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bumfuckidaho2017-01-15 08:02 pm
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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.
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Not very. The power assist on my armor started to fail and that's never a good sign.
[Weakened is bad. Weakened with kilos and kilos of dead weight dragging you down is worse.]
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[ She takes a few step back and makes a standing jump. It takes her easily three times her own height, but the next one as she heads in is considerably less, until she's just jumping at a totally average height and using all her strength to do it. Her face is peevish when she gets back. ]
Looks like it's messing with my inertia controller, too. So that's not my favorite thing.
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But then Aranea makes the mistake of mentioning how she did it.]
Inertia controller? On a personnel scale?
[Even through the armor, her excitement shows, not that she's making any attempt to hide it. Forget the wall!]
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[ it's a thing. It's a thing that she has, because... nope, it's out of reach. Damn it. ]
woulda been helpful to get a peek over that wall, but I guess that's why it's screwing with our tech. Aranea, by the way.
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[That succeeds in denting her mood, and her shoulders slump a bit, but it's momentary.]
Dr. Emily Grey--oh, I guess I don't need the helmet, do I? Ha, force of habit.
[There's the sound of seals releasing, and Emily pulls off her helmet to reveal a totally normal human woman who, yes, is smiling somewhat more than the situation warrants. She tucks the helmet under one arm, and offers her hand to shake.]
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Then Emily removes her helmet, and the concern that's been shoved down to background noise since she mentioned needing milk vanishes completely at seeing a totally normal -- if kind of adorable -- human face. Aranea smiles, and returns the handshake. ]
Pleasure, Doc. Sorry to disappoint. You work at the hospital here?
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You'd think, wouldn't you? Mechanic, actually.
[For some reason, they don't want a surgeon who's going to ask as many questions as Emily would.]
Everything here's internal combustion, would you believe it? Burning hydrocarbons! So retro.
[Also, she might have called their medical procedures and available drugs "primitive." Ahem.]
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[ And then, carefully careless: ]
Maybe if you figure something out it'll jog memory.
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Oh, sweetie, they're not listening out here!
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[ The laugh gets a grin in answer, though; good to know. Measuring the strength of the fence doesn't exactly seem like an approved activity, but the smile and the perkiness? Emily had seemed like she's blend in just fine. ]
I don't remember why I have an inertia controller. I don't remember why I know what it is. And frankly, it's pissing me off.
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[She's pleased Aranea figured that out herself. She's been spending too much time around the idiots in her canon and it's decreased her expectations.]
It's also possible this is a trap allowing them to identify dissidents for future action. Hard to say without further data. Obviously, I think it's worth the risk, but it's something to be aware of!
[Emily says, sunnily. Just like she says everything else.]
Your memories should start returning soon. Along with false ones of having grown up here, which I have to say is not very ethical of them.