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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.

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one: waking up: [ Kal wakes up about three feet above his bed, and that's just the beginning really.

He's as cordial and cooperative as he can be to the nurse's, as much because of a natural inclination as because he can see that they're nervous, and at first he thinks it's around him. Once he's watched long enough to know different, he doesn't feel any different about being kind and they're all very helpful in telling him about his job and his home and his place here in town.

It sounds... almost right. Almost. There are still questions, but he'll wait dutifully for a clean bill of health even if the sunlight seems to have gotten rid of all of the small knicks and bruises that he'd had upon coming here. ]

two: making your way downtown, walkin' fast: [ There's nothing quite like deja vu, is there? Or maybe there is?

Ha. It's a terrible joke, but he figures he's an old man. Old men are supposed to make terrible jokes. It feels about right. Much like this place: it feels right, like coming home, but it's a home he's not sure he should have. Had? It's strange. The size of the town feels right, and he can easily imagine growing up here, coming home to- oh, that might be nice to make for dinner tonight. Strange the things that come back to you, after all.

But while the feel is there, the specifics still keep aluding him, and that's almost worse than if he didn't remember anything at all. So instead of just wandering around aimlessly, he's going into every shop on the strip and making his way in to do introductions, say hello, and see if he can reestablish whatever relationship they used to have. After all, it's a small town. Everyone knows everyone and that's the best way for it to be, isn't it? ]

three: bake sale: [ When Kal'd heard about the bake sale being organized by the PTA, he'd insisted much to some of the younger guys' chagrin that the Fire Department should almost certainly assist as well, and if nothing else they ought to maybe bring some drinks for those going around and picking up baked goods. That's why he's got a couple of the boys with buckets of ice, a few others showing the kids playing around the area their uniforms and the helmets and all the neat parts of being a fireman, and Kal is manning a small booth with a selection of pies that he'll be adding to the pot for the PTA's sales.

Blueberry, apple, rutabaga, pecan, lemon chess, and a few others... there's something for anyone and everyone if you'd like a pie. ]

[ Damon's brother Stefan left his cell somewhere, and their newest addition to the home they share with the most hated woman in Mystic Falls thrust him out of their house in said towel. Not one to J. Edgar Hoover the day away, he leaves Emma's and walks, towel clinging to his hips, one hand holding it up, across town to the garage.

Never one to be modest, he doesn't lower the garage door back down.

Long story short, Kal peeks his head into S & D Automotive just as Damon drops his towel, having retrieved a gray mechanic's jumpsuit.

Welcome to Wayward Pines. ]

[ ...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?

[ 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. ]

[ He shakes his head easily enough. ]

No, not this morning, but apparently a week or so back. Car accident.

[ He spreads his hands as he makes his way in before offering one to shake. ]

So I'm not here on business. I've just got a bit of amnesia from the whole thing so I thought I'd go back around and get to know everyone again, see if I owe anyone work or trouble, that sort of thing. Small towns live and breath on everyone knowing everyone, after all. Can't help but want to get back in the loop.

[ He should've guessed. With his brother's call comes newcomers. It does take him a second to vaguely place the face he knows he's never seen before. ] No fires here. [ And that gets him a smile. They must not be close, because other than that a name doesn't actually come to the surface. He's used to knowing everyone. Not just their choice of -- volunteer occupation? ] Though, if you owed anyone a putting out, I think they should change your description to arson-encourager. [ The snark is strong in this one. ] I'm Damon. Salvatore. I own the garage with my brother. When you find where you live, if there's a car there, I'll be happy to take a look. Check out your bells, your whistles. See if everything's up to snuff.

[ It's a tiny hint of subversion. Sure, Kal was in an accident, but were he to be in that accident, why would his car be intact at home. Only Kal would know. Damon kept track of the inconsistencies. Including never seeing this guy before in his life, save for a sudden onslaught of, from across the room memories, mostly. ]

I haven't been back quite yet. I figured, I'd spent enough time indoors, better to walk around for a bit.

[ The name gets him a nod and, since some things are beyond memories and straight into gut reactions- ]

And I'd add that it's Kal Kent to keep to good manners, but it seems you already know me. I'll keep your offer in mind when I get home, all the same.

Actually, I know of you. Volunteer firefighter, right? What are they called anyway? Men in yellow? [ Damon tends to joke, but he's curious. He's never paid enough attention. Maybe they're the men in red? Or, are those devil cosplayers. ]

Not really 'volunteer' myself, but most of the boys are. This place is small enough it doesn't really need much of a regular force.

[ The last question gets a scratch of his ear in response. ]

You know, I don't rightly know. Maybe it's one of those things I'll get back in time.

We do have more floods than fires, here. [ But, Kal wouldn't know that. He has amnesia. And didn't just wake up here today.

Nope. ]

Probably one of your more important pieces of information. Forget pole sliding strategy, just what do we call a firefighter? Everything else okay up there besides your blank space? Long list of ex lovers? Rose garden filled with thorns? [ He'll realize this place is a nightmare dressed as a daydream. ]

We don't just deal with fires.

[ But then Damon keeps talking and there's parts of him that he doesn't even know the source of sitting up and taking notice. The man's not treating this as something odd or unfortunate. He's asking questions like it's a matter of course, like you'd ask someone on a college campus what their major is. 'What do you remember?' and why is that an important question. ]

But... it seems I remember the important things.

[ His mother's recipes. His wife's last moments with him. His friend, Bruce... is he here? He'll have to see if he can find him or find out what happened to him. And, of course- ]

Everything seems to be working all right, other than the missing pieces.

Right. Cats. In trees.

[ It's how Damon does it, sometimes. Kal's lucky he's being this helpful. Helpful's a stretch, though. He is sort of trolling the old guy. Old guy. Funny. ]

And, those missing pieces are found. Eventually. [ God, he's a broken record at this point. ] The walking helps. A lot of our memories are jogged when we're presented with someone right in front of us. Sorry we didn't know one another that well. Oh. You could jog. Socially. [ Are there jogging groups in this town? ]

Kal "Clark" Kent | Various Locations and Times | Open

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