officialnotice: (welcome.)
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.
00nothing: (well i'm well)

[personal profile] 00nothing 2017-05-11 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
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.
oldladyleia: (3)

[personal profile] oldladyleia 2017-05-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leia notes the wistful tone for what it is, and she nods carefully to it. The town did pull together, for things like this. However, it would be much less sinister if there weren't the signs on the windows and all of the notes not to think about their former lives. People really didn't have a choice when it came to pulling together, and Leia Organa was someone who didn't believe in people not having choices after how she had lived so far.

Still, she's always got a nose for someone who stuck their noses into trouble, especially when it came to things like the nurses and those accidents that everyone seemed to have. 'Accidents' of course, where people either were injured like Alex was, or injured like she was where it was something as simple and small as a memory. People who stuck their noses into trouble were useful, especially if they kept doing it.

Especially if they all had a reason to do it.

Leia Organa was already thinking like a general, and she wasn't even quite aware of it.
] Well, if you ever do find yourself getting into trouble, Alex, I hope you know that you can trust me if you need help.

[Her eyes bore into his at that, before they subtly shifted in the generalized direction of the cameras.]
00nothing: (they say it's genetic)

[personal profile] 00nothing 2017-06-04 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[alex had never really needed a reason to stick his nose into things, he can figure at least that much about himself from the fractures and dark spots in his memory right now. he hadn't even had a reason to be suspicious at the hospital to start poking and peering into every nook and cranny of the place, just boredom.

unfortunately, that boredom quickly gave way to. not suspicion, that wasn't the right word,
he still didn't have enough for a word so strong just yet but. unease. what he had discovered in his exploration of the hospital had left him uneasy.

some of that unease manages to filter onto his face, in a slight tightening around his eyes and mouth, but alex doesn't quite let the smile drop because he. he doesn't know why. admitting to the feeling will make it stronger somehow? will legitimize it in some way he isn't quite prepared to handle just yet?
]

Yes Ma'am, thank you. [alex answer softly, stifling the small, instinctive flinch that comes over him when the principal meets his eyes like that. there's something uncomfortably familiar in the way she's looking at him right now, though for the life of him he can't place where. isn't sure if he even wants to.]