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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-04-30 08:52 pm
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(may intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG


MAY 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.


MAY 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.

Or at the very least some of the delicious treats at the school bake sale you're seeing flyers for all over town!


MAY 5TH
ANNUAL BAKE SALE, PRESENTED BY THE PTA!

It's that time of year again. The time when everyone digs into their wallet, ignores their diet, and spends a little time supporting the local school bake fair. You know, for the good of the children. Or, in this particular case, the hospital. There's no denying the hospital has had a hard time of it lately, between the steady influx of accident victims at the start of each month and the recent outbreak scare, and the Wayward Pines Academy PTA has come up with the perfect solution to show their support to the hard working hospital staff by vowing to donate half of the proceeds for the sale today. Maybe the hospital can see about finally getting the staff breakroom a decent coffee machine!

And it doesn't hurt that Linda's Blondie recipe is honestly to die for. The PTA has pulled out all the stops this year in the hopes of encouraging a good community turn out, posters advertising the sale plastering every street corner and flyers stuffed into every mailbox for a solid week leading up to the event, and today is finally the day.

There's at least two dozen different tables set up with all manner of delectable treats, even one or two offering vegan alternatives for those inclined. Not to mention a few others catering to some of the townspeople's more... unique palates.

Maybe you've got your own table set up with your wares, or were simply lured to the park today by the appetizing scents wafting through the air. Either way it seems like the whole town has come out to show their support today, and why wouldn't they? Children are our future, after all. Or maybe it's just Linda's Blondie recipe.

Yeah, that's probably it.




MOD NOTES

Welcome to our fourth 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.

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

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-08 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Her head was directed at the sky as she asked. She didn't know what they were but she found herself counting the lights and wanting to draw the pattern that she saw among them.

"What are they? Could you point a few of them out? I think I know a few of the stories but not many."

Her tone suggested that she was very interested in knowing the legends as much as the constellations.
babyhunter: (Zoning out)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-08 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Clary waved a hand and forced a smile on her lips. She really didn't want others to worry about her, besides, Aloy clearly had enough on her mind. Clary didn't want to add to it.

"I'll be fine. Like I said, memories just come back randomly, sometimes they fail to make sense." It was sort of like turning on the TV to the middle of a movie.

"I hope your memories come back and you get your arrows."
babyhunter: (I'm Skeptical but Listening)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-08 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I think he just reopened it." Clary spoke factually. She didn't think it was weird or wrong that Izzy didn't remember, more so if she had been experiencing memory losses similar to others in town. It made Clary think of a song.

'..there must be something in the water...'

With great effort Clary pushed the song from her head. It wasn't exactly helpful to get songs stuck in her head right now. "His last name is Lightwood. He also did look grumpy but Magnus is nice." If not a little tense, but then, they met under very strange circumstances.

"Is that weird? He seemed nice, despite the grumpy. I am not sure he likes my very much though."
sybaritic: (haa28)

[personal profile] sybaritic 2017-05-08 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Times change," contends Eliot, merrily; is Damon--married, maybe? That seems right, thoooough it's also possible that hasn't stopped him before. It's an uncomfortable thought, so of course Eliot does what he does with all things that aren't immediately easy and/or pleasant to think about, which is clonk it over the head with a shovel and chain it up in the basement of his like, thoughts, or whatever. Where he keeps all his morals.

Anyway, "that" not being back on the table, the conversation swings gloriously round back to gossip, Eliot snorting through his nose at the go-to no one is, thankfully, going for. Having just gotten here he has no idea what might actually up - actually, he doesn't even know there are cameras everywhere yet, so let's hope he only gets up to minimally interesting things tonight - but narcing has never been his forte, so.

Speaking of up, in this moment that's both of Eliot's eyebrows, ascending gently toward his hairline in a magnificent study of genteel confusion. "First: what ...are you talking about. Second: if you make a 'who's your daddy joke,' I will have to throw a drink in your face, Hepburn style."
Edited 2017-05-08 01:31 (UTC)
realists: (ro » believed)

[personal profile] realists 2017-05-08 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Her hand feels so tiny in Jyn's hand which is absurd because Jyn herself has small hands, calloused and scarred from a lifetime she doesn't remember that wasn't particularly nice to her.

With a half smile, Jyn gives it a soft squeeze before using the pen to scrawl her phone number on the back of Laura's hand.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Jyn." She won't torture Laura with the absolute garbage that is her Spanish-accent, it's terrible. "And once you're feeling better you can call me and I will teach you a thing or two." You can take the girl out of the Galactic Civil War but you can't take the rebellion out of the girl.

Middle fingers to capitalism tbh.
realists: (ro » wondering)

[personal profile] realists 2017-05-08 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Still one up on me. My idea of comforting is... non-existent." She could barely function in a conversation with Poe, whom she has no emotional ties to, she can only imagine the clusterfuck that would be Jyn trying to comfort someone she considers a dear friend.

She apologize for any past failings but she doesn't believe in apologies.
unforgivably: (you do know me better than that. yes?)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"High school janitor. Name escape's me. Last month he was," he exclaims, making quotations when he says, "missing." The hands come down. "This month, he's walking ebola. Stay away for your own good, if he's seen, let us know. All very 1984 meets, well, Pleasantville in our quaint little town." His eyes raise, and waggle with that. "Also, topical joke, but not my style. My daddy referred more to your proclivities and not, some sort of patriarchal ownership." What. He has a woke girlfriend. She's just in a coma. And Bonnie is a good influence.)

Damon taps something in to the register, adding to the patron's tab before he leans his back against the counter again.

"You asked for gossip. That's all I got."
realists: (ro » learning)

[personal profile] realists 2017-05-08 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Her head shakes, mouth slanting in a frown. "Not here, but I don't know where." She makes a note to ask Cassian. Facts are easy for her to ask, facts don't change based on how the other person sees it, facts aren't up for discussion. She'd only asked because their accents aren't dissimilar, but it's not really important, she thinks.

It's not that small at town, it can be a coincidence that their accents are the same. Bodhi sounds like her. She rubs at her shoulder, wincing and trying to force her brain back into the present instead of drifting back to her friend.

"Your accent startled me."
ouzel: (or just follow you)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-08 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"There's reasons for that, I'm sure." A bit of a lip twitch. He knows a collection of facts and has seen how they've shaped the person whose hand he holds, but it's not like Jyn had time to tell him the details...at any point, really. "No one's really going to judge."

If they do, well. They're clearly not worth the time worrying about it.
seaweedbrain: (027)

[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-08 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Charlie - hey. [ Percy isn't sure how or why a crowd had suddenly gathered around his blue-coloured cookies, but he's not about to shoot a gift-horse in the mouth. The more, the merrier -- even if he's the only one manning the station and a small line-up has formed.

He's relieved, then, to see his friend sidle up to him with an offer of assistance. ]


Yeah, man. That would be awesome. Maybe you could start with bagging some of those cookies? Two for the first customer, four for the next, three? [ He gets a confirmation from Customer #3. ] Yeah, three for her.

Thanks. You're a life-saver.
seaweedbrain: (026)

[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-08 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ At the sound of his name, Percy turns to the speaker. The voice hadn't sounded familiar, not at first, but as soon as he sees Peeta's face, he knows who he is and what they share together.

Of course. How could he forget, even for a second? Peeta is his best friend and this is where he works. Maybe he'd meant to walk here; maybe the first person he wanted to see before heading home was someone familiar in his life. ]


Yeah, I'll be fine - at least that's what they told me back at the hospital. Hey, Peeta. [ The name feels foreign and yet familiar all at once. He manages a smile. ] Head hurts a little. It might be all this sun.
ouzel: (035)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-08 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably," Cassian concedes, "but if they'd wanted me to stay out of trouble they should've left me where they found me." In the sands of Scarif, specifically.

They also shouldn't have given him family, but that might go best without saying directly.

"Whatever happens is not going to be a direct result of this conversation alone, you know." Cassian hasn't exactly been keeping his nose clean at all hours. "And I doubt it will be anything too drastic. Someone I knew blew up a police car, I think they arrested her for only a few days."

All things considered. Granted, the town treats Iba like she's a child and while that doesn't seem terribly far off it also doesn't seem like the entire truth of the matter. "The last person I talked to about the cameras made it a point to yell at them in my kitchen, so you're doing pretty well."
unforgivably: (oh well if that's what they're saying)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
That'll pass. [ He's bitter, isn't he. Only a bit. Only because of who he's married to, and it's less like the Damon everyone seems to know here. So, he turns that frown into a smile. A joke. Even though it does always pass. It shouldn't. He doesn't want it to with Elena, when they make it there. And they will.]

You're living with them? [ This town and its' living arrangements. ]
realists: (ro » watching)

[personal profile] realists 2017-05-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I could always blame my parents, no one would be able to tell me otherwise." Her mother died when she was so young her friends had never even gotten to meet her and she thinks maybe Bodhi or Cassian had something to do with her father, but he's gone too.

Cassian is the only person that know anything about her. ...And BB-8.

"Poe's droid knows me."
ouzel: (Default)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-08 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ No you feral corvid woman, Cassian will grab a small container of frosting just for you and your lack of food safety to eat with your fingers to your heart's content. Leave the rest of it be. Please.

Which means that he literally spins on his heel and dodges her diving for frosting with a snort.
]

...That's probably a good point. [ Might as well close. ] I'm going to take a few days off.

[ Because a 'day off' for Cassian usually involves being in the store for roughly an hour or so, just to deal with administrative duties that he doesn't expect Rhiannon to want to do or Jefferson to remember to do.

This time he plans on sleeping, first. If he can manage it.
]
ouzel: (tumblr_inline_ojotu7uLHP1u99yuh_100)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-08 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Poe's droid knows about Rogue One." He knows his history, Cassian doesn't say, because that would probably lead to having to explain or having to defer and neither is ideal at the moment.

"When you remember more...probably a good idea to talk to BB-8, fill in details we otherwise missed." Until then it'll be an exercise in frustration.
seaweedbrain: (034)

[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Of course it is. [ Come on, Emma. Would Percy try to poison the rest of his school and charge money for it? He's no villain.

He raises an eyebrow, echoing the same expression she's probably sporting now. But it's this back-and-forth that he's used to, allows him to be comfortable enough to make off-hand comments like the one he does. ]
The world has a severe lack of blue-coloured foods and the weirder combination, the better. That's what I think.

[ It's true though. The name really could use some work.

His expression breaks into a grin though, and he passes one of the cookies in her direction. It's a good thing his table is more or less empty at the moment because he probably shouldn't be giving his merchandise away for free, right? ]


Try for yourself. They're not half-bad.
unforgivably: (yeah okay. delusional.)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-08 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
He smiled, nodding. Of course he'd tell her anything. Eyebrows up, he rose, probably too quickly. And now he'd need an explanation. "Let me. You're not -- the kitchen's not your domain." Was that nice enough? A half shrug accompanied his leading her away from the living room and into the sandwich. "So, Elena sans memories, what are you hungry for?" He even opened the fridge to see what they had.
realists: (ro » careful)

[personal profile] realists 2017-05-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't speak droid," Jyn bites out, mouth pressing into a line with thinly veiled annoyance. If she did, she would have understood all of what he had jabbered out when he'd heard her name. It's already an exercise in frustration.

"And Poe said he's not supposed to talk about it." More correctly Poe said Cassian told the little droid not to say anything, but Jyn doesn't need to point that out.
ouzel: (you're wrong again)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not that Cassian would serve her that crap, either. Sugar, Corn Syrup, Modified Whey, Cocoa (processed with Alkali), Hydrogenated Coconut Oil, Nonfat Milk, Calcium Carbonate, less than 2% of: Salt, Dipotassium Phosphate, Mono- and Diglycerides, Carrageenan, Acesulfame, Potassium, Sucralose, Artificial Flavor. Carageenan is, as far as Cassian is aware, is some random bullshit filler that has no business in food. Not to mention the at least three sweeteners in it.

So at Swiss Miss Cassian's nose wrinkles a little.
]

I usually add things to it. Cinnamon, chili powder. [ A shrug, but he is getting out the whole milk and starts to steam it. ] It's good that way. Not for everyone, though.
unforgivably: (dot connecting with damon salvatore)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-08 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
You're very wise. [ Ain't that the truth, really. He'd been one of those 'seemingly harmless' people. ]

It sounds like it, and other than the one that flooded out, there aren't. Not -- one that's revealed itself yet. [ Does she catch-up his code? It's interesting, she reminds him a little of Sheriff Forbes. He respects her, her line of questioning, and her style. Trying to help her, he ignores an underlying sense of -- is it disappointment? Had he disappointed her in the past? Usually, what he felt rose up quickly. Obviously. But, this is more fogged over. Maybe it's because of the mundane topic of conversation. ] It's a very quiet town. [ But, he doesn't mean that either, and again hopes she sees through it. ]
sybaritic: (ha121)

[personal profile] sybaritic 2017-05-08 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Despite Eliot's general inclination to appear 300% absorbed in his own grandeur at all times, he does tend to pick up little mood shifts from other people, even if his most likely response is to then like, not respond at all. Just because all these pesky vestiges of empathy are still hanging around in the guise of a particularly persistent mold form, doesn't mean he has to use them. Still. He notices the wince, eyes lidding speculatively before they move on to his favorite topic of conversation, which is of course himself, ergo: the stance Eliot adopts for this very light inspection is comically nigh-military, if that's possible leaning on a bar (it isn't). The cheshire smile gets a little reflection back, Eliot's marred slightly by tucking his forefinger under his bottom lip, knuckle up, thumb pressed to the underside of his chin.

"My air of intrigue, huh." A thousand watts of delight about this. "I've always wanted one of those. Who knew all I had to do to get it was a mysterious face first collision with some entity I--totally can't remember."

Which is, despite the solidarity (or possibly because of it; he's so bad at letting himself accept that kind of thing no matter how freely it's offered)--just a little too much vulnerability, the tiny hairline fracture in that sentence. So he grips the segue in both hands even if that's only more confusing; at least it's considerably less shitty.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't, they're always running off." Like Eliot lifts sofa cushions or opens his silverware drawer to find ascots, not that that's actually all that implausible. Anyway. He smiles again, lashes dipping over easy eye contact, though this is more testing the waters than anything else: "Why don't you hang on to them? I always like an excuse to drop by."

--that's. True, he realizes as he says it, or at least he remembers it being true. Then again he also has a Year and a Half worth of--of life stuff jockeying for space in his head, and Eliot isn't sure he could commit to a magazine subscription for a year and a half, let alone a person.
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otrazhenie: ((6x21-018))

[personal profile] otrazhenie 2017-05-08 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she knew something else about who she was now - a terrible cook, apparently. Bad enough for him to jump up like that, anyway. If she'd remembered anything about life before, she might have been a little affronted, but as it was, she just brushed it off.

"Anything that's not hospital food," she replied with a bit of a shrug. She didn't think she was a picky eater? But-- "Breakfast was a bit on the questionable side." A pause as she tried to resist, but she just had to ask, the words coming suddenly as if she legitimately couldn't stop them. "Okay, but how bad am I at cooking, really? Did I burn the house down or something?"
ouzel: (can I follow through?)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-08 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That's his fault, isn't it, but then again in the moment Cassian isn't sure that Jyn would do well with hearing after your sacrifice on Scarif as a primer to her life and the ripple effect it's had on how history continued afterward. He can't bring himself to regret it too much.

"He can talk about it later, when things aren't so...up in the air. With what Poe remembers, with what you remember." Because Cassian is well-aware who told the droid not to speak on the subject, thanks.
volitaunt: (022)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-08 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, don't blow up any police cars, and hopefully we'll be all right."

He points his fork at BB-8. "Goes double for you, Beebee."

Poe doesn't want to think about what the sheriff or his people might try to do to a disobedient droid, and he sure as hell won't let them get BB-8 without a fight. He has his mouth full of brownie when Cassian mentions the guy in his kitchen and Poe nearly chokes on a laugh.

"You're kidding."