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.
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INTRODUCTION LOG
Danny Fenton | May 2-5 | Various Locations | Open
After getting out of the hospital, Danny hadn't had a clue what to do next. For lack of any other ideas, he'd just followed the suggestion to pick his stuff up at the police station.
Which was why he was now sitting outside the station and staring at the contents of what he assumed was his school backpack.
He takes out a battered thermos from the pack and turns it around in his hands with some confusion.
"So I guess I must really like soup?"
May 2, After dark, the lawn in front of Danny's house
Danny had no clue what was going on right now. He didn't know why he didn't remember much of anything at the moment or why the memories he did have made no sense. (Seriously, what was up with the boxes?)
But he was almost certain that he liked astronomy. So maybe it wasn't a surprise that he would find his way out to the front lawn on his first night in his house. Dragging out a blanket from his house, he spreads it out on the grass and starts setting up for a night of quality stargazing.
May 3, Main Street
The trip out to Main Street went great for a while. He'd found the movie theater, and they had an awesome collection of terrible monster movies. Not to mention the donuts and coffee shops.
Now if only he could figure out what he kept tripping over. He'd nearly fallen half a dozen times this afternoon, but there was nothing there. He'd checked.
Maybe he was just a klutz?
May 5, Bake Sale
To be perfectly honest, Danny was just here for the food. After picking out a few things, he makes his way away from the crowd around the tables and starts looking for an empty chair.
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You okay?
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Seriously, someone needs to do something about these sidewalks.
[What Danny hadn't noticed yet was that the problem was not the sidewalks. It was the fact that his feet had started to go intangible at the edges, causing him to sink into the sidewalk just enough to trip. As far as he knew at the moment, something like that wasn't even possible.]
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Pretty sure that's just your feet.
[Yeah, she's calling him a klutz.]
Or the sidewalk just has it out for you.
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[He might not remember what his luck was usually like, but something told him it was usually bad. ]
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[Was right now a good time for a joke? Maybe not. It's just Skye's default setting.]
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May 2, After dark, the lawn in front of Danny's house
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.
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"Uh, probably? I mean, there's only one high school in town. Right?"
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She only realized after she'd spoken that it was a stupid question. She shook off the feeling and tilted her chin up to look at the sky. "What are you looking at? Besides up." She clarifies as if she knew he was going to mention that only the sky was above them.
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"We might be able to get a telescope. Do you know any constellations?"
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may 5 - let me know if anything about this doesn't work for ya!
Malia passes by a boy sitting in a chair, does a double-take and knows he's not from home. Yet, there's familiarity she can't shake. Spotting a package of cookies, she plucks it up and starts over to him. Standing there, her arm extends abruptly toward him, offering him the triple chocolate chip cookies: chocolate, chocolate chips, chocolate chunks.
"Here. I felt like...these might be your favorite, or something." Awkward. She can't even buy her own words. Or are they another person's, someone who they both know? She doesn't even know his name -- "Danny." Oh. Apparently she does. What. Even. Her head shakes. "I shouldn't know your name. You didn't even tell it to me." Red alert, false memories ahoy!
Re: may 5 - let me know if anything about this doesn't work for ya!
But why did she seem so familiar?
And how had guessed his favorite? Only his sister....
Oh. A few shreds of memory come into his mind.
"Malia, right?"
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How does she know who he is, though? Maybe there's someone nearby who will shed some light on that.
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This whole missing memory thing was going to old real fast, he could already tell.
May 2, after dark
Plus, for some reason, the darkness had no effect on his eyesight. Basically the only downside of wandering around at night for him was the fact that everything was now closed, but that doesn't stop him from looking.
In such an idyllic, quiet little town, he wasn't expecting to run into anyone on his walk. It's maybe even more of a surprise that the person he sees is a kid. Taako fights a little with whether he should say anything or just walk past, but figures either way would be awkward and just goes for it.
"Hey!" He calls out from across the street. He's not carrying any form of light, so it's probably a little odd that he can even see Danny at this point, "Hey, hey you," he half-jogs across the street, waving an arm in front of him, "Delinquent!"
It's obvious by the way he's laughing between huffing that he doesn't plan on doing anything about that.
"You plan on being at school tomorrow?" Like he actually gives a shit, but appearances, he guesses! "For real - Can't sleep?" Hi, hey, sorry, but Taako's just going to sit on the lawn next to Danny very casually.
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Why did he keep running into teachers outside of school? Danny really wanted to know the answer to this. It was almost like they actually had lives outside of the high school grounds.
Weird.
"Hey! I'm not a delinquent." He was very nearly offended, but mostly amused. "And of course I'll be there tomorrow. Pretty sure I've got homework to turn in." Danny shrugs and scoots over to give him extra space. "Nah, sleepings not the problem. Haven't you ever watched the stars?"
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"You know I can't say I ever have, my man," Not that he remembers at least, "You often get all philosophical on your teachers? Bet you get some good marks in those other classes, huh?"
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He shrugs.
"Nah, not really the philosophical type. At least I don't think I am. And pretty sure I'm a straight C student. But I like astronomy and space stuff."
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"That is some impressive mediocrity uh..." He could swear he's never met this kid in his life. But there it is, the bright memory of this same person - Of Danny - in the class that he somehow only remembers even teaching recently. There's the creeping conflict of familiarity and cluelessness tying him up all at once. The corners of Taako's mouth twitch as he forces his focus to stay at the stars above.
"Danny. Denny. Denny's. Denny DeVito," He brushes it all away with casual joking, but the laugh behind his tone is a little shaky, "You seem a little too old to still be into the astronaut thing."
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may 5
Alex supposes means he's he's been doing a decent job of holding down the fort on his own? Or something? What even is the appropriate social cue for this sort of thing, he'd really like to know.
Still, he's heard more than once that's it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and anyway the parent isn't even around for him to ask so Alex shrugs (regrets it immediately when it pulls at burned skin across his back but grits his teeth through the flair of pain) and calls over to Danny, gesturing helpfully at the empty chair next to him.
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"Hey Alex! Nice timing."
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He turns his head to greet the person stepping up to the table with a picture perfect smile, handily sorting through their purchase and sending them on their way in short order before letting his smile drop into something more relaxed and returning to Danny again. "So." Alex says with a wry tone. "Keeping out of trouble?"
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Alex rolls his eyes good naturedly at the question, nudging Danny lightly with his arm with the same motion that he pushes a chocolate cupcake from the table over in front of Danny in a clear invitation.
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