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(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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.
Hospital
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?
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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At that thought, he turned to her again, letting out a softer mew.
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"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.
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"I think this is the first time I've had a cat walk with me. Just stay out of the street okay?"
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"Its dangerous to walk in the street. You'll get hit by a car."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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He still wants to explore for a bit. Maybe later.
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