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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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Why, that is just the most sweetest and thoughtful thing I've ever seen. [ The man presses a hand to his chest, the brilliant smile on his face somehow lighting up even further. ] You are too kind, Emily.
[ After a beat, he extends his hand in an offer to shake hers, still beaming all the while. ]
I'm Butch. Butch Flowers. If you've got some time, won't you come inside? I've just put together the most amazing apple pie myself and I'd love to share it with some company.
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[It's not often Emily meets someone as perky as she is, and she accepts the handshake with a little...well, shock isn't the right word, but she certainly hadn't been expecting to get her own cheer mirrored back to her. Spend enough time in a war zone and you get used to everyone else being dour.
In the back of her mind, a quiet voice she recognizes as her own is reeling off a list of the injuries that caused his scars: Shrapnel. Incision. Gunshot. Plasma. He's a soldier, she realizes, and that...doesn't surprise her?
And...she's a doctor. At first, it's just a logical conclusion from the fact she so easily and reflexively categorized his old wounds, but as soon as tries the title on for size in her mind, it feels right.
This was a good plan. Look at all the information she's gotten already!]
Dr. Emily Grey. Yes, the medicine kind. So nice to meet you, Butch.
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[ And if he notices the little lag in the handshake there, or the way her eyes dart over his scars, the man doesn't comment. He's cheerfully directing her to the dinner table, the promised pie sitting atop a cork trivet and checkered white and red tablecloth, still steaming. ]
Take any chair you want to, make yourself right at home! Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Juice or water if you don't need the extra caffeine?
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[If she realizes that's a weird joke to be making upon less than thirty seconds' acquaintance, the fact doesn't make it past her friendly smile. Doctors tend to have pretty dark senses of humor, anyway.]
Tea would be lovely, if it's not too much trouble.
[Emily sets the cookies down next to the pie and takes a seat as directed. She doesn't realize she's doing it, but her back's to the wall and there's nothing between her and the door.]
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Oh, Emily, you don't need to be so humble! I wouldn't mind putting in the extra effort for a lovely person like you, not in the least.
[ Over the soft hiss of tap water, he watches her out his peripherals, noting the seat she chose, the direction she faced. Actions of a wary woman, but nothing about body language really said 'wary'.
What a curious character. ]
It's not trouble at all, [ as he talks, he clicks the lid shut and sets the kettle atop the stove and turns the dial up high. ] Unfortunately I've only got Earl Grey and French Vanilla Chai at the moment. Haven't really had the chance to run out an nab a proper selection since I got back from the hospital. Still alright with you?
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[Or just the ones who bring baked goods?
Emily's never been in this house before, so looking around the room is totally normal and unremarkable. That it also gives her a chance to pick out some of the cameras is of course a coincidence.]
Earl Grey, please. You were in an accident, too?
[She knows Flowers only said he was in the hospital, not why, but if he had to buy more staples, it either wasn't a short stay, or he never had any tea to begin with. Both are suggestive.
He certainly doesn't feel local to her, overwhelming friendliness notwithstanding, and she trusts her hunches.]
Seems like there's a lot of that going around lately! Everything's back in working order, I hope?
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[ Even the old tomahawk scar wasn't giving him as much trouble anymore, which is strange because-
He doesn't ever remember getting wounded by a tomahawk.
There's a soft little 'clink' as Butch stops suddenly in the middle of setting the teacup down on it's saucer. With his back turned to Grey at the moment, she won't get to see the confusion that flickers over his face, but the little bout of silence stretches on a few beats longer than it should have. ]
... Would you like some vanilla almond milk? Sugar?
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[Emily's aghast because...she doesn't know why, and her moment of confusion has the perhaps unfortunate side effect of masking his.]
...Uh. Milk, please.
[Well, apparently memory problems are considered perfectly acceptable as long as you don't make waves about it, so that's probably okay. Frustrating, though. She'll just have to hope that if there's a medical emergency, what she needs to know will surface before the locals can dose someone with aspirin.
Still no idea why that's a bad thing.]
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[ There weren't any details. When he'd dodged the cameras and snuck peeks into whatever records about his stay he could get his hands on- there'd only one instance where his name had come up.
Butch sets her saucer and cup down, in front of her, teabag set neatly with the string over the lip and teaspoon on the side. Next to that he places down a small plate and fork for the pie before trundling off fetch the milk. ]
How about you? What manner of mishap did you get wrapped up in if you don't mind me asking?