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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.

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jesuschrist 3

[onteamdyson]

He thinks he's thrown for a loop? Here's Kenzi, just minding her own damn business, finishing up a bitching manicure on one of her regulars, and in walks a literal ghost from her past.

Fake past. ALMOST real ghost. He's just that pale.

Kenzi's eyes go wide as she stares up at him and she almost paints clear topcoat over her clients hand because she's too busy being horrified to pay attention. This fake memory bullshit is really invasive and she's still not used to it. Thoughts being dredged up that she knows aren't actually hers but they're still so vivid in her head. Getting a crush on that cute, British goth one summer she was here, following him around until his oblivious ass got the hint that she was into him, going back to Canada and forgetting all about him.

She apologizes to her client and finishes the job, not acknowledging Matt until she's been paid and the lady is out of the shop. Then she smiles up at him, a little too wide, a little too... aggressively. And gestures for him to sit the fuck down before she MAKES him sit down.

"Whaaaaat are you doing here?" In the shop. Near her. In town. In America. On this planet.

Re: option one

[oldladyleia]

[Leia's first thought when she sees the man with a cigarette was oddly enough I thought death sticks went out of fashion. Of course she didn't know why in the world something would be called a death stick like that, but she pushed the thought away in order to give the man a small smile. After all, he hadn't lit it up around her, and that was something that was reassuring in and of itself. So he had some good judgment even if he made some bad decisions.

But his question made her pause; she didn't feel any different. If she'd been in coma, she'd thought there should have been some sort of... well, physical response to it. But she'd scanned her body and scanned her body and there was nothing. So, in response she just smiled a little and offered a shrug.]

I suppose they did get me patched up. I'll feel better once my memory returns, however.

[omnicides]

[ there is nothing blissful about this kind of ignorance, if you ask charlie. it hadn't been bliss to be told that he annoys even his friends with his questions about inconsequential things that seem obvious to them, that they take for granted. it hadn't been bliss and it isn't now not to understand how things work, to always feel like an outsider, someone only pretending to fit in.

maybe tanya is right. maybe everyone feels like that to some extent. it still isn't blissful. ]

Brownies are really good, too. [ charlie smiles, warm and pleased. he's glad to share his food if it means making people smile and make appreciative noises like that. ] You're welcome. We could get more, if you want.

[omnicides]

[ charlie doesn't remember the classes being full, but then he doesn't remember them being empty, either. he doesn't remember them at all — but he remembers what steve rogers looks like and there's a warm feeling inside his stomach, a feeling of encouragement that he can't quite explain. it's somehow connected to steve. ]

You were right, I suppose.

[ charlie's smiling, too, while he follows her through the corridors. ] I'm Charlie, by the way.

[omnicides]

[ there's a frown growing between charlie's brows as he tries to decipher that statement. after a few seconds, he gives up. people don't usually appreciate long pauses before a reaction, he's found. ]

I wasn't looking for the exit.

[ was that a joke? is this boy joking? ]

[girlexmachina]

A Turian? She has a lot of other questions, but... later. She's not the sort of person who makes a habit of hanging out in bars, but if it's where she'll find him, then it might be worth it.

"I'm Aloy." She gives him a nod and steps back, trying to resist the urge to hug herself protectively. No. Hands at her sides, she can do this.

[avicula]

[ dutch smiles and the expression feels odd on her face in this context. she can't think of herself as the sweet and neighbourly type, and so her words are tinged with some darker sense of humour. ] I'm sure you'll settle right in.

[ she isn't feeling particularly settled, even though she has memories of having lived here on and off for years.

after a moment, she tips her head back, looking up. ] Were you looking at the stars?

[avicula]

I learned later.

[ dutch says, an unthinking and immediate answer that surprises her because she doesn't actually remember learning this. she must have, because she knows it now. she remembers killing people. she hadn't held back then; she hadn't even tried.

her lips press together and she jerks her head to the ring. ] Let's go a round.

[avicula]

[ oh. he's not only cute, he's hilarious — unintentionally so, maybe, but dutch doesn't bother trying to hide her grin. ] Deal.

[ after a moment, she adds: ] You realise I never asked for a discount, don't you?

[shoplifter]

[She hesitates -- oh, she hesitates -- but she does finally step in. It's strange to go into something without knowing at all what you know... what you should know, that feels so foreign yet so utterly not. She stands in her little corner, hands loose at her sides. This feels natural. How she'd do it.

She looks up, perhaps seeking instruction. A start.

Her knuckles itch. But there's no danger here. She's not supposed to use them.]

5th;

[wtfork]

I gotta say, man, I respect your style. [ This is Eleanor's response to Jesse's greeting, not even really looking at him as she peruses his so-called baked goods. Her eyes have mostly been skipping from one table to the next without slowing down because she doesn't see why she has to get chatty with Linda just to buy one of her Blondies for a good cause or . . . whatever. A good cause that just so happens to benefit her sweet tooth, and when she finds something she likes she forks over the cash as fast as she can to cut the sales pitch short and move on.

The platter of store-bought cookies, though — that makes her pause, and laugh, a bubbly sort of cackle, and look at Jesse in the process. Though as soon as she does her smile turns upside down. She really doesn't love all this amnesia crap, the way it always seems to pull the rug out from under her right when she thinks she's getting the hang of it. ]

Oh, it's you.

[ In her defense, it's less 'oh, it's you' and more 'oh, I know you.' What are people skills. The latter is enough to make her cross her arms over her sweatshirt as she sorts through what she remembers of him, which seems to be entirely composed of hookups. She supposes he is kinda cute, might even be her type if she could remember well enough to say one way or the other. ]

so an employee *and* a loiterer

[wtfork]

[ Eleanor frowns and shrugs, not really caring whether Rhiannon sees the gesture or not, and looks down from the menu towards her. ] You're asking the wrong gal. I think I'm more of a coffee drinker.

[ That's probably why. Why she works here and not at Java Joe's is anyone's guess, and maybe anyone else would have a better one. She knows the people here, at least, and they seem more her speed than the knock-off Starbucks baristas that served her her coffee this morning before she'd walked the few steps down the sidewalk to Go Ask Alice. Even something about the pastels everywhere seems familiar.

Eleanor shuts the till belatedly and glances again at Rhiannon. ]

Ugh, I would kill for a gossip rag in this town.

[oldladyleia]

Paperwork. No one liked to do paperwork. Leia herself hated paperwork but she would do the same sort of thing that Poe did with it. When she returned to the rebel base, she had put what had happened to Alderaan in a report because saying the words would be like it happened again and again with each sound she uttered. She couldn't have lived through that, not when she had barely lived through it once, so that was something that Leia understood entirely about what he meant.

But then he spoke, and Leia frowned, and the hand on his arm gripped it tighter. She couldn't remember the mission that she'd sent him on, not the specifics of it, not the reason but she'd sent him on so many that she wasn't surprised in the slightest that Poe was the person that she used. General Organa trusted Poe since she could remember, and despite what happened, she trusted him now.

Perhaps she trusted him even more, with that apology and the fact that he tried that he didn't try to qualify things with. Leia didn't need him to do that. "It's alright, Poe. I know that you did the best that you could do." She didn't sound disappointed, but she did sound concerned for him, because of his reaction. "Whatever happened, I highly doubt it's the reason that we're here now." And then she said with quiet certainty, the kind that only came when Leia allowed the Force within her to speak to her. "No Jedi or Sith or First Order could do this. This is different and whatever else, we need to deal with this first. That's where we need to stick our focus, Poe."

Poe was like Leia, she'd always thought, and that was what she was doing with this new knowledge; focusing on the way to get the hell out of here. "We've got to find a way home." Leia didn't know about the cameras, not yet, but in the heat of this moment, she wouldn't particularly care either.

[babyhunter]

Clary leaned forward and down, the motion didn't help her see where he was pointing but it felt like the thing to do.

"Yeah. Just above the trees there, right?" She looked back at him to make sure that she was looking at the same stars as he was.

[babyhunter]

Clary.

[She smiled over at him before turning to face where they were heading.] It's nice to meet you. Looks like we're going to be classmates.

[Clary feels like she might have seen him before in classes but it's always so hard to tell.] Oh it's right over here. [She points to the furthest door on the left as it comes closer.] And look at that, we're on time for class.

[invisibill]

It takes Danny a moment to recognize who was waving over. But after a few seconds the memory comes into his mind. He grins as he recognizes the guy that had helped him out a few months ago and makes his way over.

"Hey Alex! Nice timing."

[invisibill]

"Yeah, those three. That's the belt of Orion. It's easy to spot because it has the three bright stars together."

[babyhunter]

Clary was pretty sure she could remember that. "Sounds easy enough. Who is Orion?" She didn't know if the figure had more than a name.

[invisibill]

"Oh, some hunter guy. I don't really remember much."

He'd never been very interested in the stories behind the constellations.

[futureserialkiller]

[ Carl studies the man carefully. He doesn't remember this place. The only thing he remembers now is that he's been traveling in a group for a long time. And the places they went were empty and abandoned. Not just buildings - whole towns, cities even. ]

I don't know. Maybe.

[seeyaduke]

Ana had been out for a run when she came across the man who had the same dazed expression as everyone else seemed to have on their first day. Really, she didn't know how they expected people to be alright with it when it was so damned clear that there was something wrong and that someone was bringing them in intentionally. Still, she hadn't figured out the who or the what of that, or who it was alright to talk about that with, so Ana just ignored it up front, like everyone else seemed to, and thought about it in the back of her mind, like she was sure that everyone else did as well.

This man seemed to be muscle, and she was amused as hell by that, so she paused, barely winded and barely making a sweat though she had been running for a fair bit of time. Of course, she was still dressed in her running clothing with her hair in a ponytail because that was what single teachers happened to do on days when they wanted to keep their things straight, was it not?

"Are you alright, darling?" Her voice was smooth as if this happened every single day in town, which on some days, it actually did. "You look like you might be a tiny bit lost. Happens to all of us on our first day." Her smile was definitely 'oh look how polite I am' but her eyes seemed to say more than that, giving her words a weight they might otherwise not have had.

[babyhunter]

Clary looked over at him with a smile. "I'll look into it. Is Orion your favorite constellation?"

She figured that's why he pointed it out but then she could be wrong.

[oldladyleia]

[Emma's mention of fighting other teachers can't help but bring a grin to the older woman's face, and a twinkle to her eye that made her look younger than the elaborate hair and the strict clothing might have someone believe. Oh, Leia Organa wasn't pure softy (or anywhere close to it, if one were thinking about it, but that's neither here nor there) but there were some people who did happen to land upon soft spots from time to time. Emma had landed herself on one of those soft spots, though Leia wasn't sure if it was the memory of things or if it had more to do with something else.

Right now she didn't care; liking Emma helped her think about things in the moment and work backwards from there, rather than thinking about missing gaps in her memory (like how she had met Emma in the first place, and how she knew about Emma's favorite foods.)

But the mention of starting to slow down made Leia laugh, almost despite of herself. She couldn't help it, or the teasing words that went along with it.]

I didn't think you slowing down on baked goods was possible, Emma.

[oldladyleia]

[When someone has as many injuries as Alex does, Leia can't help but worry. It's an instinct that comes from even before her own children were small, back when she had responsibilities for things that she couldn't quite remember. Those sorts of injuries often had less-than-reputable reasoning for them, and those reasons always seemed to bring out a temper in Leia that no one in town seemed to be able to quell.

(there were rumors that her husband or brother could once, but both of them had been missing from town for quite some time, leaving it to it's own devices when dealing with her.)

Still Leia tended to have a large concern over injustice, and someone who was possibly abusing a child? Well, that was an injustice that she might be able to do something about, and right now doing at least a little something was better than doing a whole lot of nothing which is where her options seemed to stand at this moment. So that was the reasoning why she settled into a chair next to him, watching those pecan sandies, and looking over the crowd.]

We did seem to have a good haul this time. Hopefully next time will be just as fruitful. [A beat, and then she looked over to him, and her voice was gentle.] How are you feeling? I'm glad someone managed to keep you off of your feet.

[windchasing]

[ Pietro gives the nurse a Very Convincing nod of thanks and follows after, making an efficient beeline for the nearest exit. The fact that he'll have to retrace every one of these steps later, while avoiding these particular nurses, just to do what he came here to do in the first place, is not lost on him. ]

You're welcome, [ he adds as soon as they're out of eavesdropping range, although he says it more like David's been somehow ungrateful and less like he literally just said thank you. Maybe that's just his voice: perpetually pissy. ]

If by chance you actually do belong back there, don't tell me; I would rather not have wasted my time.