Jun. 25th, 2017 at 4:21 PM
( the following message from dr. charlotte rousseau is on the phone network + transcribed via text on the message board. )
Hello again, Wayward Pines. You've had a couple of days now to work through the things we explained to you on Thursday. Now, we're opening the floor to you — for your questions, and hopefully to begin the dialogue that will help all of us figure out how to peacefully coexist.
MOD NOTES
This is the interaction portion of the public address posted last week! While all approaches are welcomed, the post is ICly intended to address questions/concerns and to reach an agreement (or realize that an agreement can't be reached).
This post is currently available both on the audio network & on the message boards, so characters can choose which they'd prefer to respond to.
This is the final piece of our Arc I metaplot. Congrats — we made it!
Jun. 22nd, 2017 at 1:57 PM
( shortly after the last of the intruders are finished off, an exhausted-sounding sheriff danny griffith sounds off on the official broadcast channel. )
Well, we did it. Giving the woods one last sweep, but it looks like we wiped them out. Should be safe out, no matter what hour.
Now, we just clean up and rebuild. Get in touch if you can lend us a hand. ( a pause, and then: ) Wish I had more I could tell you.
(and then he hangs up.
it's utterly anti-climactic, possibly even infuriating. people died, and that's all the town gets? you might be about ready to march down to the police station and give him a piece of your mind... )
( ...but five minutes later, a second announcement comes. this one is a less familiar voice to most, though not to all. if she's anything close to as tired as the sheriff, she disguises it expertly. )
Hello, Wayward Pines. My name is Dr. Charlotte Rousseau. Some of you have visited me for counseling, to help you reach a peace of mind about unfortunate ambiguity surrounding the town we live in.
Today, I hope to offer you more than that.
For close to four years now, we've done everything in our power to give this town and its citizens everything they need to live a happy, peaceful life. In order to do so, the decision was reached to keep all but a few of you in the dark. We haven't told you what lies outside the walls. We haven't told you of the dangers that threaten your lives each day.
We did this for your peace of mind, and it was a mistake. One that we want to amend as best we can by offering our utmost honesty and cooperation from this point onward.
(a pause, and then:)
I've composed this next segment to appear on the message boards, to allow you to take in the information at your own pace. I'll read it aloud to you here, but should you prefer, you're welcome to hang up the phone and read it there instead.
(sure enough, a condensed version of the introduction + the following message are now live on the message board. while it's presented here in text, assume that dr. rousseau reads it aloud, word for word, with all of the appropriate inflection and emphasis.)
( essentially an ic faq )
MOD NOTES
This is the public address mentioned in the latter part of the Who's That Pokemon infopost!
On an IC level, both posts are currently available on Channel 0, one after the other, like two parts of a single post. On the message board, you'll find only Dr. Rousseau's post.
You are welcome to use this post to thread amongst yourselves, but Dr. Rousseau will not be responding directly. A follow-up post will go up on the 25th in which Rousseau will address any lingering questions and concerns.
If your character wants to help the police force with their clean-up and rebuild efforts, there will be a top-level below in which to ICly volunteer.
May. 24th, 2017 at 9:06 PM
[ As the month has progressed, Kal has learned a lot of things about himself. Some of them had to do with his place here and he's spent more time than one might expect considering them, measuring them against the information that he's gotten from the other memories, the ones that feel more genuine, mostly because they have the right amount of information.
The memories here, he can see and hear and taste food, feel the dirt in his hands or the water in his hair or the kisses against his cheek.
The memories from there have so much more. The taste of the air, heartbeats in his ears, thousands upon thousands of voices and stories. There's flying through the air and blood in his teeth as he fights monsters from nightmares he didn't know he'd had. He's gotten memories of the suit he took from the sheriff's station, and another suit, a brighter one, that meant something.
So all in all, it's been a long month. A month of discovery and quietly, carefully observing this place and the people here and waiting, waiting to see where he'll take his stand. He'd made a move by telling Damon Salvatore, or rather, showing him a thing or two, but that was as far as he'd gone until now. Hopefully, some folks can read between the lines. ]While I'm sure everyone knows that the fire department is always there for anyone in need of assistance, I'd just like to personally let the people of this town know that we're here should anyone need us. Not just for fires, of course. We're a lot more just some hoses and a truck.
Just something to keep in mind.
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