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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.
morethan084: (amused/listening)

[personal profile] morethan084 2017-05-18 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I think you're being way too nice. My baking skills aren't that good, I just followed the recipe you gave me." Honestly she was surprised, and relieved, she didn't mistake TBSP for TSP this time.

Skye couldn't help but laugh when she mentioned 'Ricky'd'.

"Close. Rick Rolled. Here, I got some almost free, store bought cookies from someone. They have M&Ms in them." She held out her hand with the cookie that was wrapped up in a napkin to her.
avicula: (❚❚ CONFIDENCE)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-18 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Pity. [ her tone is light, and a moment later, she shrugs. ] Guess the bourbon will have to do.
babyhunter: (Come On)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-18 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary looks at him with a smile, her eyebrow raised in the signature style of I-know-more-than-you-want-me-to.

She can understand the strange dreams and imagines that don't add up to life here. Though in a way Clary is lucky. She's able to draw and release the feelings brought on by each image. It helps her relax and get past the strange notion that everything she knows is wrong.]


It's a small town Percy. Stuff will get around.

Quickly. [She adds with a smile.]
babyhunter: (Default)

SO AM I!

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-18 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Clary looked back at him. "You aren't sure? I can make an executive decision for you if you want." She would probably get him a cup cake. Maybe one of those triple chocolate ones they have. They always look good in the glass case.
allfornothing: (Close)

[personal profile] allfornothing 2017-05-18 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ Crowe frowns, just a little. ] Don't tell me they're starving you? That can't be healthy.

[ It's a hospital, for the Six's sake... ]
oldladyleia: (7)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-18 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leia is still trying to focus on the fact that she knows this man and she knows him doubly. In her minds eye she can see him along with a woman whom she didn't personally know, but she knows that they were both part of the team that saved all of them from the first Death Star.

They had bought hope with their lives, and Leia and the rebellion had helped breath on the fire that had grown to bring them down. At least for a little while. Of course now there was a new group and a new thing to stop.

Which was a problem when she was here overlooking something as small and normal as a bake sale and she had responsibilities for the students in the school.
]

It seems like it's always the season for it here in Wayard Pines.
oldladyleia: (10)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment Leia just looks up at the mention of Rey and there is a stricken expression on her face; she can't help it. She remembers the niece that the town says that she has, but there's also something else there, and she can't place her finger on what it is.

But she doesn't want to leave Poe out of the loop, and she doesn't think that it's any form of a coincidence that two of the people she felt like she had strong connections with were put together. Keeping her voice low, Leia just actually said it. "Rey is my niece according this place. But I don't think that the two of you are living together for no reason." This place had grouped them, just as it had left her with her memories of Han and Ben and she wondered if they too would find themselves victims of "accidents" where they didn't remember her.

That seemed to be the idea of a special sort of hell.

And yes, she caught the bit about exploring, but right now this piece of things seemed more important.
babyhunter: (Zoning out)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-18 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Clary looked at her like she was crazy. "They gave us phones. Is yours not working?" Because she was sure there was a place you could go fix it. They'd charge you but that was true everywhere.

"I also fully advocate of coffee." She smiled then, hoping to ease the tension in her own shoulders.
notblayde: (a friend just like you)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-18 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt's definitely interested - The moment he gets the Focus in his hands it's obvious it's different from his earpiece. The technology isn't anything he's seen before - At least, he doesn't think it is. Just the design itself is impressive, let alone all the things Aloy tells him it does. Everything in him wants to start taking it apart and getting into how it works, but he's really not looking to get punched at the moment.

He satisfies himself by turning it over and scrutinizing it in his hands.

"Yours definitely sounds more useful," He grins when he finally looks back up at her, "I bet, with some time, I could do something with this."

He gives the Focus a good, long look before handing it back over in good faith.

"Sorry. I haven't even asked your name yet. I'm Matt."
notblayde: (i like the lights)

[personal profile] notblayde 2017-05-18 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's just that I was a..." Matt hits a hard stop there, realizing just how bad it would look to admit that he was a hacker to a droid and his friend. Just casually admitting, hey, it's no big deal, I'm just kind of interested in taking your buddy apart and seeing how he ticks!

Matt clears his throat and tries again.

"I've worked with a lot of machines - None of them were alive. He's very interesting."
fromtv: (Default)

[personal profile] fromtv 2017-05-18 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, take it from a professional," Taako grins, "Towing that line takes practice. I'm impressed."

It's at this point that he finally turns to look at Danny, now that the tone's set firmly at not serious.

"Never? Not even me?" He lets that linger for a second, "I'm kidding, Daniel, that one's a joke. I'm not old."
fromtv: (Default)

[personal profile] fromtv 2017-05-18 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, you got it now." Taako grins wide and proud. See? He can be a good influence! He's teaching! He's got this. Pride overtakes disdain instantly, especially when she comes out with the fact that she likes them.

"Hell yeah you do! Here," he scoots another two macarons towards her, "Take some on the house, tell your little friends about them." But she came alone, didn't she? That should probably worry Taako more than it does.
invisibill: (pic#11341051)

[personal profile] invisibill 2017-05-19 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"It's Danny. Not Daniel." He was very certain about that.
invisibill: (pic#11341024)

[personal profile] invisibill 2017-05-19 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
If I had to wait for a lecture I'm actually qualified to give, we'd be in for a very long wait.
volitaunt: (008)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-05-19 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
And there it is. Whatever Matt was, he stops himself from saying it. Can't be good. Poe crosses his arms, planting himself more firmly between Matt and BB-8. "Well you're right. He's alive. So keep that in mind, and keep in mind how well his friends would react to him being hurt."

Not that BB-8 is defenseless, but Poe is hardly about to elaborate on what the little droid can do.
appetitive: (my shadow's over you)

[personal profile] appetitive 2017-05-19 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Magnus raises both eyebrows and chuckles at the sincerity of the answer.] I know, I was asking for your name.

[Not that he's actually worried about his mouth being dyed blue, and even if that did happen, it would be more entertaining than worrying. Mostly he's looking forward to the reactions of his housemates when they see a pile of blue cookies in the kitchen and try to blame Magnus for tainting them.

Pulling out his wallet, he hands over several bills. He notices the boy looking at his eyes and they fade back into an ordinary brown.]
Sorry if I unnerved you.
modality: (12)

[personal profile] modality 2017-05-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something in his mind flinches at false memories, but it's a compulsive reaction. There's no recognition, no real memories to back up the response.

It still makes him feel uncomfortable. David glances away, hands tightening slightly on his knees, the pause in his response more anxious than thoughtful. ]


( So you're saying space makes more sense than opening a dance studio. )

[ That's supposed to be a joke, but he isn't skeptical enough to really sell it. He can hear her conviction, and it's hard to doubt it. Still, even if someone has replaced her (their) memories— ]

( Why? )
modality: (41)

[personal profile] modality 2017-05-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Neither are we.

[ Which honestly sounds more confident and competent than he's feeling, currently. Getting out of here is more a point of being stubborn than any real survival instinct, at this point, and David glances down the first hallway they come to, pulling Laura to the left.

The corridor looks even more nondescript than the one they just left. There's no desk here, no clear path leading to an exit. But there are doors lining both sides of the hall, all of them shut, and David passes the first few before picking one at random. It's locked, obviously, but the next one isn't, and he pushes it open and prompts Laura to duck in first. ]
modality: (116)

[personal profile] modality 2017-05-19 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ The smile David offers is a little more shy, slightly distracted, but it's real. Humor's appreciated. He gives BB-8 another quick look when he switches to ambient lighting, but the comment about getting out of town wins out on the list of priorities. ]

Why can't you?

[ Seriously, he has no clue. His hike in the woods obviously hasn't reached that far. The question doesn't hold any challenge, or doubt; just confusion. ]
kneaded: (043)

[personal profile] kneaded 2017-05-19 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ The enthusiastic response earns a broad smile, but there's a beat of hesitation before Peeta heads inside. He knows he works here. He remembers it, but there's still something jarringly new about actually being here, stepping through the door.

He gets over it quickly, though, and a moment later he's pushing the door open and holding it for Percy to catch. ]


Come on.
kneaded: (043)

[personal profile] kneaded 2017-05-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard not to smile back as he starts walking, even if there's a hint of sympathy to it. He gets the confusion. ]

It must've been a big accident.

[ The skepticism is gentle, but it's still there. Odds of all of them ending up in an accident feel impossible. The thing is, there's no reason to think the nurses were lying. The skepticism's more instinct, or habit; there's no teeth to it. ]
kneaded: (039)

samesies

[personal profile] kneaded 2017-05-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry. [ The apology's instinctive. He's not entirely sure what he's apologizing for — the accident? The fact that she's stuck in the hospital? Or the fact that he knows her name, maybe. It feels like an unfair advantage. ]

We go to the same school. [ It feels true. That doesn't make it feel right, but it's hard to abandon the few shreds of memory he's got. After a slight pause, his brow furrowing as he digs into those memories: ] The only school. It isn't a very big town.

[ If he were feeling more composed, that might've been a joke. As is, it just sounds like an idle recollection. ]
omnicides: (0032)

[personal profile] omnicides 2017-05-19 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ charlie doesn't know how or why he knows what a panic attack might look like or how it might feel. he sees johnny's hands still, and the hint of a memory slides from his grasp. ]

That's good. [ he offers a smile, either unaware of or indifferent to the vitriol. ]

A nurse came by earlier.
omnicides: (00009)

[personal profile] omnicides 2017-05-19 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it was. [ charlie doesn't remember an accident at all. he remembers killing, the feel of a gun in his hands, and he remembers desperation. he knows he should have died, but an accident? he doesn't remember that. ]

I hope it wasn't. I hope no one else got hurt.
avicula: (❚❚ 036)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-19 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his mind flinches away and his discomfort is obvious in the way his hands tighten, the tension in his shoulders. dutch can read those things even if she cannot read his mind, and she almost reaches out to settle one hand over his. she doesn't; it's not who she is, but — it's who she could have been, maybe. without war. without the memories of killing, long before she became a killjoy. ]

( I intend to find out. )

[ she has no idea yet, but that won't stop her. and yes, a dance studio makes less sense than space. dutch isn't the most patient of teachers, she's pretty sure. ]