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
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INTRODUCTION LOG
Rey | May 1-5 | Everywhere | Open!
WALKING FAST, FACES PASS - May 3-4
AND I'M HOME-BOUND - May 5
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May 3
When he spots Rey he gives her a thumbs up.
"Seriously awesome costume."
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All this confusion is giving her a headache.
"It's not a costume," is what she finally settles on, but she sounds unsure even as she says it, and then she follows it up with, "what do people wear, then?"
Help her, Danny-wan, you're her only hope.
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He still didn't know why one of his only memories was of some weird guy ranting at him about boxes. Or why he'd been carrying around an empty soup thermos in his backpack.
"Clothes? I think?"
He is the least helpful.
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She can't judge though, she's just as clueless as he is, and all at the same time she can distinctly remember both the comfort and practicality of her current get up, and throwing on a pair of shorts and a t shirt before rushing out of her front door in the morning. It's got to be the accident that's muddling everything up.
She sweeps a hand down her front, smoothing over bunched up material, then gestures vaguely at her food piles. It's an invitation, of sorts. As close to one as she'll give, anyway.
"How long have you been in town?"
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"A couple of days. I think? Or maybe I've been here my whole life?" He shrugs awkwardly. "I think I'm a little confused right now."
Because for every moment that this town seemed familiar, there was this nagging feeling that it was too ordinary to be home. Too quiet.
May 4
Aloy follows her into a cafe, frowning faintly, and launches right into a conversation without so much as a hello. Direct, and to the point. "How did you get them to let you have your weapon?"
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"It's not a weapon," she says, as if that answer satisfies the question, and then she just shrugs and shovels another quarter of a sandwich into her mouth. She chews, and stares, and chews, and stares, and it isn't until she swallows again that she continues. "It's for work. They gave it back to me after my accident."
The answer comes naturally, but it confuses her more even as she says it. What work could she use a staff for, exactly? It has to be one of the things she's forgotten about, they were very insistent that the memories would return, but Rey has her doubts.
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"What sort of work do you do?" For ease of conversation, she sits down nearby, invited or not. "It looks like a weapon, you know. I have a bow, but they won't give me my arrows, or my spear. Because apparently I own those things." Her tone turns slightly sarcastic.
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"Grocery store," she answers automatically, but a confused look crosses her face even as she says it. Is that right? Why would she have said it if it wasn't? What exactly is a grocery store? She has a headache, honestly. "maybe. I think so. I don't know where this comes into it."
This is delivered with a quick head nod in the direction of said staff. She has a strange possessiveness over the handful of items she was handed in the sheriff's office, but why exactly is anyone's guess. Rey certainly can't tell anyone.
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The confusion, though, is familiar. She has enough of that, herself. "You don't remember things properly then, either," she says, dropping her head for the sake of... discretion. As discrete as she can be in a public space, anyway. "I thought... they gave me a bow and told me it's mine, but they won't give me the arrows or the spear they also say is mine. I'm Aloy, by the way."
May 4th
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.]
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She doesn't stay silent forever, though. Curiosity gets the better of her, and after a moment she gestures with the crust of a sandwich to the girl sitting next to her. )
Do I know you?
( Straight to the point, you know. )
and then ashlee felt good about her 23935 eating icons
... Are you gonna eat that other sandwich?]
same tbh
She knows hungry well enough though, the sensation oddly familiar in a way she can't explain, and she's got more than enough in front of her to share. There's one plate that she pulls in closer to her, some waffle and syrup concoction that Rey's been working her way up to, but the rest she nudges into a central position and waves her hand vaguely over the top of. )
Go nuts.
( She certainly plans to. )
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... Is this gonna end with us hunched over half-dead? This is madness.]
May 5
He trails off, his eyes wandering as he tries to find a polite way of saying it. Ah. Okay. He perks back up and looks Rey in the face.
"It's a charity thing, you understand? So we uh... We need real money? You know, money. To pay people with."
So much for nice.
But something does catch his eyes.
"Tell you what though, those gloves? Très chic. Maybe I can do some under the table work for those bad boys... Or that belt - Where do you shop?"
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Well she clams up quickly, that's for sure.
"No way." Rey balls her hands into quick little fists around the gloves, folding her hands protectively at the waist despite being given literally zero indication that this is going to escalate anywhere beyond the request. And as quickly as her defences go up they falter and slip, because there really is no reason for it whatsoever. It's not as if she remembers anything that would give her reason to believe she needs to be protective of her things.
Her day has been so weird.
"Sorry, the uh, the gloves aren't for sale," she moves on quickly, unwinding and trying to relax, and she rolls her shoulders out a little before gesturing at the table at large. "What are you raising money for?"
Area Girl Wanders Blindly Into Large Crowd Without Ever Bothering To Find Out What Is Actually Going On.
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"Usually these kinda things are to raise money for the school," Taako waves his hand to gesture in the vague direction of the building, "But this one is kinda... Kinda more for the hospital? 'Cuz they've been overworked with all the accidents, the... Incidents. Calamity! Mass chaos, hysteria in the streets! Oh, you should have seen it, it was terrible, it's the least I can do to sell these little sweet treats to repay their kindness, after they've worked themselves to the bone!" He's laying it on a little too thick.
And then he slips her a single pink macaron with a sly wink. "On the house, you seem like you're having a rough day."
May 5th
maybe she should be a little more careful with the merchandise, but when Rey comes over with a bag of spare parts seemingly confused about this whole currency thing, it's not something Emma is likely to ignore.] For that? [ trading sure beats all the stealing Emma used to do, so the offer combined with the sincerity of someone who's obviously not used to something like this wins her over in the end. she waves off whatever Rey is holding up and gestures to the table.
she'll drop a few bucks into the container when no one else is looking. but she's not making a habit out of this.] Keep your pliers and take a cupcake. We'll call it a sample.
may 5
not to mention why this woman seems to want to use it as a form of bartering right now. He's relatively certain there's nothing on the table's pricing chart about this, but at the same time he can't be sure that bartering isn't a thing at bake sales, seeing as, as far as he can recall, this is his first one. maybe it's rey's first one too? she looks almost as lost as he feels right now.]
What does it... do?
May 4th because I can't resist SW day
Obviously, that had been wishful thinking that isn't going to come true. At least here there didn't seem to be anything to hunt. But years of training - he assumes it was years - means he can't quite ignore his interest in the weapon even as he stares at the food combination with carefully concealed horror. It reminds him too much of Izzy's cooking.
Actually, the woman might like Izzy's cooking if she's enjoying those combinations.
If the food choices remind him of Izzy, then the comment about 'so much' reminds him of Jace. Big brother tendencies never seem to disappear even when the big brother is recovering from amnesia.]
There is... and quite a few combinations I haven't seen before.