(may intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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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.

Comments

Leia Organa | Various locations. Open (if you want to continue from the tdm I am down.)

[oldladyleia]

Option one: welcome to wayward pines.

[The hospital is weird and Leia knows it. The nurses are wrong, and she touches her head trying to put things together like just what, exactly, a car was. (Had she really been inside a car and not a ship? Was a car a type of ship?) But she only allowed the nurses a minute to baby her before she pulled herself up to her proper height, and stared the head nurse down, despite being in a hospital gown. They'd given her clothing and released her post haste, giving her a slight smile.

Telling people what to do was something inherent in her, and the nurses responded to it.

When she was walking to the house, things started returning to her, and Leia found her feet going along a familiar sidewalk to the home that she shared with her husband, and that her son had grown up in. Neighbors waved and Leia waved back with a smile, asking about their family as a reflex. It was something that someone had taught her, but she couldn't say who or what. Instead, she let herself be greeted, and answered questions about the school (as she was the vice-principal) or the model UN (that she'd set up and advised) mostly though, Leia tried to place them and find out what their importance to her was. If there was any. ]

option three: PTA BAKE SALE
[Leia Organa was not domestic. She didn't bake, mostly because she didn't have time to do it. Of course that meant that when it came time for things like the PTA bake sale, she left it to Han to pick up the order that she'd placed weeks ago for fancy cupcakes that would probably be sold at half the price they paid for them. It was funny really how her salary tended to find it's way back into the school's pockets from time to time.

As the vice-principal, Leia sometime had a hard time with students because they were sent to her when they acted out. She tended to be able to figure out what was going on with them without thinking about it; Leia just knew. Mostly, she gave them the disappointed talk and it tended to work. Sometimes. Now though, Leia had set that face aside and greeted them like old friends, asking about classes and how they were. When parents stopped and asked about their children, she smiled and said that they really should ask their children that.

But she stopped at almost every table and paid for something, asking for them to hold it until the end of the sale. If nothing else, no one could ever say that Leia Organa didn't support their school.]

Option 3

[invisibill]

[ You know what was really awkward? Running into teachers and principals outside of school. It was almost like they had actual lives or something. ]

Hello Vice-Principal. Kind of weird running into you like this, right?

[ Danny grins nervously as he tries to remember whether he'd forgotten to turn in any homework. Recently. Okay, so he'd broken a beaker in science yesterday. But that kind of thing happened all the time. ]

[oldladyleia]

[It may have been awkward for students, but for teachers, especially Leia, it didn't seem to be. The town of Wayward Pines was small, and she'd been here for years with her husband and her son before they had left. It would have been more awkward if one didn't run into her students while out doing the normal things involved in daily life.

Still, she gave him a quick smile, and a little shake of her head.]

Call me Ms. Organa, Danny. [Leia had never given up her name when she'd married Han; she'd worked too hard in order to get her degrees and the like in order for her to give it up to become Mrs. Solo (even though she knew some of the kids call her that behind her back anyway. Especially if they'd been friends with her son.]

And what, do you think I live at the school? A girl's got to get out sometime. [Her voice was a gentle teasing to go with her smile, and she winked a bit too.]

Are you being good?

[invisibill]

Uh, I think so? How exactly are we defining good?

[He offers up a crooked grin.] Because I'm pretty sure I just blew my baked goods allowance for the month.

[oldladyleia]

Well, at least you can say that you've done it for a good reason, yes? Showing your school spirit and supporting it is always a worthwhile endeavour.

[The smile continued, and she pointed to a few of the the things that were on the tables around them.]

But if you're too worried about it, I happened to know that some of those things will freeze rather will and will make good additions to your lunches for the rest of the month.

option one. hospital.

[unforgivably]

[ Damon would leave his brother a second message, but Stefan should've gotten the gist from his first. Instead of wasting his time by the phone, he takes matters into his own hands. Being forced out of the house in a towel meant he had to improvise. It's a good thing he and Stefan own their own garage. Gray jump suit zipped up, Damon hardly looks the part of a civilized citizen but that doesn't stop him from visiting the hospital. He knows somebody who resides with them is here now and his money is on a certain witch.

Trying the nurse's station, he found nothing useful. Wanting to seem less conspicuous, he decided to ask someone outright. Spotting another unfamiliar woman, he approached her. ] Hi. Have you seen an African American girl about yeigh high [ He holds his hand to about where Bonnie comes up to him ] hair slightly longer than shoulder length. Possibly curled? In a perpetual state of, I could be doing anything else? Answers to the name Bonnie?

[oldladyleia]

[Thankfully, Leia in whatever incarnation that she's in never puts much stock in the idea of a 'civilized citizen'. She's known far too many people who were better than the airs and graces that those sort of people put on. So, there's no judgment on how he looks, after all, she can be very fond of scruffy people. So, she doesn't really blink when he approaches her like this, and for a moment it takes a second for the words to get registered properly in her head.

But then once they get sorted out (was African American a planet that she'd forgotten the name of? No, that's not what he meant at all. There were no other planets here. Just Earth!) Leia smiles at him sadly and she shakes her head.] I'm afraid that I haven't seen anyone that matches that description anywhere around here. I'd tell you to ask the nurses, but I'm afraid they wouldn't be any more helpful to you than I am just now.

[There is a suspicious gleam in her eye as she casts it over Damon's shoulder, looking towards the busy women in white. They're lying and Leia can't prove how she knows it, but she doesn't trust them as far as she could throw them with her wiry arms. But diplomatically she allows:]

They do seem to be rather tight-lipped about those sorts of things here.

[unforgivably]

They do, don't they. That doesn't change. [ He doesn't like her answer, but it's not like he's going to hold it against her. Instead of stewing in his frustration, he focused on the woman in front of him. ] Let me guess. Accident. Head trauma. Amnesia. How am I batting?

4th purely so i can make this dumb as heck joke i'm sorry

[indecisions]

( It's been an adjustment, that's for sure. The accident -- alleged accident, maybe, but she can't see any reason why they'd need to lie -- must have really done a number on her. It feels like she's relearning everything about her life, and it's coming back in slow chunks. It's not settling right though, it feels off and wrong and new. She remembers eating at the local diner every week, but the flavours of foods are completely unfamiliar to her. She remembers having worked at the grocery store for years now, but she can't remember how to do the buttons on her uniform.

She remembers dropping out of school, but she doesn't immediately recognise her principal.

Her mind is wandering as she walks down the street ("--May the 4th? Why does that sound familiar? That's so weird--") and it takes a couple of solid glances that are closer to stares at Leia before the face jogs something close to a memory. She knows this woman.

Probably knows this woman.

Something like that, anyway, so after this rude gawping she raises a hand to wave, lips twisting into a hesitant approximation of a friendly smile. )

Hey.

( If she's honest, she's totally hoping that this other woman will remember their connection so that Rey doesn't have to admit that she's coming up completely blank. )

[oldladyleia]

[It's automatic that Leia turns towards the sound of someone addressing her, even when she doesn't know who the voice is. Right now, it feels as if she doesn't know who anyone's voice is or at least the voice of very few people have any weight to them. For some reason, this girl's voice has a weight that she can't quite place, and it's a weight that settles deep into her chest and almost burrows there with things that she can't remember but she should, and she knows this in the same sort of way that she knew the nurses were lying and that things weren't right here.

But Leia couldn't put a name to the face, or a relationship, even though she knew that she should be able to. There were so many pieces that were missing of her memory, and each one felt bigger than the next, but this girl felt like a large one, an empty space in her chest where her name would go.

Where anything would go.

Still, Leia couldn't stop her arms from stretching open towards the girl, no the young woman who had spoken to her. It wasn't something that she could name, but it almost felt like she reached out for her with more than just her arms. Leia couldn't explain it, it was just something that was there and around them when she got to the girl who was somehow both small in her mind's eye and yet happened to be taller than she was as well. Children always grow, even if you don't remember them as children, Leia told herself.]

[indecisions]

( It's funny, really. It's like Finn all over again - one minute her memories of the man had been muddled and swimming, vague and disconnected, and then as soon as Poe (and BB-8, of course) had given her the name it had become crystal clear. In much the same way, the missing pieces start to slide into place as soon as the woman reaches out towards her. Rey knows her, she's friendly, she's warmth and comfort.

She's familiar.

Rey's awkward twist of an expression becomes a genuine smile, and she quickly walks to cross the gap between them. She's friendly, she's warmth, she's familiar, and it seems entirely natural to step into the place between this woman's arms and envelope her in Rey's own for a tight embrace. )

Aunt Leia.

( And just like that, the missing piece of the puzzle slides into place.

Leia, the woman who all but raised her. Who clothed her and fed her and only made disapproving noises a few times when she announced her decision to leave school over dinner one night. Just like Finn the memories click, and it feels just as real as she squeezes her aunt tightly and beams into her shoulder.

How could she possibly have forgotten? )

How is everything? It feels like it's been ages since I saw you last.

( Which is strange, because she actually can't remember the last time she saw her aunt, now that she thinks about it. )

pta bake sale

[gottawearshades]

[ Scott watches Leia from his table where he's been helping out, the way someone might watch a particularly interesting opponent. It's not that he hates Vice-Principle Organa, no, it's not quite that, it's that he's very well aware that his interests and her interests do not well align most of the time. Watching her glad hand kind of makes his eyes roll but at least behind the dark glasses, it's harder to tell. When she gets to his table, he nonetheless sits up straight, curious to see how she handles the whole thing, considering. ]

Afternoon.

[oldladyleia]

Good afternoon, Scott.

[Leia remembers his name, and she offers him a smile that's small but genuine. She can't help but be amused at how he sat more straight considering how she'd seen him during the rest of her tenure at the bake sale. But she's glad that he's making an effort, even if he doesn't quite need to do it. It's just a bake sale after all, this isn't like he's auditioning to perform covert missions for the resistance.

Of course, Leia isn't quite sure where that thought comes from, and she pushes it away as quickly as it comes. Right now isn't the time to think about those memories. Instead she just looks down at things he's got on the table.]

How has it been going?

[gottawearshades]

[ ISN'T he, though? All the same, he shrugs to her question. ]

It's been going. People buy stuff, then they go. These are some of the better lemon bars at the sale, so it's a pretty steady stream of people.

3

[sheriffing]

[ let's try this again? =) ]

[ now that she's had time to recover from the accident, Emma is more aware of the people around her. she's been able to fill in a few blanks, like her friends and co-workers and the students who really piss her off. she ends up at the bake sale with a few store-bought items that she abandons to someone else's table, and then wandering around and picking up a few things in support of the school seems like the right thing to do.

among the staff, word travels fast. she knows where the good snacks are, which ones they can't give away, and which parents have already embarrassed themselves in front of their children. she has a brownie in hand when she notices one of the friendlier administrators approaching the same table where she's stopped to indulge.

it's a little strange, how memories hit in varying levels of intensity. there are people she tolerates, then people she genuinely admires. Leia's one of the latter.]

If you don't stop telling people to save the cupcakes for later, I'm going to go around and collect yours when all of this is over.

[she's probably kidding, and yet, that's an accurate statement of Emma's feelings toward food. she'll have whatever it is, if you don't want it.]

[oldladyleia]

[Leia had very few people whom she disliked among the staff here at the school. There were teachers whom she'd found too lacks and teachers she'd found too tough and of course teachers who probably had no business being around children in the first place. However, Emma wasn't one of those teachers, and the blond was greeted with a teasing smile.]

If you do that, [she began gesturing a bit with the clipboard that she was holding.] I think you may need to fight some of the other teachers for them. Anything I don't particularly care for I tend to leave in the teacher's lounge for the morning. If nothing else, it saves me a day of bringing in donuts. [Leia tended to bring stuff in almost every day, and had since she was a teacher. She didn't remember why she did it, just that she had, almost as if she was making up for something that she couldn't remember. But she leaned in to Emma and spoke softly:]

But I suppose if there's anything that you particularly have your eye on, we can put your name on it instead of mine.

[sheriffing]

[ Emma's love of food (and more importantly, free food) is well known among her colleagues. she's one of the first in line for morning donuts or bagels or whatever anyone brings in, and occasionally she might do the heavy lifting and bring in something herself. it's all store or bakery bought unless it's a pre-made place and bake dessert, but she pitches in where she can.

besides, doing her part once in a while justifies her enjoying everyone else's snacks. the sincere offer to share with her isn't unlike Leia, but she's grateful for it all the same.] You say that like I wouldn't fight the other teachers for them. [she'd fight them and she'd win and you know you like that about her, Leia.]

I'm finally starting to slow down on baked goods. [ she'd foolishly started her day with a poptart too, and all of this is starting to feel like far too much of a good thing. ] If I'm not careful they're going to assign me a table, aren't they?

option one

[inthewar]

[ Every time he tries to recall any memory of actual significance, he comes up empty. So much of his life is a total blank. There are things he remembers, but then there are massive holes between those memories, making it hard to make sense of anything. He knows he had friends here, but he can't remember really anything about a family, a life.

It's fucking unsettling, to say the least.

He's glad when the nurses tell him he can leave because maybe just walking around for a bit will jog his memories. He hasn't quite left the hospital, though. He's perched against the outer wall, surveying the streets ahead of him, figuring out where he wants to go first. As those thoughts run through his mind, he pulls out a cigarette, intending to light it up. He stops himself when an older woman comes out, and he perches the cigarette instead on top of his ear, giving her a friendly nod. ]

Feels good to be out, huh? They get you all patched up?

Re: option one

[oldladyleia]

[Leia's first thought when she sees the man with a cigarette was oddly enough I thought death sticks went out of fashion. Of course she didn't know why in the world something would be called a death stick like that, but she pushed the thought away in order to give the man a small smile. After all, he hadn't lit it up around her, and that was something that was reassuring in and of itself. So he had some good judgment even if he made some bad decisions.

But his question made her pause; she didn't feel any different. If she'd been in coma, she'd thought there should have been some sort of... well, physical response to it. But she'd scanned her body and scanned her body and there was nothing. So, in response she just smiled a little and offered a shrug.]

I suppose they did get me patched up. I'll feel better once my memory returns, however.

3

[00nothing]

[alex wasn't what anyone would refer to as a problem child (aside from his complete intolerance for bullies, but he'd thus far managed to avoid getting in trouble for any of that), he wasn't even entirely sure of where the vice principal's office actually was.

on the other hand, he knows he's been missing an awful lot of school lately from various injuries, and while that's hardly his fault, it still makes interacting with any of the school faculty a touch uncomfortable. the fact that he's currently sporting bandages across his shoulders and back and crutches to get around on doesn't make running into ms. organa now any easier either.

he smiles weakly up at her from the table a pta member had wrangled him into earlier to get him off his feet, idly spinning a plate of pecan sandies in front of him.] The school has really outdone itself with this event, you must be pleased, Ma'am.

[oldladyleia]

[When someone has as many injuries as Alex does, Leia can't help but worry. It's an instinct that comes from even before her own children were small, back when she had responsibilities for things that she couldn't quite remember. Those sorts of injuries often had less-than-reputable reasoning for them, and those reasons always seemed to bring out a temper in Leia that no one in town seemed to be able to quell.

(there were rumors that her husband or brother could once, but both of them had been missing from town for quite some time, leaving it to it's own devices when dealing with her.)

Still Leia tended to have a large concern over injustice, and someone who was possibly abusing a child? Well, that was an injustice that she might be able to do something about, and right now doing at least a little something was better than doing a whole lot of nothing which is where her options seemed to stand at this moment. So that was the reasoning why she settled into a chair next to him, watching those pecan sandies, and looking over the crowd.]

We did seem to have a good haul this time. Hopefully next time will be just as fruitful. [A beat, and then she looked over to him, and her voice was gentle.] How are you feeling? I'm glad someone managed to keep you off of your feet.

[00nothing]

This town does seem to enjoy pulling together as a community. [alex observes agreeably as he nods, and there's something almost wistful in his tone that he doesn't even quite understand himself right now.] I'm sure it doesn't hurt that it's for a good cause.

[he laughs a little and shakes his head at her question (since shrugging is currently out of the question with the state of his back right now), looking more than a little abashed as he answers.] Honestly, I'm fine. I think the nurses were glad to see the back of me, with how much I was sticking my nose into things by the end of it.

[and then, slowly, as if he's only just managing to come to the realization himself, he adds:] I'm afraid I just can't sit still for long, Ma'am, I think that's how I keep getting myself into trouble.

let's just continue from the tdm bake sale shall we?

[ouzel]

There's a lot more people than I expected, somehow.

[ Mostly because Cassian's recollection of the event was hazy, at best. He wonders how fast the town is "growing", really, but he knows one thing: there's far too many children. Too many families. Too many reasons not to fight (or to fight even harder, depending). ]

How have you been?

[ It's not a casual question but people tend to take it as one anyway. ]

[oldladyleia]

[On one hand, it seems like a lot more people than there should be as well, but for some reason they all fit into the jigsaw that her memory has become. Oh, there's phantom holes as well: pieces that need to materialize but she should know most or all of them. Has known most or all of them for large chunks of their lives, especially the younglings within their midsts.

Leia isn't quite sure where that name came from for the children, but it sticks in her mind nonetheless. Maybe it was from her father; he always had odd names for things when it came down to it. Or it was from Ben. But she wasn't going to think about it, instead Leia put on her on quick, brave face smile.]

Well, I seem to have recovered mostly from my accident, so I suppose that there's that.

[There's some sharpness around the word accident, as if she can't quite find the way to be diplomatic around that yet.]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian arches an eyebrow at that sharpness, but his gaze doesn't linger, casting over the group instead. He touches the mental edges of his memories of this woman like worrying at a loose tooth with his tongue; gingerly, and maybe a little uncomfortable, but pressing on nonetheless.

The knowledge of her, younger than him, or maybe around the same age overlaps with the school administrator and sincere conversations while Cassian tried navigating Pietro's specific needs in an American school setting and it is giving him a headache. He kind of wants to break something.

He takes for breathing evenly and taking a sip of coffee. ]

I would say 'tis the season, but I suppose I'm a bit early for that.

I'm glad you're not injured, anyway. [ Memory fuckery notwithstanding. ]