TEST DRIVE MEME, MARCH 2019

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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

(SLICE OF LIFE)

A HOPPING GOOD TIME

Easter may not be for another month, but this year the festivities kicked off early (possibly due to the unseasonably warm weather? temperatures have reached highs that could almost be mistaken for summer, especially by veteran residents). Yards are decorated with inflatable bunnies and chicks, and you'll find your eyeballs assaulted by pastels virtually everywhere you go.

(Linda's house boasts the most elaborate and yet perfectly tasteful of decorations. No one dares declare otherwise.)

Mid-April culminates in an Egg Hunt (for the kids!) that doubles as all-purpose revelry: a townwide gathering on the lush green expanse of the Play Field. Easter ham is provided in quantity; with sides to be provided by, well, you!

(Does "sides" mean alcohol? Probably. Does it mean "anything that isn't ham?" Hopefully!)

Wayward Pines’ moderate handful of children scatter about in the meantime, their attention span significantly shorter than an all-day event; by the time they've wandered off, most if not all of the brightly colored plastic eggs have been plucked from the field and loaded up into baskets, where their plunderers will later find little Crackerjack-style toys. Though... that doesn't seem to be the end of the eggs after all; the observant may note a few still winking from behind a tree or under the bleachers. More interestingly, they may further note these seem to be more the Fabergé variety, at least in size and ostentation.

Go on, investigate! It'll be fun! At least, for a certain type of person who enjoys a certain type of prize. The contents look like they might be from the estate sale of an elderly eccentric: old jewelry, an ornate spoon, etc (....wait, was that a pair of dentures? huh). Occasionally, a slightly less innocuous prize can be discovered - is that hand-sewn doll with real human hair a child’s toy, or something subtly occultic?

Oh well. Given the monsters outside the fence and the hallucinogenic mushrooms in town, that's probably not the weirdest thing you'll see this week.

option two

(HORROR)

LET'S SEE WHAT'S IN SPORE

The stowaway came through the fence unnoticed, clinging imperceptibly to the the clothes and shoes of an unsuspecting team of homecoming expeditioneers - at least, that’s what Ortech’s mycologists will conclude in their thorough investigation in the weeks to come. Here and now, there’s a new, colorful addition to the flora of the town. Seemingly overnight, clusters of mushrooms (vivid blue and shaped a little bit like brains) are sprouting in dark, wet places throughout the woods. They’re quite pretty and also large, reaching roughly a foot in height.

Perhaps you’re curious about this new addition and reached out to touch one by choice. Perhaps you’ve stumbled upon it entirely by accident. Perhaps you have no idea they’re even present until it’s too late.

The mushrooms release spores into the air, almost cloyingly sweet in scent, though it doesn’t seem like anything is wrong right away. No itchiness, no watering eyes, no trouble breathing. Colors may seem a little brighter, but that’s about it.

In roughly thirty minutes, that all changes.

For anywhere between an hour and a day, characters experience many or all of a host of symptoms including nausea, loss of appetite, dry mouth, uncoordinated movements, and intensified sensory experiences. But oh, that's not all. It can also come with visual disturbances (maybe even hallucinations), disordered thinking, paranoia, mild or dramatic mood changes, mixed senses ("seeing" sounds, "hearing" colors), detachment from reality, outright panic, and changes in the perception of time itself.

Don’t worry: It doesn’t seem to be fatal. Here's hoping you have someplace quiet and comfy to ride out the trip, because it’s probably gonna be a bad one.

option three

(ACTION-ADVENTURE)

A SAMPLE EXPEDITION

The crisp morning air finds you lingering at the base of a watchtower just inside the northwestern fence. You’ve signed up for an expedition - maybe your first, or maybe you’ve lost count - and here’s hoping you’re a morning person, because you’ve been told to rendezvous at this patch of fence at no later than 8 AM.

Your teammate in this expedition has yet to arrive. Maybe they’re a friend - someone you know from home, or a friend you’ve made here in Wayward Pines - and the two of you signed up together. Maybe you’re paired up with a stranger, another solo adventurer looking to make tracks outside of the safe zone without waiting for a solo expedition to show up on the roster. Maybe you’re a designated expedition chaperone, assigned to guide someone who doesn’t have clearance of their own. Maybe you don’t have clearance, and your teammate is the chaperone assigned to guide you. Either way, they have five more minutes before they’re late, so they should be showing up pretty soon!

Your destination can be any number of things depending on the make-up of your expedition duo. Two combatants might be fetching a rumored supply cache, or maybe they’re routing and destroying the home nest of a small band of abbies that have wandered a little too close to Wayward Pines for Ortech’s comfort. A team with a scientist may be on an expedition to catalogue or discover the local flora and fauna - or a more generalized academic might be in search of a private library documented to exist nearby. A techie or mechanic may be responsible for repairing and fetching a valuable vehicle (for example, a helicopter), or maybe they’re assigned to repair functionality to a nearby radio tower. Basically: Go ahead and wing it. Make shit up. The apocalypse is your oyster and we’d rather you go nuts with the details than worry about not getting things precisely right.

For the sake of this Test Drive, your expedition route can be whatever you’d like it to be, but this example route will be the same regardless of destination.

Your destination is about five miles from the safe zone within the fence. You depart through a well-concealed and well-guarded gate in the northwestern fence, where the map you’ve been given tells you to curve to the right up a path that leads to the top of the northern cliffs. From here, all of Wayward Pines is visible below you - but you definitely can’t afford to linger long if you plan to make it back by nightfall. The path back down is steeper, with a scattering of loose rocks that make footing tricky.

From there, you head due north through a river valley. Your map strongly suggests you detour through the trees, indicating aberration activity along the clearer riverbanks, but the forest is dense and will absolutely slow you down. The choice is yours either way.

Your destination is just past the end of the valley, but nothing in life is simple, and the river seems to be damming up behind a fresh new rockslide that blocks the mouth of the valley and your destination along with it. This is the final obstacle to clear before your destination - but you’re likely behind schedule, and it’s time to decide if you dare stay the night out here in the wild or try to hoof it back to the fence in the fading light.

(If you’re in the mood for some combat, you’re welcome to toss in an aberration attack if they choose to trek along the riverbanks... Or at the rockslide, a terribly convenient place for an unexpectedly well-designed ambush.)

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! The network has text, audio, and video functionality via the smartphones provided to each character when they arrive.

MOD NOTES

Welcome to our pre-opening 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.

Comments

peter parker | marvel → 616

[webshoots]

i → a sample expedition

[ peter's late.

if you know peter, this isn't unusual: he has every intention of arriving on time but inevitably, he ends up distracted or otherwise waylaid, and suddenly that extra ten minutes he gives himself because he knows he'll probably be late if he doesn't turns into another ten minutes he has to make up.

this time, peter had been distracted by the mushrooms (so conveniently mentioned in that other prompt), and after deciding he'll come back to investigating whatever they are — because they definitely hadn't been a feature of maureen's lawn the last time he'd been past (that dubious honour went to the impressive collection of gnomes the mushrooms have sprouted up between) — he glances at his watch, and—

08:07AM it says, and there's a groan that turns into a soft mumble of half an inaudible word.

(time to pick up the pace, parker.)

as he rounds the corner to approach the fence, he can see only one person in the (not-really-too-far-away) distance that he assumes is his partner for the expedition; he quickens his pace again a little bit more, and when he approaches, there's a flash of apologeticness punctuated by an inhalation of breath. he holds a hand up in a vague gesture that loosely resembles surrender, and: ] —I'm so sorry I'm late.

ii → network

If anyone's lost their impressively foldable Bungy Pump Walkathon stick, you'll be pleased to know it's in good hands.

iii → wildcard

( ooc: want to do An Other Thing? hmu! i'm easy but if you're not sure, just send me a pm here or pp at ruffians. )

ii.

[00nothing]

A what now?

[webshoots]

It's like the child of a walking stick and a pogo stick.

But foldable.

[00nothing]

But why.

[webshoots]

For easy storage?

[00nothing]

I wasn't aware that there was a pressing issue with finding places to store sticks.

But I was asking about the pogo part, specifically.

[webshoots]

Wait until you're splitting the rent on an apartment and you have the inevitable argument about just whose side of the apartment that closet you've been using for storage falls on.

It's for people who like to add a bit of edge to their Sunday afternoon walks.

[00nothing]

I hear that's called running.

[webshoots]

Where are you running?

[00nothing]

The destination's not really the point.

[webshoots]

Right, right. It's "the journey"...

[00nothing]

I would argue it's the place you're running away from that's important, but maybe that's just me.

[webshoots]

I'm pretty sure that's basically the same thing.

Anyway, I'm going to say that it also spices up your Sunday afternoon runs away from both places and things.

[00nothing]

I suppose it could be used as a projectile if it has a good weight to it.

[webshoots]

I'm going to skip past the part where it doesn't have 'javelin' in the name and go back to the part where it's designed to fold up...

But only after stopping at: why?

[00nothing]

It's called improvising.

Sometimes running isn't enough.

[webshoots]

I feel like I should be asking 'are you okay?', so:

Are you okay?

[00nothing]

Currently? Or in general?

[webshoots]

Currently we're having a conversation about you fashioning a javelin out of a weighted stick meant for the elderly who would like to build up their muscles despite needing assistance walking long distances, so I'm going to go with generally.

[00nothing]

It's meant for the elderly? Nevermind then, the weight would be all wrong.

Has nobody told you about the aberrations yet, then?

[webshoots]

You know a lot about this.

I'm going to give you a point for avoidance there, but don't think I didn't notice.

[00nothing]

[ shit, ur on to him ]

I wouldn't call it avoidance so much as an appendices. As in, the aberrations are a good reason for running and improvising weapons around here.

Post hoc ergo, or whatever.

i.

[snow_ghost]

[The woman waiting for him by the fence doesn't seem all that impressed with his apology. Fortunately, Ikrie doesn't particularly think its her job to scold him, either.]

...it's fine. You're here now.

[She looks him over while he's standing there panting, trying to sort out if she's going to have to babysit him for twelve hours, or if he'll actually be useful out beyond the fence.]

You're ready now though, right? Do you have a weapon?

[webshoots]

[ he's used to that look, the one that's part appraisal, part something else; it doesn't quite elicit an eyeroll but there's a breath of a pause where he at least has the grace to look mildly sheepish, which is soon interrupted by a quirk of his lips: weapon. peter doesn't really do weapons — of course, there's an area of grey to be found when in the midst of a battle with one of his various enemies, but as far as specifically carrying a weapon goes, that's not really something he goes for.

(especially outside of the suit.)

his eyebrows knit together momentarily, and he's aware, suddenly, that his answer may not be the answer she's hoping for. ] You know I'm a scientist, right? [ (not strictly a lie.) there's a beat and he adds, quickly: ] But I can take care of myself. [ or: no, he doesn't have a weapon; yes, he's aware that he doesn't cut the most imposing figure. ]

[snow_ghost]

Yeah they said that.

[Unfortunately, Peter, Ikrie isn't from a civilization that's more about shamans and spirits than test tubes and beakers.

She knows what science is, although mostly in the context of it being a bunch of nonsense that certain outlanders pursue in lieu of spiritualism. But she's never met someone who calls themself a scientist before.]

I don't really know what that is, or what you do. But I'd be willing to bet that whatever beasts lie beyond the fence aren't going to care about it.

[There's definitely some disapproval and side-eyeing coming from her, but she isn't refusing to go out there with him. If he thinks he can handle himself, she's perfectly willing to see first-hand if that's true.

She turns and makes her way toward the gate.]

Come on, it's this way.