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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.
indecisions: easystreet (194)

[personal profile] indecisions 2017-05-03 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Rey echoes the name at the same time, and just like that she can't believe that she could ever have forgotten it. Just like that, Poe goes from mildly curious to completely intriguing, and Rey quickly stands up to squint a little more in his direction. Nope, still not familiar, but he knows Finn. She remembers their meeting, and while it doesn't seem like a particularly friendly experience there's no denying that the thought of him comes partnered with a nebulous, reckless kind of happiness that she can't associate with anyone else.

"How do you know Finn? Did you meet him on Jakku too?"

Jakku, another important name, another one that she can't place to any real memories - but the feeing. Oh, she remembers the feeling, remembers abject misery and isolation, and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She even visibly frowns as she says the name of the place. What happened there that could cause such a reaction?

She's starting to worry that maybe that accident knocked a few more screws loose than they'd initially expected in the hospital.
corby: (050)

[personal profile] corby 2017-05-03 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Like what?

[ Just because it's Rhiannon's day off doesn't mean she has to spend it at home, or whatever, and most of the time she spends it at Go Ask Alice, lounging, getting in the way, and just generally be some kind of chain smoking nuisance — although she's at least usually nice enough to head outside to light up instead of smoking inside the cafe.

This is not one of those times. She's just way too engrossed in the magazine she's flipping through as she perches on the back of a chair, feet planted in the seat. There's a big mug of tea on the table in front of her but's it's being mostly ignored in favor of the cigarette dangling from her lips.

She doesn't look up at Eleanor as she asks the question. This article about pogs is fascinating. ]
shoplifter: (pic#11316513)

i have no clue how long this thread'll last but it must be done

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-03 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Laura wanders over to Go Ask Alice now that she's fully prepped with her things from the sheriff and has her home in order; it's still absolutely strange, and she can't put her finger on why, hasn't been able to really understand her own distrust in this place -- and in the people. Hell, even the people who woke up the same as her has her in some level of suspicion. Like maybe they could turn on her at any moment.

She wishes she could understand.

She is dead-set on getting in the place, but Carl has decided to stand in the way of the door.

............................

............................

............................

She lightly kicks the back of his knee. Hey. Quítate de mi camino, homie.
corby: (019)

may 4th

[personal profile] corby 2017-05-03 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'll have company soon enough. Rhiannon's been flying around all night, but she'd left from the tea shop, so her clothes are still located in the back room. With the door open and the lights on, she doesn't have to go back to her place to change back, and she's curious to see who's hanging out after hours anyway. The raven struts into the back room, spots Cassian and flaps her wings in greeting as she walks past him towards the office area where she left her clothes. There's a few minutes of silence, and then the faint crunch of bones as Rhiannon shifts from raven to human, and she comes back out into the kitchen area, yanking her shirt down. ] What're you here so late for? Getting a head start on tomorrow?
shoplifter: (pic#11324649)

May 4th

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-03 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[... Well shit lady okay.

Laura takes the offered portions without a single word of complaint or gratitude or anything in-between; she just stuffs her face rather gracelessly. And so it goes, she chows down with Rey without a single utterance of an introduction, or care for one for that matter, while the rest of the eatery likely stares in grossed-out bafflement.]
shoplifter: (pic#11316522)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-03 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Laura had wandered in out of curiosity -- the smell is strong in her very sensitive nose, not particularly familiar for her. Has she ever had this stuff? She can't remember ever having it. She wanders passed all the tea-drinkin' folks and uses them being busy to swipe a bag of unmade tea from a shelf that is available there for purchase. Y'know. To make some awesome tea at home.

She sniffs at the bag, sitting down at a table, and tears open the top.

Sniffs the inside again. It's a fiercely strong smell, much like the drinks around the room. Stronger, even. But what sort of food is this, then? Is it like the Kellogs? Feeling daring, she pours the (unpaid for) tea labeled 'Alice's Organic Breakfast Blend' into her mouth.

And then she spits it rather aggressively in front of herself, because it is the absolute worst. Nice day at the job, huh, Eleanor? Let's see that customer service in action.]
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katniss everdeen | thg | open

[personal profile] dislikeable 2017-05-03 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
HOSPITAL (2nd)
katniss is tense from the moment she wakes.

at least, she tries to be. every instinct in her body tells her she should be, but she's foggy, her limbs heavy, her tongue thick. she's only barely propped herself up on her elbows when a woman in baggy blue clothing bustles in, quickly followed by two more. they touch the machines she's attached to (machines? that feels dangerous somehow, as if the presence of machines should mean something to her, but that thought's gone as quickly as it came), they touch katniss.

and she lets them because it's simpler than fighting, and because she now realizes her name is katniss and with that dawns the realization that that's all she remembers.

no - she remembers prim. of course she remembers prim.

and she remembers... katniss squints, trying to gather her thoughts over the oppressive wave of chatter encroaching from three different sides. she wants to tell them to leave, but she can't - that's one more thing she remembers. that if 'they' don't like her, she'll die. that it's her job to make them. and she doesn't know who 'they' are but the word feels like 'everyone' in her head and so she'll act accordingly.


Thank you, ❰ she offers, likely cutting into the middle of someone's sentence, with a weak attempt at a sweet smile even as her hand under the blanket inches toward the edge of the bed she's lying on, readying for- for what? readying to fight, somehow.

she catches more of the next part - they're saying she just needs a little rest, that it's normal to be a little confused after an accident like that - and then they leave her to supposedly do just that: rest. but while there's definitely more than enough medicated fog left in her system to steal a few minutes of sleep (she feels like she hasn't slept in ages), unease lights her nerves like livewires, burning through the haze like fire to gas.

anyone who shows up at her room will find her sliding her legs off the bed, testing whether they'll hold her weight. (they will.)

otherwise she'll be heading out into the hall a few short seconds later, resisting the urge to cross her arms over her chest in this stupid gown, casting a sharp eye around for the first person not wearing scrubs.

now katniss manages a decent level of tension. she's low-key braced for the worst without entirely understanding why, when she voluntarily catches their eye to ask:
❱ What's going on?
comic_relief: (★ and just when i thought it was over)

III

[personal profile] comic_relief 2017-05-03 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack is at the Bake Sale because if you're going to be stuck in some bizarro, mindfuck of a town, you might as well treat yourself. It's probably the best school activity he's ever been to, to boot. Totally beats mission debriefings and military parade.

Kids on a sugar high, though--they're a public safety hazard to watch out for. One giggling girl sprinting by and a bumped table later, Jack is plunking down in a seat, napkins in hand to clean the smear of blue icing off his boot from a fallen cupcake.

Charlie may recognize him from school the day before, from the center of a gaggle of students where Jack's lips had been moving and the laughter had flowed easily. Being possessed of infectious good humor comes in handy when you want to fit in. That said, Jack has no plans to get too comfortable here, evident by the bright red cape he has tied over his shirt. He doesn't belong here and his cape is a visible reminder.]


Hey. [Looking up to greet who's speaking, he quirks a brow.] A blondie what now?

[Give him variables and enemy movements, and he can break down the best way to run an infiltration scenario, but desserts are a bit outside his scope.]
keephimtalking: (FRICk)

2a!

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-03 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's slower than Elcor on sedatives as it were and Lantar was just keeping himself busy polishing the already spotless countertop to a perfect mirror shine out of sheer boredom. All the glassware were clean, all the (two) customers had their drinks, all the stock lists were done, he's dusted and front faced the shelves to the point of ridiculousness- and he's gotten every high score he could get on every game on his Omni-tool to boot.

He's on his knees, trying to get the angle with the lighting right so that he could see where the next bit of dust was about to land when Eliot comes in. The meek excusing, garners a bemused look. The damp hairstyle garners another- and then he's squinting up at the guy as he keeps talking.

"Eliot, you've worked here for a fucking year."

...

Wait.

What?

You can just about hear the mental record scratch there as Lantar abruptly backtracks through his words and stares up at the human he's never seen before in his life. Except he has seen him. He has seen Eliot Waugh before.

He'd hired the man.
Edited 2017-05-03 12:10 (UTC)
oldladyleia: (6)

4! May the fifth be with you?

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-03 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Leia has been around droids her entire life, they were her friends when she was younger and attempting to avoid being a princess, and they grew more trusted and more important as she grew into an adult, and became involved with the rebellion. After so long with C3PO, Leia learned that each droid had it's own personality and each personality brought along with it it's own sounds and personality.

But now she was remembering the sound of the little droid, and it reminded her of where she wasn't, and who she wasn't with. However, that droid had a name, and he had an owner, and that was someone else who was important. "BB-8." The name was soft, but there was certainty to go along with the words.

"They'll get used to you." Her words echo Poe's, and she looks around the sale, and then down at the clipboard that she's holding as if she'd never seen the thing before despite having it all morning. There's a subtle flick of fingers towards Poe, a gesture she doesn't quite remember the meaning of other than that it's one she's made at him often.
morethan084: (oops)

[personal profile] morethan084 2017-05-03 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Skye happens to be walking in the opposite direction of him when she spots him tripping. Hands shooting out quickly in front of him so he didn't face plant, Skye waited until he had his footing.]

You okay?
morethan084: (looking down)

5th

[personal profile] morethan084 2017-05-03 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile Skye's only agenda here was to eat herself into a sugar coma. Okay, and to maybe keep an eye out at all of the new accident victims that had showed up in this town. It's a nice day out too, and Skye is taking full advantage of that.

Before she even notices the man with the bruised face, Skye sees what it was he had brought to the table. Literally.]


Wow. You worked really hard on these, huh?

[He didn't seem to care that he didn't even try to hide that they were store bought. Smiling in amusement, Skye looked up at him.

Jesus. Okay, she should try not to make it awkward. Bringing that smile back to her face, Skye needed at the cookies.]


How much for four?
silver_lined: (Default)

[personal profile] silver_lined 2017-05-03 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...unexpected, but he mostly turns to make sure no children or young ladies are present, standing guard until he can hear a few fastenings snap into place. Then he's turning back to give Damon a smile. ]

Rough morning?
gottawearshades: (quiet)

(please know I want the thread, he's just a butt)

[personal profile] gottawearshades 2017-05-03 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Random chick on the street doesn't really make him remember anything, so he gives her a sideways look behind the glasses before giving a grunt/huff noise, shaking his head just a little, and continuing along his way.

Does she want a list? He's got a list, after all. It's short, but it's still more than one thing which technically makes it a list. ]
morethan084: (pockets)

1A

[personal profile] morethan084 2017-05-03 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's kind of hard not to notice on her walk around the annoyingly small town. He looks like a wreck, a nicely dressed wreck. Skye keeps her distance, at least until a tree branch nearly whacks him in the head after walking under the tree. Or had it actually hit him on its way down? Skye couldn't tell from the angle she was at.]

Shit.

You okay?!
Edited 2017-05-03 14:34 (UTC)
ask_alexa: (smile)

[personal profile] ask_alexa 2017-05-03 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She can't help smiling at BB-8's noises. It's really cute, actually.

She gives Poe's hand a firm, businesslike shake. "Dominique DiPierro. Dom, mostly. And uh, it's just me, I'm afraid. I don't come with a p—a friend."
babyhunter: (Oh Shit)

May 2nd

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-03 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Clary was wearing an old pair of blue jeans and a simple forest green long sleeve shirt. Her sneakers were an obnoxious bright green while a light pink zippered hoodie draped over her shoulders. It all seemed to clash with her bright red hair and yet she walked comfortably in the collection of colors.

She walked with her hands shoved in her pockets and a dazed expression on her face. Her fingers of her right hand curled around the Stele she had been given the day before. She wasn't sure what to do with it but she felt as if she had to keep it with her. Lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed the girl walking into the coffee shop in front of her. Her head slapped against Dominique's shoulder and she took a staggering step back.

"Oh. Sorry. Wow." Clary placed her palm of her left hand to her forehead. She was used to zoning out but she rarely ran into people. "I really didn't mean to do that."
babyhunter: (Surprise)

ii • school (may 4st)

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-03 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clary has her backpack slung over her shoulder with a sketchbook held safely by her left hand. She's dressed in jeans and a bright tank top with a zippered hoodie tossed carelessly through one of the straps of her backpack. She looks like she's zoning out and only snaps to attention when she hears someone's voice.]

Um... yes?

[She blinks as if she's finally realizing that she'd paused in the middle of the hallway.]

Yes. What's up? Lost?

[It feels like a common enough affliction for her to ask.]
babyhunter: (Standing)

May 2, After dark, the lawn in front of Danny's house

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-03 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Clary was walking home from her part time job when she noticed a body lying across the lawn. She didn't noticed the body right away. Only that his shirt was reflecting the lights around him and she was pretty sure that grass was usually varying shades of green. Her backpack was slung over her shoulders while her light pink zipped hoodie covered her shoulders and arms.

As she got closer she thought she recognized Danny, but then, it might just be her imagination or maybe she knew him from school? Clary wasn't sure but she was staring at him now and slowing down as she neared him.

"Hey. You go to my high school right?" What was his name? He lived fairly close to her house.
omnicides: (008)

[personal profile] omnicides 2017-05-03 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the door isn't locked and there is a window in the room that charlie thinks he could easily open. he doesn't know why those things are important, but they are — and so when he's asked if he'll be all right, his instinctive response is to nod despite the confusion he still feels. ]

I think so, yes.

[ he sits up a little higher in his bed. ] What are you doing? [ there's no judgement to his crisp british accent, only curiosity. ]
babyhunter: (Ummm...)

ii. may 5th. pta bake sale.

[personal profile] babyhunter 2017-05-03 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Blue-Kies? I have never heard of a cookie like that.

[Clary is making her way around the bake sale though with very little money. She is doing a lot of sight seeing at the bake sale and not a lot of eating. Blue colored chocolate chip cookies are unusual enough to make her stop. Her lips twist in a confused expression. The longer she stares at the cookies, the more strange they seemed.]

Is it like food coloring or something?

[She's pretty sure they did a test where they changed the color of foods and it got some people sick.

She looks up at the boy. He looks like someone from school though that doesn't say very much since this was a school function.]
ceoinstilettos: (pic#11165667)

2

[personal profile] ceoinstilettos 2017-05-03 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when pepper received a phone call about her son's discharge from the hospital she was both worried and confused. first of all, she hadn't she been notified about the accident ( and his admission ) and second... she doesn't remember having a son. if this was some sick prank because of a pickle some heads were going to roll... metaphorically of course. ]

[ still, she couldn't just abandon scott because she didn't remember. she had a lot of strange memories when she first arrived and she was still struggling to differentiate what was real and what was not. ]

[ informing her superiors of a personal matter that she needed to attend to she left... heading to the sheriff station. she makes it to the station before him and when he arrives he'll hear her arguing with the sheriff about the accident, because, for some reason, he refuses to give her its details. ] I have a right to know what happened to him! [ she's asked to leave almost a half dozen times before she finally complies, nearly bumping into scott on the way out. ]
omnicides: (051)

[personal profile] omnicides 2017-05-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ charlie doesn't think he's ever skipped out on a class in his life, but he doesn't quite remember one way or the other. what he knows is that he has no idea where he's supposed to be going, and that the shadows on the walls look entirely normal. he has no idea why he's paying attention to shadows at all, but he is and they're normal, which is good. ]

I'm looking for Mr Rogers' room? I'm supposed to have art class next, but I don't know where it is.

[ he doesn't mind her bluntness. in fact, he hardly even notices; charlie is used to taking people's words at face value. her words are just a question, and not an unkind one at that. ]
unforgivably: (well... what can i say)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hears footsteps, breathing. A heart beat. Apparently, this guy is the gatekeeper to public decency. But, he's busy changing and again, modesty isn't in Damon Salvatore's vocabulary. He turns around when Kal speaks, leans down and picks up the towel he'd dropped, folding it over twice. ]

Not especially. Had a slight case of being locked out. [ In his towel, but he doesn't have to tell you that, right? ] It's not in my nature to apologize for the free show. [ If Kal was wondering. ] Car trouble this morning?

[ He could... briefly help someone. Probably good to stay in one place so Stefan can find him and tell him that he found Bonnie. ]
omnicides: (0012)

[personal profile] omnicides 2017-05-03 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ charlie isn't yet aware that this is a bizarro mindfuck of a town. he knows that there's something wrong, that he remembers some things he shouldn't and doesn't remember some he should. he knows it's odd, but — maybe it is just a lingering effect from the accident? they said he hit his head pretty hard at the hospital. ]

Oh. They're —

[ he pauses. ] I'm not actually sure what they are, I'm afraid. It's just what the lady called them, and they smelled delicious.

[ tasted delicious, too. he still has a small piece, and he offers it to the boy he's seen at school before but whose name he can't seem to recall. another thing that he should probably remember and doesn't. he'd seemed popular. ]