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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[He's never seen one while he's been here, but the definition comes to him. Something he's experienced multiple times with Jack. Nyx grins and chuckles as he remembers the absolute utter failure of his one and only baking attempt. It's a good memory among the normal string he's 'blessed' with.]
Cassian here's my pastry dealer. [He buys way too many of them these days. And it hardly covers just why he'd trust him to bring her to right now rather than just fixing up something at home. He couldn't explain it if asked, either.] He's been reliable since I met him. [Which could be either the day he woke up in the hospital...or years back when he was still active, depending on which life you looked at.]
Cass, I've known Crowe for years. [It's true in both lifetimes, but only one was particularly important now.] She just got out of the hospital.
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At being called a 'pastry dealer' Cassian gives a small smile, puts his hands up. ] I've been called worse for doing much shadier things, that's for certain.
Welcome to Wayward Pines. I'd say I'm sorry you're here, but... [ A shrug. He had nothing to do with it. ] Would you like something to eat? Coffee, tea? There's a lot, and not just baked goods...there's sandwiches, and salads, and I've the makings of enchiladas stored in the fridge if you're looking for something more solid.
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D-- [ Does everyone here come from the hospital? But, no, Crowe. Surveillance. She swallows, shakes her head. ] Don't go that far outta your way. Sandwich'll be nice. [ That's still difficult, but Nyx brought her here for food, and that's being offered. Hells, Nyx didn't even have to ask Cassian about it. ] And coffee.
[ Yeah. Who's going to turn that one down? Not Crowe.
Then she glances at Nyx's face, the scars still very new, though not ugly to her eyes, and looks at her own feet. ]
Could be worse. [ Oh, so quiet. ]
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I owe you. Anything I can help with while we're here? [He might not be able to cook, but he can follow orders well enough.]
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Sandwich it is. [ They're the makings of tea sandwiches, granted, but they're not too flimsy, and he can always just combine ingredients for something solid.
Cassian turns away from the two of them to gather what's needed out of the fridge. ]
Can you get plates and mugs from that cabinet with the blue knobs for me? I might beg for help with dishes, actually, but that can be after food.
[ Crowe looks at Nyx's scars and hedges around the idea of wanting food and Cassian still hasn't asked Nyx about the betrayal he'd mentioned over the phone. He's not sure now is a good time, anyway. ]
How do you take your coffee? [ To Crowe, since he knows the answer for Nyx. ]
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[ No time for sugar or milk, sometimes, so she just ended up getting used to drinking it black. Not that she can't drink it any which way.
And she's going to take Nyx's cues about how to move around the space, letting him be the one who takes things out of the cupboard and taking them from him to set on the table. ]
Think we can handle dishes. You seem to be already pretty busy as it is.
[ She's definitely still uncomfortable. And, yes, her eyes sometimes still linger on Nyx's scars, but that's because they mean bad things, and it's.
Complicated. ]
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He hands them off to Crowe and lingers over near the counter, studying the work Cassian's been doing. Could he steal a cookie and get away with it? That would probably be immoral. He could just wait and buy them later.
But then they wouldn't be fresh...]
So be honest: just how much of this thing are you supplying?
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More than five though and he has to bake a new half dozen to stay on track.
Cassian catches Nyx lingering as he starts to pour their coffees. ] Eat the ones on the green tray first. [ Those are the mistakes, slightly misshapen but still good. ]
Uh. I don't know how many people are supposed to be there, so probably less than a quarter. [ Probably. By a little bit, anyway. ]
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Shit.)
She's just going to focus on the plates, and also on Cassian and Nyx. And be quiet. And yes, she did notice the way Nyx didn't hesitate, there.
After a moment, she braves, ] does that mean that you're baking what you're going to be selling, as well as what other people are going to be selling?
[ The whole thing doesn't make sense to her yet, so it's just a stab in the dark. ]
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There's a pleased note, however, that nothing has exploded yet. Something in his relaxed smile is real in a way he'd struggled with since he woke up. Crowe is one of his and she's here and alive. She might not be okay yet, but she will be. He's certain.
In the meantime, however, he's going to shove the other half of the cookie in after the first and decidedly not think about how Ibaraki's influence is rubbing off on him. She's going to want some of these. He can feel it.]
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Small-town culture. It's strange.
You can try whatever, really, out of the sweets. The green trays are just a little misshapen. [ Cassian makes it a point to make eye contact with Crowe. ] Let me know what you like? [ There's a table back here; more like a ginormous preparation/cutting board you can also eat on, but either way, Cassian rummages some fabric placemats from a drawer and sets three places. It'll be good to take a break. ]
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A long moment, as she tries to process what, exactly, is so shocking, other than her getting permission where Nyx was asked to limit himself (and that alone is no small thing), then she ducks her head. ]
Oh, no, if you've spent hours upon hours of making these, I'm not ruining your work.
[ And she reaches for a chocolate chip cookie from the green tray, biting into it so she doesn't have to look for more words. Because words are not coming right, right now.
And her eyebrows shoot up. ]
Thiff iff good...
[ Okay, maybe she shouldn't be surprised because, obviously, he's selling these and they have to be good, but still. (She's also pretty damn hungry.) ]
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There's been a surprising amount of nostalgia to balance out the suspicion and paranoia.
He moves to sit next to her, not even pretending to hide how smug he is. He didn't even make them, but he can have pride in Cassian's work, can't he?]
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He recognizes responses to food scarcity when he sees them.
Speaking of plates, Cassian gets the food together so they can at least start eating. There's mixed greens and the makings of sandwiches (though when Cassian is working he usually ignores the bread in favor of just going for meat and vegetables), and he pulls all this together while also fondly rolling his eyes in Nyx's direction for his cat that ate the canary look. ]
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[ --what I'm used to people saying, about food that they sell, but Crowe swallows it down, because it's shaky and vague, and the one bite she took made her stomach almost twist, anyway, so she frowns and reaches for something that doesn't look crumb-y or chocolaty - pretzel? - and bites into it more seriously. Anything that she says may be heard by ears not of her choosing... ]
Thanks. [ Beat, and she looks sideways at Nyx. ] He's always like that, isn't he. [ Or else Nyx wouldn't have brought her here in the first place.
Another bite, and then she looks up at Cassian again. ]
So, other than dishes, what d'you take help with, then?
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I can say with confidence that he can be very persuasive when he wants to be. We're fortunate he channels his power for good. [Someone's going to punch Nyx one day and he's going to deserve it.
Borrowing another lumpy cookie rather than waiting for the actual food (Ibaraki has him craving sweets, he swears). He hadn't realized how hungry he'd gotten. Wasn't quite sure how long its been since he ate. Lunch?
So he got distracted. Sue him.]