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TEST DRIVE MEME, JANUARY 2017.
TEST DRIVE MEMEThere was an accident. That's basically the only thing you know for certain. Maybe a car wreck - metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Or maybe there was an explosion. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. You can't can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can remember.
It's also the last thing you remember from before you wake up here.
When you open your eyes, the accident is gone. Instead, you're in a hospital bed – the nursing staff greets you with a cheerful smile.
Welcome to Wayward Pines, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here.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 YOU DONE HECKED UP
It's hard to say what it was, exactly, that crossed the line.
It might have been all those questions you've been asking about the town and the people within it. It might be all that talking you've been doing, about your life outside and the family you miss. It might have been the number of times you've not-so-subtly referenced the fence in the woods.
In any case, the Sheriff has taken notice of it, and you've been charged with disturbing the peace. It's his hope that a few days in a jail cell will teach you that such things aren't appreciated in Wayward Pines.
Until such a time that he deems to let you out, you and your cellmate have some time to kill.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), but Wayward Pines does in fact have a network to accommodate its citizens.
Go ahead, post a network post! Just note that the network, at current, is audio-only and can only be accessed from the telephones in each character's home.( a few notes )Welcome to our first test drive here in The Pines! Just a couple of things to note:
( 1 ) 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.
( 2 )The above link to the FAQ won't actually load for the first few hours this is up - we're sorry about that, we just have to port the FAQ into HTML.The FAQ is now live! We'll also be tossing up a few more vital pages over the next 24 hours, then opening reserves at 12:01 AM EST on the 17th. Keep an eye onthepines for updates.
Lantar Sidonis | Mass Effect 2
He’s been crying ever since he woke up.
There are two holes in his skull, a line cut clear through his temples. The staff said his survival was a miracle. When asked if anyone of them knew what had happened, they said he’d been in an accident.
He doesn’t try and ask them for much of anything after that.
He sits through the days, sits through the check-ups, sits through the final, cheerfully optimistic speech from the doctor and nurse telling him he was fully recovered. They walk him through the paperwork and he waits in the waiting room for a nurse to fetch him some species-appropriate painkillers in case he feels any more pain.
None of the staff say anything about it. Something stops Lantar from trying to ask.
Why was he crying? Why was he crying? He doesn’t know why he’s crying, only that he can’t seem to stop. Maybe they just didn’t know what a crying Turian sounded like, humans didn’t have the ears for that note- but they must have noticed the way his voice wobbled and cracked every time he spoke.
… Right?
Lantar is on the hospital steps now, staring up at bright blue skies, vast, alien and unfamiliar.
He’s... never seen a sky before.
Into the Woods
There’s a scream from the woods and Lantar knows it’s human.
He stares at the edge of the trees, the sound still ringing in his hears. He sees the way the people around him flinch and knows, deep in his bones, that it’d not been a hallucination. And yet-
No one moves to try and help.
Someone tells him it was probably just an animal and Lantar exhales a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. The moment he feels everyone turn back to their daily activities however, he slips away.
Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong, wrong, wrong and it settles in the pit of his guts like lead. He has to know, he needs to know-
The woods are dark and he can barely see, his eyes weren’t made for gloom. There’s a scent under the sharp, clean-cut smell of pine trees, however. Nothing he can pinpoint, nothing he can recognize. There are footprints in the dirt that he can barely make out in the shadows. When he tries to follow them, tries to follow the scent, they take him in circles over and over and over-
It’s nearly half an hour later that he finds himself staring at the distant fence, the feeling of wrongness overcoming him again, stronger now.
He doesn’t move. And he won’t immediately notice anyone who approaches him.
welcome to wayward pines
Round three: Romeo wakes up with one hell of a headache, and he's strapped down to the bed and can't move. No amount of 3 AM shouting and yelling on his part is enough to bait anyone to come into his room again.
It's a long couple of days, after that.
A doctor tells him that he was in an accident. "Not just any accident," he says. "A plane crash. You were flying the plane. Might want to brush off that ol' dusty flying manual before you hop into the pilot's seat again, eh?" Romeo is, like, 80% sure that what he's saying is complete bullshit, but he nods and keeps nodding until someone decides that he's healthy enough to leave.
One of the nurses hands him a pair of loose cotton trousers and a cotton t-shirt after he bitches (and bitches) about having to walk around half-naked. Then hospital security shoves him out the door. You can change somewhere else, they say.
Romeo is so distracted with pulling the hospital gown down over his knees that he doesn't notice Lantar seated on the steps until he's already on top of him. He nudges him in the side with his knee as he trips, one hand flying out to grip the nearby railing, just barely saving himself from a tumble down the concrete stairs.
When he recovers, he turns to look at him.
"My bad, buddy. You good?"
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"Shittin'- hell-"
He's reflexively reaching out to try and catch the blind asshole before he goes careening off into some kind of concrete induced head injury- fortunately the guy's still got his wits about him and catches himself.
Doesn't spare him from the indignant glower Lantar sends his way though. Long arm still outstretched, he watches the human gather himself up, puffing a gust of air through his nose.
"Fucking deeps, you could've landed your bare, stupid ass right back in the hospital." Pushing off of the steps, onto his feet, Lantar brushes the dust off his own hospital gown, griping all the while. "Could've fucking killed me too, you nearly made me fucking piss myself, fucking-"
Of course, at 7'6", the gown barely made it halfway down his thighs. Most of it was wrapped awkwardly around his cowl and there's definitely some bare alien butt on display that he's carefully keeping turned away from Romeo.
"Where the fuck are you going in such a hurry anyways?"
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...not that she really needed to be that observant, honestly, to spot some sort of bizarre creature standing still in front of the big-ass fence. She doesn't know what to make of him at first - which is why she's keeping her distance for now, hand reaching in her pocket for the knife she's been carrying. Purely as a precaution, of course, in case the creature decides to make a run for her.
"Hey - whatever-you-are. You're wearin' clothes - I assume that means you know how to speak, too?" She asks. She's done enough deals, fortunately, with traders from Leda's domain that the inhuman appearance isn't immediately written off as monstrous. "Are you the one who was screamin' out here?"
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Should've brought a fucking flashlight is what he should've fucking done.
She didn't smell like the tracks he'd been following though, now that he caught of a wift of her. And if he's honest, that knife didn't exactly inspire any overwhelming sense of terror.
"Wasn't fucking me," he utters at last, tone set firmly to caustic, still extremely suspicious. "That was a human scream."
Lantar stares her down harder, mandibles slanting.
"You seriously were gonna stab me if I weren't wearing fucking clothes?"
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"And fuck yes I would have. Somebody's screaming bloody murder out here tonight, the weird naked guy in the woods woulda been suspect number one."
The alien thing is barely even a factor here, honestly. Hell, she'd be more likely to stab a naked human if she caught him running around the forest at night.
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Human screams definitely sounded extremely different to the guy who can hear a full spectrum of soundwaves that humans couldn't.
The naked bit is racist against Hanar, though.
... Not the current priority here however, so Lantar doesn't bother pointing it out. He stares her down for a moment longer before huffing and turning back to the fence. He keeps a his auditory sensors trained on her though.
Against the solid darkness, the fence was nothing more than a bare outline from the red lights that dotted the top of it. Even this far off he could smell the ozone in the air, a metallic taste against the tip of his tongue that set his teeth on edge.
"I've been looking for a half hour now," he offers, somewhat quieter over his cowl. "Any scent trails just go round and round."