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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-04-30 08:52 pm
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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.
oldladyleia: (3)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-03 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
Edited (wrong icon, sorry!) 2017-05-03 23:17 (UTC)
unforgivably: (oh well if that's what they're saying)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-05 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
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?
oldladyleia: (8)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-06 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, he certainly had seemed to see the script that the nurses had given her, that much was for sure, and she nodded at him. Given that he was someone who didn't seem to be pretending that this was something that was normal, Leia's suspicion levels of him were much lower than they were of the nurses behind her.

Or the sheriff's station in front of her, honestly.
]

Well enough that I expect you've got a separate story from them.
unforgivably: (listen to me. all of this. ❦ serious)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-06 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Had. Four months ago. They don't really change it up. Unpredictable's not really a thing here, outside of your sudden floods and those are weather-related, so they don't count. [ But he does add. ] Not that we didn't have more than the one. [ He does peer at the nurses beyond, watching them. He leans in. ] They're harmless.
oldladyleia: (4)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-07 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
I've found that seemingly harmless people can often be the people who actually do the most damage. [Leia wasn't sure where the notion came from, but it felt like truth, and right now Leia didn't have much to go on other than her feelings. There was something, somewhere telling her to trust her feelings, and she wasn't about to release the one solid-feeling thing that she had when everything else in her mind seemed to be more than a little like static.]

So, they haven't changed their tune in four months? Well, it certainly sounds like there are some dangerous roads 'round here.

[And of course some dangerous characters, but Leia didn't think that he was one of them. ]
unforgivably: (dot connecting with damon salvatore)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-08 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
You're very wise. [ Ain't that the truth, really. He'd been one of those 'seemingly harmless' people. ]

It sounds like it, and other than the one that flooded out, there aren't. Not -- one that's revealed itself yet. [ Does she catch-up his code? It's interesting, she reminds him a little of Sheriff Forbes. He respects her, her line of questioning, and her style. Trying to help her, he ignores an underlying sense of -- is it disappointment? Had he disappointed her in the past? Usually, what he felt rose up quickly. Obviously. But, this is more fogged over. Maybe it's because of the mundane topic of conversation. ] It's a very quiet town. [ But, he doesn't mean that either, and again hopes she sees through it. ]
oldladyleia: (3)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-09 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I've lived a very long life, [Leia countered, because while it wasn't age that had to do with what she knew, it certainly was her experiences even going back to before what she could consciously remember. Even if she didn't know it. But still, she couldn't put together why she'd known that she'd lived a very long life, other than the wrinkles on her hands, but she knew that she had. A long and storied life, if the way that she was picking up on the things that he was and wasn't saying were any indication.

It was easy to see that she had caught on with the piercing look she gave him, and a very faint incline of her head.
]

Quiet towns often have very deep community roots. [Like strings, really. That were pulled by someone.]
Edited 2017-05-09 17:33 (UTC)
unforgivably: (no it can't be)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-05-13 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
And history.

[ He'll make note of her for the future, but he does have a witch to find. ]

If you don't need anything, I'm still -- [ Her piercing look pierces him, a familiar feeling of disappointment, of not living up to expectations. ] sorry, Principal Organa. [ Or, was that Mrs. at one time. He always ran afoul of the administrators. ] A friend might've been in an accident.
oldladyleia: (4)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[History. Leia takes note of that, and she nods carefully, thinking about what kind of history this town could have. Of course Damon is kind enough to give her the first piece of it when he mentions 'Principal Organa.' No, that wasn't right, not quite, and she frowned.

Vice-Principal Organa. Yes, that was more like it.

Still she nodded, and a name came to go along with those eyes that were far older than they should be in this man's head.
]

Go look for your friend, Damon. I'm sure I'll see you around town.

[There, a Damon, but she felt certain it went along with him and who he was.]