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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.
ask_alexa: (smile)

[personal profile] ask_alexa 2017-05-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do we get to leave?" Dom says, joking—but after she says it, she's pretty sure she just got a look from one of the townsfolk nearby. Hastily she hurries on. "Anyway—yeah, friends. Friends are good." She gestures. "Lead the way. Of course, when I say that it's like I assume you know where you're going."
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[personal profile] ask_alexa 2017-05-16 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Dom, for her part, lets out a sharp gasp and unconsciously drops into a defensive stance (only a little later thinking that it was odd how quickly her body reacted). The set of her shoulders relaxes when she realizes the poor guy is clearly another patient, and one on crutches at that.

"Hey, no, I'm sorry too. I'm glad I didn't mow you down or anything." She glances around and for now, there's no staff nearby, so that's good. "It's, uh, interesting here, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] postpartor 2017-05-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[ She lets herself brighten at the prospect of company, and it's an honest enough reaction. She is glad to have someone she recognizes (which is a reason not to trust Emma, that instant gratitude at the familiar), and she's glad to have someone she can question. ]

That'd be great, if you're not busy. I don't want to hold you up.
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-16 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"No idea." He's smiling as he says it, but he's tracking the path of the person who gave her the look. He meant it to answer the question of where he was going, but it could as easily apply to the question of whether or not they get to go.

Poe pulls his focus back to Dom. "I heard something about 'blondies' and how everyone has to try them but I have no idea what that means."
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-16 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gestures toward the house, with its... currently destroyed interior cameras. ] You want to come in? I've got some privacy for the moment.

[ He doesn't expect it to last, but hey. Use it while one can. ]
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[personal profile] votively 2017-05-16 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were looking for me, were you not? I should not like to keep a guest waiting," she said, partly teasing, but it was still the truth. And besides that... "There are many others here in similar predicaments, awaking only to learn that they were also in sudden accidents. That I should be able to find an acquaintance among them is something to be grateful for, isn't it?"

So many people in this town were just like them, even if they weren't from the same place. Whatever was happening around them affected all of them, so they all needed to stick together, but there was still something comforting about someone who knew. Maybe she wasn't quite a familiar face, but the fact that they came from a place where they were familiar with similar things—that was enough.
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[personal profile] ask_alexa 2017-05-16 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It's clear to Dom that this Dameron character is a guy who pays attention to his surroundings. Good. She respects that—after all, it's ... what she had to do. When she did her job. Whatever that job was.

When she meets his gaze there's a moment where the social awkwardness drops, and something sharp and observant acknowledges, silently, you saw it too, huh? And then she's talking again, faintly silly, a little too enthusiastic.

"You don't know what a blondie is?" She's not too shocked by that, though. Maybe it's a regional thing, the way people outside of the northeast don't know about Italian spritz cookies. "It's like a brownie but without the chocolate. I heard someone saying the ones over here are the best. Something about using a little molasses in the batter." She nods toward the table in question.
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-16 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poe is also in the public woods on the evening of the 3rd. It feels homey, somehow, like he's been somewhere green and cool with lots of stars recently enough to miss it.

It's nicer to think about the stars than it is to think about other things, the strongest of his memories, sticking out with violence enough to overshadow the other tentative pieces of knowledge he's hung on to (General Leia Organa, BB-8, Finn, flying through different stars).

Those nicer memories are the ones he's focused on, those and trying to sort out the disaster of the past few days, from Cassian's crash-course the dangers of this town to Caroline's appearance at Poe's door.

He almost misses the guy underneath the trees, as dim as it's getting. BB-8 is actually the one who spots David, whippering a warning and turning on his flashlight to scan underneath the trees and stop on David. Who may or may not be asleep already. Either way, Poe calls out: ]
Hey. You okay?
Edited 2017-05-16 21:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-16 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, well. Poe doesn't disguise his interest in her reaction to his reaction. (Reactception?) He might be observant, but he's not at all stealthy.

"I don't know what a brownie is either," he says, heading for the indicated table. He's curious, though. And he knows what chocolate is! That's something. BB-8 rolls forward, scans the table, and declares it free of known materials hazardous for human consumption. Poe winks at the droid, which seems to make someone buying blondies uncomfortable. "Thanks, Bee."
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[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-17 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Memory or not, Matt's still clever. He still has the benefit of training on his side, has the sense to know when to press and when to let something sit and brew. He already knows the town and certain people in it are trying to stifle information. What he's not sure of is whether or not it's everyone here that's doing it.

Kenzi's tone keys him in that he may not be alone in all this. The signs don't ease his urge to pry, not even as he remembers the warnings from the nurses drifting in the back of his mind.

"What else do you remember?" The ring doesn't pass by his notice, either, "Do you remember getting married? Because I certainly don't."

The words hang bluntly, the hint of accusation falling flat as they leave his lips.
Edited 2017-05-17 00:23 (UTC)
notblayde: (of the broken pieces)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Astromech," Matt repeats the word softly, running through his mind to see if he recognizes the word at all. At the moment? It's looking like a no, but he's able to make an assumption on what he does know. Astro: Space. Mech: A piloted robot. What? That doesn't seem right, especially not if he's autonomous. Reroll on that one. Astro, space... Mech... Mechanical? Redundant, obvious... Mechanic? Maybe.

BB-8 seems a little... Round and unassuming for that purpose, but he won't say that out loud.

"He's got a personality, at least. Do you understand all that?"
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[personal profile] onteamdyson 2017-05-17 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that? Not what she was expecting. She stops what she's doing, lifting her head to finally look him in the eye. The tone of his voice is what cuts right through her. It shouldn't, but it does. She feels... guilty? Which is ridiculous. She had no way of contacting him because this isn't REAL! None of this is real. Not even her marriage.

"Yeah, actually. Most of it. I mean, it gets kind of blurry after the third bottle of pre-celebratory champagne, but yeah." She drops the cotton pad and shrugs, looking around uncomfortably before her eyes find his again. "What do you want me to say, Matt? Sorry I didn't send you an invitation?"

She's gotta make this look good. She's gotta pretend she's following the rules, but the look on her face says something more than just what's coming out of her mouth. There's an urgency to her expression. Her icy eyes are wide and pleading, 'not here'. Not out in the open.

"Now's not the best time to catch up. I'm at work, dude." Another thing she never thought she'd hear herself say. WORK? WORKING? KENZI? No. It's fucked up.
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[personal profile] arcum 2017-05-17 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clint stares at her for a moment. His gaze narrows as he reaches out to pick this little problem child up. He lifts her and puts her back onto the ground. ]

Point made. Now get down. You don't need to bust your head open.

[ Too dad sometimes for his own good. ]

I'm not clumsy though. Don't know how I fell. But there's always a danger with free climbing. Nothing to support you. Gotta hope your hand holds are good enough.
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[personal profile] arcum 2017-05-17 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
You see I knew there was a reason I thought I liked you from the moment you said something.

[ Free snack from a pretty lady. Though Clint doesn't know or remember things about her. But. Right now he's feeling alright. Could be worse. Could have had to pay for this snack. ]

What sorta liberties? Unless it's one of those I'd have to kill if you I told you secrets. In which case--I'll accept my fate if you tell me.
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[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-17 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
His mouth goes dry, and he's not sure if the dizziness is from the strong chemical smell or from the overwhelming rush of the false memories hitting him like a brick. Nausea rolls in his gut like a wave, and it's all he can do not to snatch his hands away.

Breathe.

"You always did get carried away," The words are out before he even knows why he's saying them. All the syllables feel right, the sentence falls comfortably into place like it's what he's supposed to say, but there's a cold lack of context, nothing to justify any of it in his mind. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, a quiet apology lingering on his tongue.

It's her eyes that he catches first. What's written behind them is stark and obvious - They can't talk here, and it's not just because she's at work like she says. Matt straightens up in the chair and nods slowly, understanding working down his spine like a spark of static.

"When do you get off?" He leans forward, just that little bit, "So we can catch up."
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[personal profile] arcum 2017-05-17 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The why is confusing. Usually conversations just have questions like Clint proposed. But apparently this kid is just weird. ]

Just conversation, kid. Trying to get to know you. Personal questions freak you out or what?
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[personal profile] otrazhenie 2017-05-17 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Best friends. With Caroline and... Bonnie. Another name she didn't know, more gaps in her memory waiting to be filled. It made her feel so guilty that she didn't remember these people, that she felt absolutely no connection to the woman standing there with her. But at least Caroline didn't seem upset with her about it.

"Actually..." She glanced back into the house, considering everything she'd been through so far that day, before turning her attention back to the friend she didn't know. "Could we go somewhere else? I know I'm supposed to know this place, it's my home, but-- I don't, and that's making it harder."
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[personal profile] onteamdyson 2017-05-17 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ow. That hurts, too. Hearing him talk like he knows her. He does, but he doesn't. She feels like she knows him, too, and that makes it easier to realize she's being incredibly unfair right now. Seriously insensitive. It's easy to forget what it's like to be here with no idea who you are and no one to rely on, latching onto the first person you think you remember. All Kenzi's known lately is anger and suspicion.

The hand holding his slides forward until her palm is pressed against his, fingertips grazing his wrist as she carries on removing polish like it's totally normal behavior. A small comforting gesture that no one will notice can't hurt.

"Gimme an hour and I can bail. I'll do your nails, you'll go wait at this little tea shop a few stores down. It's called Go Ask Alice. Sit down, get a cup of earl grey, and wait for me. There's a guy there... his name is Jefferson. Tell him you know me and I'll pay when I get there." Matt loves tea. She knows this. She knows he's just as appalled as Jefferson is when she adds all that sugar and milk. She knows the look of horror on his face when she sips her abomination and smiles.

"There are a few places they can't hear you..."

We're being watched. Cameras everywhere. Do you see the way she glances at one of them in the corner? It's hidden. If you follow her gaze, you might find it...

"Big brother on steroids with serious control issues."
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[personal profile] modality 2017-05-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her mind is confusing. Sharp thoughts tangled up in question marks, half of it conflicting. It all feels real, though. He has no idea how to pick out the memories themselves, but her thoughts on them still filter through, all of her disorientation and suspicion.

When she looks away, he hears her thoughts on that, too. He can't decide if that's embarrassing or flattering, but he's saved the trouble of deciding which by the flicker of another memory: blue eyes, blonde hair. Definitely not Dutch. That makes his focus stutter for a second, and his slightly mischievous smile fades after a distracted pause. ]


( Maybe we were all riding in a bus. ) [ David doesn't really think that's the answer. But being paranoid, suggesting wild alternatives? It doesn't quite fit, either. ] ( You think they're lying to us. )
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just slides into the deep end immediATELY

[personal profile] modality 2017-05-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's disorienting. There's an echo of dishonesty behind everything the guy's saying, but it's an impression David can't source — he doesn't sound like he's lying. There's nothing to make him distrust it.

The juxtaposition's still there, though, and it's annoying. Almost as annoying as his headache, which hasn't abated since he left the hospital bed. David stops abruptly when Pietro fires off the trio of questions, reaching out to stop him with a hand on his arm. ]


Of course I remember. [ Not the accident itself, maybe, but there has to be something before it. Something to fill in the blanks. There are faces, a name, things that feel like they can't possibly be real. The word mutant, which drags out his bemused pause a few extra seconds. The name, though. He can start with that. ]

Who's Wanda?
Edited (fussin) 2017-05-17 05:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-17 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Truth be told, the latter part of the bake sale goes by so quickly because Charlie stays to help. The cookies all get sold, with a few freebies in between, and by the end of it, Percy's feeling pretty tired but also weirdly accomplished.

He doesn't plan on making this a thing, but it feels good to end the day with empty plates and a bunch of cash.

Once they've cleaned up, Percy turns to Charlie.

He nods. ]


Definitely ready to go. You wanna grab some food too?
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[personal profile] modality 2017-05-17 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's asleep enough, meaning: he doesn't notice the droid, and he doesn't stir until he hears Poe's voice. David flinches awake, and it takes him a few solid seconds to figure out where he is. The dark's the first clue, then the stars, and the way he sits up straight and glances at the tree trunk at his back is mostly just confirmation.

Which is a very long way of saying that he's got shitty survival instincts, since it takes him several seconds to even register the reason he woke up. David's focus shifts to Poe for maybe half a second, then the flashlight distracts him. ]


Is that a... robot?

[ Better question: is he still sleeping. ]
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[personal profile] seaweedbrain 2017-05-17 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
You can blame me.

[ Percy is ... ????

Wow. This guy seriously wants to buy them all? Well, okay! Who is he to deny a customer what he wants. He's pretty pleased as punch though because it means he can pack up early and deposit his earnings, thus getting himself out of detention with a clean slate.

He grabs one of the larger paper bags and starts to fill it, only briefly wondering if Magnus is one of the gods, maybe a minor one? It's those eyes ...

But that's a weird thought. ]


Totally willing to take responsibility for blue tongues.

[ As far as he knows, Magnus should be blue-mouth-free. The dye is pretty much sustained within the dough itself. It's the good quality stuff. ]
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-17 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ That is becoming Ye Olde Question, isn't it? Poe sighs. ]

He's an BB unit astromech droid, which around here I guess is a robot, yes he's autonomous, his name is BB-8, and he can understand you.

[ BB-8 makes a bzzrt noise, followed by chirps and beeps that rise and fall like human speech. ] He's getting bored by that question, which isn't your fault. Are you okay?
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[personal profile] abetment 2017-05-17 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stating the obvious is annoying only when it's someone Katherine finds taxing, and especially if they're carrying on about matters she's not interested in at all. Izzy and her words don't fall into either of those categories! So, she gives a light chuckle and small nod of approval, humming low. ] Exactly, and how bold we should always be. Always are.

[ An outright laugh over the muffins. Her interest noticeably perks when Izzy so smoothly speaks about Damon and Stefan (this town and its memory association capabilities), brows rising at the end comment. ] You didn't think to keep them around for possibly necessary ammunition later on? You know how crazy these PTA events can get. [ Another laugh; Katherine sure thinks she's entertaining, giving a look up and down a woman who could only be a designated soccer mom, mom jeans and all, as she passes by. A very soft click of her tongue before her eyes are back on Izzy, the brief judgment subdued. ] And he was? Damon? Hm. [ Looking for her, huh? His wife. Cute. ] Peddling cookies has never been his style, anyway.

I'll be sure to let him know how honorable you are for passing the message along. But he'd be less bored if he could mingle around. Then again, he got to run into you. [ Her expression is humored, but her brows furrow in exaggeration. ] How could he possibly stay bored chatting with you? [ Her head gives a slow shake -- what an absurd notion!

A few beats. ]
Did you drop by alone?