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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.
seaweedbrain: (066)

[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-10 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, of course I'll be there. Soon as I finish up with this stuff.

[ Percy grins.

It's like there'd never been a blip in his memory to begin with. All names are remembered, all events that had happened in the past filed and in order, tucked away where they should be in his brain.

He'd always liked hanging out at the Salvatore house. It's big and spacious and there's always good food and the feeling of family. He hasn't had a whole lot of that in his life, not since his parents left him here on his own, and while Percy might have resisted for as long as he could, it's kind of a nice thing to have people to turn to when things get kind of crappy. He knows he hasn't exactly made it easy on his friends and adopted-family, but he's trying. ]


I'm feeling pizza. You think Elena would be into pizza?
withstyle: (fondness)

[personal profile] withstyle 2017-05-10 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Izzy laughs and then gives a roll of her eyes; she isn't entirely sure that her brother's marital happiness will pass like Damon thinks. Magnus and Alec aren't quite like him and Katherine. They're...happier, or at least they seem it in comparison to what she remembers of her friend and her husband.] Maybe, but they're pretty happy. Almost enough to make me jealous sometimes.

[That's definitely a joke, though, if she weren't as confident as she is....she might find a little more to be jealous about.

Nodding, though, Izzy gives a bit of a shrug.]
For the moment, anyway. They've got quite a bit of room, considering Magnus' tastes and penchant for decorating. Guess I'm just lucky Magnus doesn't mind Alec's little sister being around.
seaweedbrain: (063)

[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-10 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't either.

[ Percy's grin is almost cheeky.

The day's nearly over and most of the cookies have been sold. He's surprised by the outcome but pretty pleased too. He's not going to quit his day-job or anything, not that his day-job (more like an after-school and weekends job, honestly) is really all that glamorous, but seeing people enjoying his blue-kies has been awesome. ]


One of my many hidden talents, I guess. [ If only he knew ... ] I just started this weekend ... mostly to get out of detention. Does that make me a bad person?
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[personal profile] otrazhenie 2017-05-10 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
There was no way for Elena to resist the compulsion. She was human now, and she didn't have any vervain. Not that she knew Katherine was compelling her, of course, people usually didn't understand what was happening or even remember once it was over. She relaxed and the fear slipped away while she listened and believed that Katherine loved her, that her sister cared. They were friends and she'd read Katherine's emotions all wrong, she wasn't mad, things were okay.

The compulsion slipped away and Elena blinked at her sister, listening carefully because she knew Katherine really did care. They were best friends and she understood. She didn't know if Damon and Stefan would, but so long as her sister did, then she'd be able to do what she needed to and not feel quite as guilty about it.

It was in that moment that Elena moved forward, wanting to wrap her sister up in a hug and whisper her thanks, to hold on tight for just a moment before she went back out there into a room full of people she didn't recognize but who kept saying hello and asking how her husband was. She just needed a hug from her sister and she could handle everything just fine.
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[personal profile] withstyle 2017-05-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you know if he closed it or if he bought it and reopened it?" Izzy couldn't quite hold back the curiosity. She could probably find Alec and ask him...at some point. Surely she'd be able to find him, now that she has the clue that he's around here. That's a bit more of the puzzle than she had before. So, coming with Clary and having this talk....well, that's definitely paid off thus far.

"Then that is definitely my brother." Izzy grins, unable to help but be amused at the agreement on her brother's projection of grumpiness. That's just how he is, how he comes across to people. Having two natural charmers in one family was bound to be an impossibility. Basically, anyway!

Shrugging off the question as to whether it's weird, Izzy instead choses to focus on her brother, now that he's a familiar topic that has been brought up. "He is nice underneath that. He's a great guy, he's just got a switch that is always on. It can be hard to tell if he likes someone or not....and it takes time for him to open up to people too." Izzy waves the concern off because she knows her brother (or at least it feels very much like she does...and that what she is saying is true). "Give him time."

Izzy winks at her newfound friend, reassuringly.
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[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-10 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Aloy," Lantar echoes, watching her for a moment, trying to set her face firmly into memory, as a stranger, as someone he'd never met before until now. It's a futile exercise and he knows it'll be corrupted with time, but it's oddly comforting in the moment.

He can see a flicker of something shaken in her face when she steps back. Carefully doesn't acknowledge it, moving to kneel next to the box instead, rummaging through the heap.

"... So. Size 7?" he hazards gently, pulling out a pair of sneakers and turning it over to try and find the number. "Or, uh. I've got a few pairs of them in different sizes. Seven, five, nine. I think there's an eleven in there somewhere. It's a bit hard to guess at what you need with, well, everything going on."
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[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-10 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well they were fresh out of fairy magic at the store so I had to do without.

[ Percy says this with a deadpan expression on his face, which quickly melts into something a little less sass and a little more genuine.

He raises an eyebrow as if he's kind of incredulous about her asking him that kind of a question ... but after the accident and after everything going on in his life and the lives of those around him ... well, he can't really blame her.

He nods. ]


'Course I do, Clary. You were my first kiss. You don't forget your first.
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[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Thank the gods for small miracles. The last thing he wants to talk about is his mom and how much her death messed him up.

Talking about cupcakes and detention? Much preferred.

Even if this lady is threatening to take his cupcake away. He'll just ... keep the second one in his hand, away from her snatching hands. Yeah.

"I - uh. I missed a test. English. Not my best subject."
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[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-10 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Over-confident teenager hype happened for the first six batches. By the time 7 rolled around, it'd worn off. ]

Yeah. [ He likes the cut of Emma's jib. ] Yeah, exactly. You know, I always did suspect that Linda was cheating a little. I just couldn't figure out how.

[ It's like she's not even human.

Maybe she's a monster.

Wait, what? No. That's a weird conclusion to jump to. ]


Thanks, Emma.

[ She's really good at the pep-talks. ]
hawkguyandpizzadog: (doesn't get burnt)

option two

[personal profile] hawkguyandpizzadog 2017-05-10 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[clint's out of coffee at the house which, he guesses if he's been at the hospital for the last couple days then he wouldn't have exactly been able to go shopping for more before today. he is heading to the grocery store after this to do just that, but expecting him to be able to handle things like coupons or cashiers (who always seem to be chewing gum while they're talking to him and make trying to read lips an honest nightmare) without any caffeine in his system is simply asking too much from him.

so he's stopped by the town coffee shop with his dog lucky at his heels, muddles his way through ordering the largest size they've got and is leaning against the counter waiting for his order when his eyes land on jesse at his table.
]

Geez kid, you're looking a little rough. [clint is, of course, the king of hypocrisy, considering he's currently sporting bandages wrapped around his ears and jaw, as well as one across the bridge of his nose. this is pretty much normal for him though, or at least, he seems to be wearing the bandages casually enough. that could just be because he hasn't had his coffee for the day yet though, hard to tell.]
hawkguyandpizzadog: (and i wanna say)

1st

[personal profile] hawkguyandpizzadog 2017-05-10 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
The dog approaches her first, a brown colored, ragged looking friendly thing that presses his face against her knee and wags his tail slowly. Because he smells food. She smells like food after her little raiding mission, and Lucky's never much cared where the food was coming from as long as their was plenty. Greasy was also a perk, of course.

And obviously, nothing was better than pizza.

Clint follows after a moment, and while he's taken the time to stop by the sheriff's for his things (and his dog!) and his home for a change of clothes, he's not looking all that fresh at the moment with a thick bandage across the bridge of his nose and long strips of bandages wrapped around his ears and jaw. On the other hand, he doesn't appear to be all that bothered by the injuries either, or the fact that his dog is currently begging for food from an angry looking child in a hospital gown.

"This isn't how you make a good first impression, Lucky," He says with a sigh, and then addressing Laura herself with a tired, "he's not starving or anything, he's just greedy."
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[personal profile] singly 2017-05-10 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a solid second, she doesn't reach out until her brows pop minutely as her hand goes out to firmly shake his in return. Shaking hands is normal enough and all, but being human all the time, smoothly and naturally, isn't. She nods at his name. ]

Malia. Tate. I'm a senior here. You...look like you could be too? [ She's not a master of discerning age, but. Maybe? ]
ouzel: (031)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
She is butchering it, it's true, and yet. Cassian's smile doesn't exactly falter. As it is he struggles against the desire to drop down on his knees and wrap his arms around her, kiss her forehead, something to express the magnitude of what he feels right now, to have the opportunity for such a mundane conversation to begin with.

It's far from perfect, but it's better than what they were given to start. Take all the chances until the chances are spent.

"We'll work on it," he says, and squeezes her hand again. "We have time."

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[personal profile] girlexmachina 2017-05-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Aloy looks down at her own feet, bare on the hospital floor. She hasn't a clue what size shoes she wears, though isn't that something she ought to know? It should be a basic fact about herself that she can call up at will: her name, age, place of residence, shoe size. It's too hazy, still.

She glances at Lantar's feet, too. None of these would fit him, by the look of it, or anyone else like him. Any other turian. Maybe there's not many around, if he doesn't bring turian footwear to the hospital.

"I'm not sure," Aloy says, reddening slightly. "The... nine. Let me try a nine."
keephimtalking: (Fuck. You.)

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ Aaaand that was a squeak. You are killing him, Dutch. Literal murder.

He's also been slowly sinking lower and lower behind the counter the longer this went on, which is a pretty impressive feat when you're as tall as he is. ]


Do you want the drink now or not? [ he grumbles, almost at eye-level. ]
realists: (ro » small smile)

[personal profile] realists 2017-05-10 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
We have time resonates oddly to her, like it's a promise of something they didn't have before, but that doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't they? Feeling like any answer to that wouldn't be what is trying to half form in memories she can quite reach, Jyn glances up and offers him a small, crooked smile in place of anything else.

Drawing her hand from his, she shoves him, gentle and without force. "Speaking of work, shouldn't you be doing some of that?"
ouzel: (i breathe)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-10 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Cassian allows her slight shove to push him back a step or two, smile still in place. "Yeah, I should." He should act like 'himself', check up on other tables he baked for, see if he spots any familiar or unfamiliar new faces.

He should. He doesn't want to in the least, but he knows other people are going to notice, if they haven't already. They probably have, he thinks. He hasn't exactly been paying attention to his surroundings as much with her here.

"Okay." Any moment now, he'll actually step away, but first: "Will you watch the table for me? I won't take long."
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[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-10 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ take it from her: this will be the nicest and most pleasant murder she's ever committed. better to die from embarrassment than poison in his cup or a knife in his belly, isn't it? but then, dutch doesn't do those things anymore. she never wants to, again. ]

Oh, yes. [ and after the slightest pause: ] Please. Something with whiskey in it.
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[personal profile] realists 2017-05-10 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I will watch it like a hawk." What an odd idiom, though once she thinks about it she supposes hawks have good eyesight. She makes a mental note to look into hawks. And kestrels.

With a good natured sigh, she unfolds from her seat and turns him in the right direction, one hand on his shoulder, one lower on his arm. "I'll be fine and I won't go anywhere, promise." Another shove, more like a nudge in the right direction, back to all the other people. "We've got time, remember? Now go away."
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[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-10 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's something, the way he actually has to stop himself from turning around and folding her into a hug, but...there are probably going to be better moments for that sort of thing, and besides she's prodding him along in the go, shoo sort of way. He should probably listen.

"Okay," and now he's repeating himself, that's great, but he's also walking out away from the table towards the crowd. "Uhm. Have as many as you want." Cassian makes a dismissive gesture immediately. "Not that you needed my permission. Have fun."

He takes ten more steps, turns on his heel, and salutes. Then he squares his shoulders and puts his head back in the game. Kind of. Mostly.

The rest of that 'mostly' is spent trying not to watch every single person that comes up to the table while he's gone, but. You know.
Edited 2017-05-10 05:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] postpartor 2017-05-10 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon likes his response. He's patient, not impulsive, not easily annoyed. She takes her time chewing and swallowing, wipes her frosting from her upper lip with one finger, and licks the digit clean. ] I'll tell you the rest when I know you better.

[ Swapping the cupcake to her licked hand, she offers him the clean one. ] Sharon Carter.
hawkguyandpizzadog: (the trophy case again)

may 5

[personal profile] hawkguyandpizzadog 2017-05-10 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Lucky Jyn, because the promise of relatively cheap sweets has managed to lure Clint out of his house at a decent hour for once and he's currently idling up and down the tables with a cup of coffee in one hand and a giant cupcake in the other.

And most importantly of all, of course, his dog Lucky is trotting just a few steps ahead of him, ostensibly to help clear a path for Clint to walk, but really, he's just hoping someone will drop some food.

Dogs always have the best priorities.
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[personal profile] postpartor 2017-05-10 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course you're not, mein kleiner gockel." She waits until he sets her drink down--a cosmopolitan, sue her--so she can toast him with it. "But my satisfaction comes from knowing how you'd react if you did."

She sips the drink, fascinated already by this exchange, the rightness of it, the normalcy. Because of course this isn't right or normal, none of it is. How they (the mysterious, currently ambiguous they tied to whatever authority installed the cameras that exist here, as everywhere else) manage it would be its own puzzle if she had any kind of science background--

Nurse, she thinks. I was a nurse.

Sharon shakes it off with a groan and takes a deeper drink of the cocktail. "I shouldn't do this right out of the hospital, but you know what? I don't really care right now."
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[personal profile] postpartor 2017-05-10 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sharon felt the woman on her periphery. Her instinct at the touch is to react defensively. Twist, grab, put pressure between the bones in Emma's wrist--

Emma. Sharon inhales sharply. She doesn't get much, not yet. Just the name and the sense of friendship that comes with it. But she knows Emma Swan.

She turns, brushing her hair back with both hands. Keeping up the charade of nerves, even in the face of someone familiar. ]


I seem to have left my clothes at the police station.
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[personal profile] heisenbitch 2017-05-10 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, well, while the woman is perusing said so-called baked goods, Jesse is staring at her with a puzzled frown inching onto his face. Honestly, this whole recognising people yet not thing is exhausting. Constantly trying to piece together his memory is exhausting. Having to pretend to be happy all the time while he just wants to sink into some deep, dark, numb place is exhausting. He's fucking wiped.

This chick, though... Seeing her is like having a long lost memory jolted back out from the shadows. Her face, her hair, her voice, that cackle of hers - all so startlingly familiar, and by the time she's looking up at Jesse, that same shock of perplexed recognition striking across her face, it's all (mostly, sorta) come flooding back to him.

Mostly. Sorta. Her name, not so much. Yet. ]


Live and in person. [ A shrugging show of his hands at his sides as if presenting himself to her. Awkwaaard, though. It's kinda like bumping into the chick you hooked up with whose name you can't remember, and you know you should remember it. It's exactly like that, because that's exactly what's happening here. Seems that's what's happening with her, too? Though, Jesse manages to add dryly: ] It's cool, though, yo, I wouldn't remember me, either.