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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INTRODUCTION LOG
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Face naturally closer to Elena's, to keep this as between them as possible, her voice lowered to a whisper, intensely holding eye contact. "He told you. How watched. We are." Through gritted teeth. "I -- I don't know why this is happening to us," because cosmic jokes exist even there in Wayward Pines? "and we just now recalled because of...that's just how some of our memories work here," very firmly stated, "but this is how it is. You can tell him, them, Stefan, Damon, or I can. But." She shifted away, fingers squeezing gently before her hand slid off and back to her side. Looking into that face with a steady hold of confusion, fear mingling in, Katherine couldn't help but feel like she was looking into a warped mirror. Which, had happened before, since they're doppelgangers and all. But, there? She remembered what it was like to have only a few memories at her disposal. She refused to call what she felt empathy, but something spurred her toward kindnesses she'd never extend to Elena under normal circumstances. A glance away, derision written on her face before she looked back to Elena, tone still serious. "People will know. They'll treat us like this is how it's always been."
"So. We will too." She didn't appear too happy about that, lips pressing together, out, long exhale as she looked over Elena again. "My younger sister. Wow. That's appropriate." This town.
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She tried to hold herself straighter, to not let it show that she was upset by what was happening, and just nodded, knowing that if she tried to address anything her sister -- no, just Katherine -- had said, she'd end up crying and that was not what she wanted or needed in that moment. So instead she swallowed thickly and somehow managed to say around the tightness in her throat, "I should get back out to Caroline."
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Funny, funny story: that wasn't who Katherine wanted to be. She wanted to get away from Klaus. Make sure he was killed. So that she could rest, finally, and live her damn life. The other Mikaelsons be damned -- someone would probably let them out, eventually. Moreover, so that Stefan could find his place in the world, complete with humanity and perhaps off those Ripper binges forever.
Katherine was selfish. Evil, sometimes. A survivalist to the extreme. She was a survivor. And this? Starting Elena's time off in the shitty town, as Stefan's wife, her sister, Damon's sister-in-law (and who the hell knew how often the two of them would sneak away once Elena got a surge of memories back)? "This is no way to rekindle a family, Elena," and her voice softened. It did. Because, Katherine, she had a heart. A heart led by selfish action.
Both hands flew up to rest on Elena's shoulders, making eye contact with her and committing a deed that would never leave the room. "Relax. Don't be scared. And don't tell anyone that this happened. Your sister here loves you, Elena. She would do anything to make sure that you're not unhappy." Fuck. These. Feelings. "Me, Katherine, and you? We're friends. And I'm not mad at you." She stopped the compulsion then, letting Elena react, move, hands remaining. Her expression shifted to a softer one, taking true effort. "We're sisters, the best of friends. Okay?
"I know it's hard. To try and to fail at remembering everything. The same thing happened to me. And if you need to go to Caroline." ... "That's okay. You're...allowed to feel what you feel, Elena." A little hypocritical, but the damage control had been a necessity.
Surviving in this family, being sure that she wasn't the reason that Elena fell apart at the seams from something that she directly did? It took a selfish moment, but Katherine would never regret it. For truces needed to continue, and amid that were the pangs of a bond she couldn't deny was rising up at the forefront of her heart. The idea of seeing her younger sister cry was soul-wrenching, cutting deeper than the idea of losing a shaky alliance.
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The compulsion slipped away and Elena blinked at her sister, listening carefully because she knew Katherine really did care. They were best friends and she understood. She didn't know if Damon and Stefan would, but so long as her sister did, then she'd be able to do what she needed to and not feel quite as guilty about it.
It was in that moment that Elena moved forward, wanting to wrap her sister up in a hug and whisper her thanks, to hold on tight for just a moment before she went back out there into a room full of people she didn't recognize but who kept saying hello and asking how her husband was. She just needed a hug from her sister and she could handle everything just fine.