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.
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date,
location, and
Open or
Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.
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INTRODUCTION LOG
Dominique DiPierro | Various dates | Various locales | Open
When Dom wakes up in the hospital, she accepts the explanation of you've been in an accident without too much complaint. Something bad happened to her before she came here, she's certain of that (the memory of gunshots, glass breaking, blood), so why not a car accident and a concussion? Sure.
Still, the whole setup feels weird, and she's not very good at staying put in her room. Until she's released at midday on the 2nd, she gets caught sneaking about the hospital more than once, although she doesn't really feel like she's sneaking. She's just curious, and restless, and wants to know more, particularly once she catches the comments about the increase in patients.
May 2-4
But now they've finally let her go, and she's at her little mobile home with her clothes and her belongings and a maddeningly non-functional smartphone. Staying put isn't an option, so she spends her days wandering around town, popping in and out of shops and killing hours at Java Joe's or at the bookshop. You could run into her pretty much anywhere, and at least half the time she'll probably have a lollipop in her mouth.
May 5
Dom's wandered up to the bake sale, unable to resist the lure of sweets. Of course, having done so means that she needs to make conversation—awkward conversation, per usual. She goes back and forth in front of the same table three times before finally stopping and smiling. "Hey. Brownies. I'll take one?"
Afterward she finds a bench in the park and has a seat, munching on the brownie and watching the townsfolk go by.
[ ALSO if anyone wants some fake Dom memories, hit me up. ]
May 2nd
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."
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Which was enough time for her to become an obstacle. When Clary bumps into her, she lets out a startled "oh!" and turns to find the young woman with her hand on her forehead. "Oh, shit, you okay? Sorry about that."
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Clary has to fight the smile that tugged at her lips. "I think I ran into you." She pointed out before dropping her hand from her forehead. It hadn't hurt, it'd just been an unexpected surprise.
"I was thinking to hard. You getting coffee or rethinking it?" She hadn't known why the girl had stop and assumed that she might have just changed her mind.
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"I also fully advocate of coffee." She smiled then, hoping to ease the tension in her own shoulders.
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And a restless Alex was always a bit too nosy for his own good.
He's pretty quiet making his way around, despite the crutches, which means that Dom and Alex very nearly run into each other when they both turn a corner from opposite directions, Alex falling back like the bottom of a pendulum swing and giving Dom a startled, apologetic look. "Ah, sorry. I wasn't..." He winces a little, clearly sheepish, or at the very least, trying to appear that way at being caught. "... expecting to see anyone. Back here, that is."
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"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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Alex notices Dom's quick recon of the area, lets his own gaze drag to each corner and along every nook and cranny visible to him, and upon coming to the same conclusion as her, a nearly imperceptible tenseness in his shoulders shakes out of him with a silent exhalation. "Interesting is one word for it."
He says, and then, "Busy too." With staff that still managed to find the time to escort him physically back to his room and three separate occasions already so far when he'd been discovered somewhere he ought not be. Which, of course, did nothing to stem his overflowing curiosity, but he can hardly blame the nurses and doctors for not knowing that, Alex hardly understands this drive himself.
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Dom's handshake, for all her internal freaking out, is firm and businesslike. "English, huh? Second favorite subject. After history and civics." A beat. "I, uh, guess that's actually third favorite." Nice one, Dom. Really nice.
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"What do you do in our lovely little town, darling?"