JUNE 1ST - 3RD | AFTER THE ACCIDENT |
There was an accident. The details are hazy and obscure, but it's still the first thing you remember. Maybe a car wreck — metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the
screaming. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. Maybe something less mundane, even impossible seems to have happened to you. You can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can truly remember.
It's also the
last thing you remember from before waking up.
When you open your eyes, the accident is gone, replaced with white sterility. Perhaps somewhat alarming at first, until you blink at your surroundings and realize that you're in a hospital bed. You try to move but are sluggish, covered in a scattering of minor injuries you only vaguely remember receiving, not to mention the possibility of the partially healed remnants of other, seemingly older wounds.
It's a shame you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Your memories are an indiscernible fog where they're not absent altogether, only a few standing out in your mind with any kind of certainty.
If the room happens to be empty when you wake, it's not for long. Nurses bustle in, taking your vitals and asking your name and anything else you might remember. Don't worry, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here. Much of what you say (especially anything unusual, anything about monsters or magic or outlandish technology) will earn placating speculation of head trauma from the accident. You'll be told to stay put, not to push yourself, and to wait for the doctor to clear you before you leave.
Then you'll be left alone. Or maybe you'll find yourself visited by loved ones: family, or friends. You've lived here much or all of your life, so of course you have those things. Of course they already remember you being here, and may remember visiting you in the hospital while you were still unconscious.
Either way, the hospital's population is quadruple the usual, and you get the impression the nurses are working themselves ragged just running damage control. You might hear talk around the hospital of other small population spikes over the past few days, though many patients appeared to be well enough to be released the same day, and the same might be said of you. Or at least the staff doesn't seem to be too concerned. You can even leave your room without much fuss, any doctor or nurse that might try to intercept you getting called away almost immediately to deal with something even more pressing.
Of course, it's not so unusual to settle in until you're discharged, either. You may choose to wait for loved ones to come pick you up, even speak to your fellow patients, whether roommates or others wandering the halls. The more enterprising and suspicious might even consider it an opportunity to poke around for a few basic answers.
JUNE 1ST - 4TH | GETTING USED TO HOME AGAIN |
However you get there, outside the birds sing a joyful song, and though the air is just a bit crisp, the sky's as sunny as you've ever seen it. It's bright enough to make you squint for a moment before you feast your eyes on the quaint little mountain town of Wayward Pines, though that might just be some sort of side effect from your accident. Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and slightly waterlogged from the recent flood. Cars cruise by at a safe and respectable speed. Fellow pedestrians spare you glances, some wary, others concerned or just friendly. It probably depends on how clothed you were when you left the hospital.
This isn't even the picturesque city center, though a colorful nearby sign reads "
Main Street" with an arrow pointing due south, followed in smaller font by a list of businesses you don't recognize (could be a good direction to head in, though — maybe it'll jog your memory), and one that you might: Wayward Pines Sheriff's Department. You've likely caught wind by now that any clothing or other items you had on you at the time of your accident are being held by the Sheriff until you're well enough to claim them. Not to mention the keys to your home, kept locked and safe at the station for you. That should probably be your next stop, though if anything's missing in what they hand over you'd be the last to know.
It's time to get home, to recover from your ordeal and try to sort through your memories. Do you remember this house, the pictures of family on the walls and how to navigate to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Maybe it's easier with loved ones living with you, helping you get settled, or maybe you're on your own. Either way, over the next few days it's a good idea to try to remember your routines, to get out and finally visit Main Street if you haven't already. Maybe you even remembered that you work in one of the more familiar sounding shops, or elsewhere in town. Makes sense they'd give you some time off to recover and get reacclimated to your life here, but eventually you should probably get back to work. You haven't seen your co-workers in a few days, and besides, you have to be able to put bread on the table.
JUNE 5TH | GLUG GLUG'S GRAND OPENING! |
Town hall is listening, and town hall has heard you loud and clear (their surveillance equipment is of the highest quality, after all). While there appears to have been some... clerical issues and red tape concerning the highest voted name, when the fifth rolls around the newly completed and lovingly anointed
Glug Glug's opens its doors to the public for the official grand opening!
For an old diner, this place has undergone an amazing transformation, with a ground, second, and basement floor all open to the public and offering a wide variety of entertainment options within:
The ground floor features a long bar along one wall where one can order coffee, tea, soda, hot chocolate, whatever your little caffeinated heart desires, as well as alcoholic drinks 10% or under — provided you can show some form of ID, of course. Linda, perched at the bar with a mimosa in hand, will tell anyone who listens that
she voted for Pubby McPubface, but honestly, who's listening to Linda, anyway? Pastries and small appetizers are also available at half price for the special event, and card and board games make inviting and colorful centerpieces on the tables scattered around the room (there are classics like Monopoly and the rousing game of Jenga in the corner, amongst less common fare you
may not have played before, like Cards Against Humanity and Settlers of Catan).
A lounge on the second floor overlooks the ground floor and features plush couches and chairs, ambient lighting and a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere to contrast with the low buzz of activity below. A small balcony out back provides a peaceful, quiet view of some of the very pines after which our town was named.
The basement is where anyone interested will find music, dance, billiards and booze. A small stage on one end features regular local live performances, with a vast stretch of the room devoted to a dance floor and just a few private booths set into the wall around the edges. The bar down here serves the harder stuff to those that can prove they're old enough to be handling it, and one corner of the room is devoted to a billiards table and two large pinball machines.
Technically the basement level is open to all ages, but getting down there requires showing your ID and getting your hand stamped, and anyone under 16 is
highly encouraged to be accompanied by an adult. And, of course, anyone caught sneaking drinks to minors will be summarily kicked out, as well as reported to Sheriff Griffith for a good talking to about, you know, civic duty and such. It's honestly not worth it, you
know how he goes on.
Today is supposed to be a party after all, let's not spoil it just yet.
MOD NOTES
Welcome to our fifth mingle log for newbies and oldbies alike!
This log is meant to cover characters' first five days in Wayward Pines. Characters for this round will appear staggered in the hospital between the
1st and the
3rd, and a CR building event will occur on the
5th, after everyone has had a suitable amount of time to get settled in town. For the most part, only the five memories detailed in your character's application are remembered throughout the duration of this log, although their false Wayward Pines memories may also begin to surface (in those who've opted to utilize this mechanic) as the week wears on. These memories, as noted in the FAQ, feel very real and are accompanied by as much emotion or sentiment as a real memory would be.
PLEASE INCLUDE IN SUBJECT LINE:
Character Name,
date,
location, and
Open or
Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.
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INTRODUCTION LOG
Ana Lewis, June 5th, Glug Glugs [Death/brief suicide mention]
Still, once upon a time Ana had a death wish, and it had been brainwashed out of her, then it had been shaken out of her by what Rex had done, and if she ever was in that position again, all she would need to do was remember turning to dust during that party and she was forever cured of it. Well, at least this place was good for one thing when it came down to it.
But tonight was about mingling and having fun. She carried a beer in her hand as more of a prop than anything else; there was no use in spending the money for it when she couldn't get drunk. Dressing up had been a bonus of course, the outfit wasn't quite entirely her style, but she was working on it, and at least the skirt was short and the shoes were good. Letting her hair down physically as well as metaphorically, Ana wound her way through the crowd, occasionally stopping and flirting, or playing a game of pool, or just chatting with whoever happened to be around.]
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impossible.
that's the first thing jyn notices. she hasn't bothered to dress up, she may well be incapable of the feat, so she is still in hand me down flannel "borrowed" from poe this time tied at the waist over her slim pants and serviceable boots. in comparison, ana looks like a supermodel (though that might just be ana) and jyn looks like a street urchin.
luckily, she is used to this, but it doesn't mean she doesn't stare. and point out as ana passes, ] Your, uh, ribbon's unfurling.
[ she gestures to her heels. ]
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People doing what they want to do is becoming more and more important to her lately.
Ana's voice is bright and bubbling and without the slightest bit of hesitation, she offers her beer to the other woman.]
Oh! Thanks so much! You have no idea how few shoes I have here, and I'd hate to fall over on my face. Hold this, would you so I can tie it?
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Sure.
[ she takes the beer easily, holding it in her right hand so she won't be inclined to take a sip from the wrong beer. (lbr once ana bends down to retie the ribbon jyn is stealing a free sip anyway.) ]
They're... tall.
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Probably.
Leaning down and quickly tying the strap into a bow, and then standing up and looking at it before she adjusts it again, Ana can't help but laugh softly.]
I suppose it is, but you should have seen some of the ones I wore back home. You wouldn't believe how much a shoe could be turned into a weapon.
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[ it isn't that jyn hasn't kicked someone in the face before, she kicked melshi across the transport van before slamming a shovel into his gut, but even when she was dressed up for the massacre on inusagi, she was wearing flats and so was maia. ]
The heel, then? You'd need a bit of force on that, it hasn't got a point.
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Of course, put if you put enough force behind anything you can put it through someone. Especially if you're going for soft bits of flesh. The groin of course, or the stomach, or the face. Eyes especially.
[Watching to see how the girl reacts, Ana extends her hand again, both for her beer and a shake.]
Ana Lewis, by the way.
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she passes the drink back before she shakes. ] Jyn Erso.
[ a beat. ] Stomach would be harder though, yeah? All the connective tissue and the muscles.
[ not everyone is made of lean muscle like she is, admittedly, but all the other bits seem more fatty flesh than muscles. ]
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[At least several hundred dollars. Ana Lewis was more than a little bit of a shoe fiend especially when she was under the guise of the baroness. More than once her husband had jokingly berated her about spending his entire inheritance on designer shoes. But she needed to push away the thoughts of him quickly; there was no time for guilt now. Instead Ana shrugged and went along with the rest of her story.]
You do it to knock the wind out of them. The heel makes it easier. Much easier. Especially because they normally don't expect someone wearing shoes like that to be able to do it.
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Heel to the breast bone'd probably hurt like hell, too.
[ admittedly, she can't fathom the idea of spending that much on shoes, or even spending any money on shoes, but still. now she won't think of them as something so useless. ]
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[Ana grinned, and her look was very much 'hold my beer and watch this' as she took a step back. Bringing her leg up, Ana kicked high but not in the direction of Jyn's head. It wouldn't do to hurt her new friend now would it. But she just held her leg there and twisted the heel slightly.]
If you want, I can teach you.
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Thank you, but I've had lessons.
[ her lessons just hadn't included high heels because lbr saw was not big on fancy dress parties and he was definitely not big on putting jyn into high society functions. ]
Wouldn't mind someone to spar against, though.
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[The leg that had been up comes down to rest against the boots that Jyn wore, comparing the two of them. She tilted her head to one side and a little smile appeared on her face.]
Well, if nothing else it's a good excuse to go shoe shopping together. I do so love shoe shopping.
[To say love would be quite an understatement there, Ana.]
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[ shopping :| ]
I'm not spending money on shoes.
[ ana might still be able to convince jyn to go with but also... she isn't spending money on something so useless as shoes. she is too poor for this. too poor even to spend cassian's money on shoes -- his money is only for food and booze, you know. the essentials. ]
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And being a teacher in the Pines paid well, and considering she didn't have to pay for her house, and she didn't need a car the money she made as a teacher was actually good for storing in the bank or purchasing things.]
I'll tell you what, I'll buy myself a pair in your size and you can use it for training, or if you need to, completely wrecking someone's day. Deal?
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Yeah, maybe.
[ it's a soft yes, but it's as close as it's going to get. ]
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If only they were the same size! But Ana thought her feet were larger because she was taller than the other woman.]
So, what kind would you want? Strappy ones like these? [Her foot raised once more with a grin, and she gestured towards it.]
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A break my kriffin' ankle? No thank you. Isn't there something more sturdy?
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[Ana considered it for a moment, and she looked like she was creating a bit of a battle plan in her head, because in a way she was. After all, each sort of shoe had trade-offs when it came to kicking someone in the face.]
Though I suppose brawn could make up with that with sheer brute strength.
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[ let's all take a moment to remember that jyn is talking about clothes and shoes. ]
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[Which she knows because really they're what she wears most often with her catsuit back home.]
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One thing he notices: she's not really drinking her beer. She carries it around seemingly for show, the way Bucky himself does. Like it says: 'Look at me, I'm a normal person who can relax with a beer and definitely get drunk.'
Eventually, he gets tired of wallflowering. Bucky's here for a purpose, after all: mingle, get back in their little 'world' here after his weeks out of commission. Cultivate friendships, make new allies, observe how life's moved on with alarming speed after the recent upheavals.
So, he approaches Ana at one of the pool tables, eyeing her line up a shot. She clearly knows what she's doing, how to line everything up just so to hit the best angle. He lets out a low, impressed hum. ]
I almost didn't recognize you without any markers in your hair.
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With her glasses, it might count as cheating after all. And even if she wasn't playing with anyone else, there was no reason to cheat herself.
When she hears Bucky, Ana laughs softly, and she takes the shot, landing it easily. If she didn't, she'd half-expect Storm Shadow to come and put her through her ninja paces again. Ninjas who couldn't make a simple pool shot, she decided, wouldn't be worthy of their training at all. Even if she missed some of her training here; there were only so many things that she could do and still manage to keep a low profile.]
Well, even dragons need to let their hair down every once in a while. But don't you worry, darling, they're all safe back at my hoard.
[When she grinned at him, it was a real Ana grin, and she doesn't need to put any 'I'm fine, fitting in!' spin on it.]
Did you wanna play? [Yeah, that may have been a little bit of a challenge in her tone.]
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Yet, here they both are, smiling through it. ]
Sure. [ He grabs the rack and sets it down on the table, moving to get all the balls back in place. Shooting her a quick grin, he adds: ] Just so you know, I'm rusty as hell. [ Like. Seventy years rusty, though he's sure he's still got a good eye for this. ] Promise not to judge me too hard?
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So, there's another quick smile, and a little brush of her hair back over shoulder. She's definitely teasing as she pretends to consider it, holding her cue on one side.]
Well, I suppose I'll consider it, darling. Depends on how rusty you are and should you require any proper tutelage.
[Her tongue and a smirk lingered over proper tutelage, and she gestured for him to break.]