scowling now, and he's far more attractive when he's not. though, arguably, is anyone attractive when they're frowning down at a plate of picnic food like it's some sort of ghastly abomination? he's far more charming when he's smiling, perhaps too charming... though surely such things are impossible. ) I was promised this occasion had an open bar. We should go find it, darling.
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[personal profile] antmans 2017-06-20 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Uhhhhhhhhhh. Who is this weirdo and how did he stumble into the woods like this?

Just kidding; he's fine.

At least he seems pretty harmless, and he doesn't have the cadence in his voice to have screamed the way he heard it a short moment ago. So, sure, Scott might have gained a companion but he's still got someone to rescue. ]


Yeah. Hey - uh. You wouldn't happen to have heard a scream just now, would you?
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[personal profile] antmans 2017-06-20 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. You know, I'd be offended if I wasn't feeling so damn breathless that your doubts are probably well within good reasoning.

[ Geez. Is he about to have a stroke or something? Man, isn't he supposed to be a healthy adult male? Isn't he supposed to be used to this? Didn't he used to work out?

He has no real idea about any of these questions, and decides to focus on Pepper instead. ]


Yeah. It's why I'm here. I figured ... well, I didn't see the Sheriff making any moves, and I don't see any guys out here now ... whoever's out there could be in trouble.
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[personal profile] antmans 2017-06-20 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Did you just -

[ Scott looks right, then left, then over his shoulder for good measure. It's actually all a little bit ridiculous and not entirely without theatricality. Sometimes Scott does that, just for the hell of it.

But, okay. She really did just get bigger, didn't she. That was not a hallucination. Unless it was, which - hoo boy, he should probably lay off whatever free soda he gets at Lagomarcino's during his lunch breaks. ]


Whoever screamed can't be far. I ran. Fast. And I've got the burning lungs to prove it.
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[personal profile] lostsoldier 2017-06-20 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ That isn't the passphrase he's expecting in return, but then, considering he didn't know he was expecting a passphrase at all until this moment, he's not sure that it matters. ]

That's what it says, [ he answers, amicably chagrined. He lifts his left arm to show off the wristband, Barnes, James tightened gently around the smooth metal plates. ] If you know that from my face, you're one step ahead of me.

[ Casually, he says this, like waking up not knowing his own name is just a thing that happens sometimes, common as a splinter. ]

Sorry, I don't know yours, but I'd like to.
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[personal profile] blaiiines 2017-06-20 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm. You sometimes meet interesting people in an elevator, so I bet it all balances out.
warden_enchanter: i know i've got a big ego (is this about me? no?)

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[personal profile] warden_enchanter 2017-06-20 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ the sparkler thrust toward her as she passes almost makes Cosette miss the uncomfortable expression on the young man's face, but she does catch it. she takes the firework in her free hand, the other curled loosely around a bottle of something neon-colored and vaguely alcoholic. ]

Not impressed? I can certainly do better.

[ with a quirked brow, she sends a thread of magic through her fingertips to start the sparkler, then throws it into the air as it bursts into an eruption larger and more bright than strictly natural. it's... more than a little show-offy, though the smile she gives is cheerful enough. ]
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[personal profile] gunshowdaddy 2017-06-20 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
This town ain't so big. Shouldn't take long to find something.

I hope.
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[personal profile] gunshowdaddy 2017-06-20 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finally! It's a start.]

Well now, sounds mighty fine. Where exactly is that?
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[personal profile] infligere 2017-06-20 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Drug trade is pretty lucrative I hear. Of course, you're taking advantage of the stupidity and failings of the system, so that might tickle one's conscience.

Alas, we live in a world and society where it's easier and safer to be sheep. A shame.
infligere: (Waiting)

[personal profile] infligere 2017-06-20 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I like your thinking. We're gonna get on just fine.
infligere: (Stand tall)

un: Frag

[personal profile] infligere 2017-06-20 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately. It's the in thing along with green tea, lemon grass, and fat busters.
futureserialkiller: (Your city lies in dust my friend)

[personal profile] futureserialkiller 2017-06-20 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think I've seen the school ever serve that kind of food. Or to the avocado thing as punishment.
infligere: (records srsly)

un: Frag

[personal profile] infligere 2017-06-20 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Come on, pal, you can put blueberries on cherrios and have nutritional balance. Actually, there have been studies that state mild corporal punishment to a certain age is an effective deterrent for bad behaviour in certain children. A parent simply has to use it effectively, but considering avocado on toast is how far the rabbit hole we've gone, it seems that a swat on the ass it way out in the left field.
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[personal profile] infligere 2017-06-20 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Count your blessings. You'll turn into a hipster millennial. Fairly certain eggs, sausage, toast with fruit is still good enough for most children.

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