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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.
appetitive: (and this is supposed to match)

May the 4th

[personal profile] appetitive 2017-05-14 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Since arriving in Wayward Pines, Magnus has become particularly fond of Go Ask Alice. Not only does he love the tea, but the fact that the employees were waging a silent war against the official notices that covered the town endeared Magnus greatly. He was happy to spend his money anywhere that was willing to 'stick it to the man' as some might say.

Also, it smells heavenly every time he walks in the door. He doesn't know Cassian, really, but he's been into the shop often enough to know his name at least.]
Cassian, is that spiced chai I smell brewing?
ouzel: (i breathe)

I lost this notif I am SO SORRY <3 plz forgive me

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-20 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It is in fact, good nose.

[ Cassian had been present for Magnus and Alec's conversation with Clary, and overheard...some of it. He wasn't actively trying to gather intel on them, it is just...the way he happens to be, he knows that now. For good reason, too.

So he's curious about Magnus. Plus, his husband runs a record store, that is pretty neat.
]

I have some that's already steeping if you want it?
appetitive: (Icarus is flying towards)

no problem!

[personal profile] appetitive 2017-05-25 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
If there's one thing I know, it's the heavenly scent of good tea.

[No harm, no foul. Magnus is aware that he isn't exactly the most inconspicuous person in town, so it's sort of a given that he gets noticed. At least having eyes on him is a devil he knows intimately.

Also yes his husband is 100% neat and needs friends. Just saying.]


I'd love a pot. And some conversation, if you're game. I know most people go into bars to chat with the staff, but drinking before ten o'clock is early even for me.
ouzel: (to be vulnerable)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-05-27 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Well, then. Clearly, you've come to the right place!

[ Cassian opens his hands - not quite wide, more like a mid-length shrug - but he does give Magnus a smile. ]

I'm always game to talk. [ Even more game to listen, but that's the spy talking. ] As long as you don't judge me for sticking to coffee.
appetitive: (I could scream forever)

[personal profile] appetitive 2017-06-01 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
I admit that it's one of my favorites in town. In a small place like this, I worried I'd be stuck to choosing between black and chamomile.

[Laughing, he shakes his head and relaxes against the counter.] No, I won't judge you for that. I come from New York, I've drunk enough coffee to fill the Hudson.
ouzel: (is needed most of all)

[personal profile] ouzel 2017-06-01 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff would be glad to hear it. [ Considering the man's near obsession with teas and the teashop in general.

As it is, Cassian starts going through the motions of making Magnus a pot.
]

I've never been, but I've heard interesting things.

appetitive: ((of who you want to be))

[personal profile] appetitive 2017-06-06 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
The owner, I assume. I really should meet him so I can compliment his taste in tea and music. [After all, it wasn't every day that you walked into a quaint teashop that plays Hendrix.

Watching Cassian as he busies himself with the tea, Magnus fiddles with the tiny silver spoon resting on his napkin.]
The air is heavy with cursing and smog, the alleys are lined with discarded cigarettes and hot dog wrappers, and it's one of the most beautifully human places I've ever lived. [He's smiling, even if his description doesn't seem particularly positive.] What about you? You strike me as a city boy, but I've been wrong about the locals here before.