pineslog | (april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG

waking up

There 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. You're sluggish, covered in a scattering of minor injuries you only vaguely remember getting, not to mention the vaguely-healed remnants of any wounds you might've had before.

It's a shame you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Your memories are an indiscernible fog if not absent altogether, only a few standing out in your mind with any kind of certainty.

Whether or not the room's empty when you wake, it's not for long. Nurses bustle in looking a bit tired and worn at the edges, like a blurred photograph. They take your vitals and ask your name and anything else you might remember with an air of exhausted distraction about them, and maybe even eye your bed with a look of vacant yearning for a moment before managing to rouse themselves again. Welcome to Wayward Pines, 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... though it might be awhile. Then you'll be left alone. The hospital's population is quadruple the usual, and you get the impression the nurses are working themselves ragged just running damage control. You can even leave your room without much fuss - whichever doctor or nurse intercepts you gets called away almost immediately to deal with something even more pressing.

There was an outbreak last week after all, some of the more chatty staff might be persuaded to share. Oh, nothing to worry about now, it's all been taken care of, but there's always so many details to take care of after a scare like that and, look, you should probably come straight back to the hospital if you start feeling sick, okay? Just in case. But honestly, you have nothing to worry about.

Mingle, visit your fellow patients, worry a bit anyway, even poke around for a few basic answers. Or maybe, maybe just stroll right on out the front door.

heading outside

One step outside and it's perfectly clear that your hospital gown simply isn't going to cut it for long. A crisp winter wind whips at you through the thin cloth and all around your is the slowly melting evidence of an earlier snow storm, clumps of dirty snow along the edges of buildings and sidewalks, sad misshapen snowmen sliding into slush across a few front lawns. You're probably standing in a small puddle right now, just by a simple law of averages. Geez that water's cold.

Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and lightly dusted in snow. Cars cruise by at a safe and respectable speed. Pedestrians spare you glances, some wary and some concerned.

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 and one that you might: Wayward Pines Police Department. Whether you asked for yourself or simply overheard, you've likely caught wind by now that all of your earthly possessions now lie with the Sheriff until you see fit to claim them.

Might as well head that way, right?

items reclaimed

So you've visited the Wayward Pines Police Department and reclaimed... well. Most of your stuff, anyway, though you can't quite remember what's missing, and asking the sheriff only gets you a harried look and a form to fill out if you have any concerns. Best to put it out of mind, as you head down the steps toward the Main Street sidewalk. At the very least, pedestrians have stopped looking at you like you're sick or crazy. (Then again, depending on what you're wearing, maybe it's gotten worse.)

The sheriff also forked over what looks like the key to a house ("A cozy place to stay while you're here in town."), and a general direction to start looking for the house that key belongs to, the sheriff pulled away to deal with some other pressing issue before he could give you more detailed instructions. You could check it out, see what kind of digs they're putting you up in. If you can even find it, that is.

Or you could stick around Main Street and sight-see a little. Also a perfectly viable option. Hell, maybe it'll jog your memory a little. A few of the shops do feel inexplicably familiar...

MOD NOTES

Welcome to the third newbie mingle log!

This log is meant to cover characters' first day in Wayward Pines. For the most part, only the five memories detailed in your character's application are remembered throughout the duration of this log, although the first couple of false Wayward Pines memories might begin to surface (in those who've opted to utilize this mechanic) as the day 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, location, and Open or Closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

If you have any questions regarding this intro log, feel free to ask them on the FAQ or the relevant plurk.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Clary was taking her time and exploring the long daunting halls of the hospital. They told her to wait for the doctor to discharge her before leaving which Clary interrupted as, don’t leave the hospital. That meant that everything inside of the hospital was fair game. She didn’t feel so weird in the hospital gown, not while she was in the hospital anyway. She’d asked a nurse about her own clothes and had been told it’s at the sheirff’s station before the woman hurried off.

That was a stupid place to take someone’s clothes.

Her time moving through the hospital was rather uneventful so she began peeking into the different rooms just to see who was there. Clary wasn’t good at leaving well enough alone. She paused when she spotted the small black cat.

"I didn’t know they treated animals here." It seemed odd.

Clary stepped forward, running her fingers along the cats back when she got close enough. It looked like it was alive… maybe?

The body was neither warm nor cold and it didn't move with every breath. But upon her touching him, the kitten stirred to life, lifting his head and peering at her with large yellow eyes. He let out a soft mew and got to his feet, turning in place before nudging at her hand with his head. Hello.

Clary felt her lips tug into a warm smile. That was cute. Her fingers brushed over the cat's head and then scratched affectionately beneath his chin. She liked animals though it was still rather confusing to see a cat in a hospital.

It was probably fine.

"Hi there." She greeted the cat in a normal voice. She was never one for baby talk. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

Me too. Guess I do have nine lives. He answered, not knowing she can't hear him. His head angled upwards at the affectionate scritch and he even purred in encouragement. Though the general hubbub outside got his attention again. His tail perked up and he peered around her towards the door as a nurse walked past, alert.

Clary can't hear him but he did sounds pleased as she brushed her fingers along his fur.

"I bet you want to leave too. Where is you owner? I can help you find them." It'd give her a little something more to do but it wasn't as if the cat could really give her a description of anyone he might be looking for.

That's nice of you. Don't think I have any though.

He meowed again in response, looking around the room before focusing his attention on the open window. His tail flicked once in response and he very much looked like he was tempted to jump right out of there.

"Ah." Clary rose her fingers and then stepped between the cat and the window. "How about I carry you out the front doors? Then you can go on your way." She didn't know if that rule about cats always landing on their feet applied her. She was pretty sure they were on the second or third floor.

"Here." She held out her arms hoping that the cat would find her compromise acceptable. Not that cats can understand English but Clary was hopeful.

Aw. The tail lowered and he almost looked disappointed if not for her offer. That would probably be safer for him than jumping, yes. He seemed to understand her though as he leapt into her arms obligingly. Onwards, human. To less dreary pastures! Or something.

Clary was worried when she saw his tail lower. There was a moment where she thought he might jump from the window anyway but she was happy to see the black cat jump into her outstretched arms.

A smile played across her lips as she carried the cat towards the door and down the hall. A few people spared her a glance, a few others spared the cat a glance but no one stopped or bothered them on the way to the front enterance.

"Almost there." She reassured the cat in a quiet voice.

It was probably strange enough for the nurses to have to treat a cat like everyone else. It might even be a relief to have him leave. His ears flick and he peered around curiously. Nothing seems familiar and they were passing a lot of items that he did not recognize. That didn't seem so strange though. He wasn't human. That was only to be expected right?

He meowed in response to her reassurance, seemingly grateful. While he felt no pain in his body, he still appreciated her help. If only she could hear him. He bumped his head against her instead.

Clary smiled when she felt the soft brush of Sissel's head against her arm. She glanced down at the black cat, running her fingers along it's back.

"You're very welcome." She paused when they finally made it outside. The streets didn't look familiar. "Looks like we made it."

Clary wasn't sure where to go from here.

At that, Sissel perked up and looked around. Huh. Nothing seemed familiar here either. He leapt out of her arms, landing somewhat gracefully (there was a bit of a stumble) and took a few steps to the left, peering off in the distance. He didn't recognize anything. Maybe he should stay close to her?

At that thought, he turned to her again, letting out a softer mew.

Clary gave the cat space to look around. Cat's were usually finicky things and she didn't want to force it to come with her.

"I'm going to head to the police station. I over heard that my clothes might be there." She had no idea why she was talking to a cat but it made as much sense as everything else. "You're welcome to come with me. Hopefully I have some money so we can get something to eat."

Hospital food was awful, not counting Jell-O.

Clothes. While he didn't wear any, he had a feeling there was something for him too. He did feel a little bare around the neck. With a mew, he came up alongside her again, rubbing up against her ankle to indicate he'd follow.

Clary smiled down at him and made her way towards the police station. She didn't know where it was, only that it was in this rough direction. She looked down at the cat, lacing her fingers together in front of her.

"I think this is the first time I've had a cat walk with me. Just stay out of the street okay?"

The street. That would be what they're walking on? He curiously ran ahead then padded over to the edge of the sidewalk where he curiously swatted at the street below it. With his size, it almost seemed a daunting height.

Clary watched the cat, her brows knitting together in worry as he walked over to the street. She stepped behind him and lifted him into her arms. Her words were spoken softly into his ear as she rounding the next corner.

"Its dangerous to walk in the street. You'll get hit by a car."

A halted mew escaped him as he was picked up but he didn't resist. Well, guess that answered his question about streets. He turned his head towards her in acknowledgement then stared back ahead to see where they're going. He seemed the sort of cat that didn't mind being manhandled, probably helped along by the fact that he had the appearance of a kitten.

It wasn't a long walk to the station and Clary was petting Sissel the whole way. When they arrived she placed him down and stepped inside. The people there moved as if they were expected, passing Clary clothes.

She blinked looking confused before glancing down at the cat. "I'm going to change." Not that she thought the cat to understand her. Clary would honestly be surprised if the cat stuck around.

Sissel trotted alongside her, peering up and giving her a mew. It was probably hard to tell that he understood. But in the meantime, he was going to hop up to the desk and get someone's attention. He had a feeling he was missing something too.

By the time she came back, he'll have a red bandanna around his little neck and he was still sitting on the desk like some kind of tiny mascot.

Clary was pulling at her dress, a small frown tugged at her lips. It didn't feel right, it was too short and very uncomfortable.

Seeing the red bandanna around the cat made Clary smile. She brushed a finger against it. "That's cute. Definitely better than what I'm wearing." She realized that she probably shouldn't talk to cats. The others in the police station were staring at them.

"I'm going to head home and find pants. You're welcome to come too." She didn't know if the cat had a home.

Hmm. Sissel seems to consider it for a moment then lifts his paw to lick at it. Lowering it along with his swishing tail, he peers back at Clary, unmoving.

He still wants to explore for a bit. Maybe later.

Clary laughed and rolled her eyes at the cat. "See you later." She waved a hand and quickly set off to find pants and warmth.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

Hospital

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject