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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] intothepines2017-06-09 04:30 am
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( june event ) precautionary measures

Hey there, Pinecones! This infopost marks the start of the unholy mess that is the end of Arc I. Let me save you the trouble of urgently scrolling to the bottom: Our two mystery events remain a mystery, at least until the infopost upcoming on the 15th.

Now, on to the write-up!





PRECAUTIONARY MEASURES


ENVIRONMENT EVENT: Depowering Field
EVENT DATE: June 9th - 19th


By now, few haven't noticed the storm brewing in our cozy town of Wayward Pines, hidden just beyond the oppressive fog of quiet suburbia. No one's sure quite when it started. All they know is that last month, for the first time thus far, it broke through the clouds. Few who chose to get involved were left unchanged.

But so far, June has been... fairly uneventful. Peaceful, even. The birds are singing. The Sheriff has a spring in his step, and the Main Street entrepreneurs finally seem to find themselves at ease. Some might even think that after last month's mess, the storm has finally cleared.

They couldn't be more wrong if they tried.

There's no warning, no steady build up or slow decline. Out in the officially-sanctioned camping zones, each student, teacher, and chaperone attending the school year's last hurrah stumbles to their hands and knees, barely able to stop at that. But it's not just them — every single person unfortunate enough to be out in the woods at 4:30 PM on the 9th of June feels the strength leave their body in the span of a breath, feels their knees give out and any special abilities they have slip from their grasp like sand through their fingers. To those who've ventured too close to the fenceline, what they're feeling now is entirely too familiar. To those who haven't? It's exhausting at best and terrifying at worst.

To the town of Wayward Pines, however, nothing is amiss. Not until the first stragglers manage to crawl back to town to tell the tale.


IN CHARACTER
IT'S GOT THE POWER
At midday on the 9th, the intensity of the fence surrounding the town increases exponentially, and anyone more than 100 yards from town feels suddenly exhausted and de-powered. Comparatively, it's as if they were dropped ten yards from the fence, able to crawl reasonably and only outright stand if they're willing to tax all of the energy they have left. The closer they get to town, the stronger they start to feel, though staying on your feet is decidedly difficult outside of that 100-yard mark.

The town itself is unaffected by this change. Within the city lines, it's as if nothing is wrong at all, save for the more subtle signs, The farmers are coming home that much more exhausted — while the farm itself seems largely within the safe zone, those who work there feel just a little bit heavier as they go about their daily tasks. On top of that, the local wildlife have congregated well within the 'safe zone' just inside the treeline. Many local predators are taking advantage of the change to catch the distinctly more accessible prey, so while the screaming from the woods seems to have died down for now, that doesn't mean those woods are any sort of peaceful. This danger of predation stretches to any humans who venture into the trees. Additionally, many prey-type animals have joined the scavenger species in roaming the outer streets of Wayward Pines. Deer flock nervously to residents' backyards, willing to risk the proximity with humans over the immediate presence of hungry cougars and bears.

This continues steadily for nearly a week and a half, until early on the morning of the 19th. More on the events of the 19th will come a few days before the event.


OUT OF CHARACTER
THE BREAKDOWN
This chunk of June's event is decently simple — an environmental shift with few actual side effects for those who don't find themselves in the woods terribly often. Most characters will find their daily lives unchanged.

As such, there will be no catch-all for the Precautionary Measures segment of the event, aside from the Field Day & Camping Trip log posted yesterday. Players are by all means welcomed to post their own individual logs dealing with the ramifications of the apparent spike in the fence's area of effect.

Much like May's Sudden Recall event, we have no built-in paths to interact with the town or its NPCs through this piece of the event, but that didn't stop people from improvising beautifully last month and you're welcome to do so here as well. We'll provide a 'plot interaction' top-level in case such an occasion arises.

The infopost for the mysterious 'survival event' will go up on the 16th, and the meat of this month's event will be revealed in that.

Until then, take the next week and a half to ready yourself for the most action that Wayward Pines has seen thus far.
bird_thing: (though the fear keeps me moving)

[personal profile] bird_thing 2017-06-21 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Tobias shakes his head again, rather than answer. Something small and quiet in him insists that last names can't be brought into things. That it's safer. Safer from what?

After a moment he stiltedly explains that he hasn't seen their family either. Any of them.
bird_thing: (of fear and self-doubt)

[personal profile] bird_thing 2017-06-22 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
There's still no discernible shift in Tobias' expression, but there's no way around it, he freezes at the next question, this one appearing to give him even more trouble than the one about his friend's last names. To the point where he even takes a full step back, then another.

"I can come back to check in," he insists. "Or, you can just tell them I'm looking for them and they'll know how to find me."
bird_thing: (still the shapes fill my head)

[personal profile] bird_thing 2017-06-25 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Again, Tobias gives him a first name, but no last name. He's not looking any less nervous now. He even takes another step back.
bird_thing: (my body is a cage that keeps me)

[personal profile] bird_thing 2017-06-25 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Tobias nods once, sharply, turns on his heels and shoves his way out of the building and quickly around the corner. The boy disappears, a red-tailed hawk flies away, he probably won't be back.

He hadn't really thought this would work anyway.