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
tumbles in to fuck everything up ( may 4 )
miss fluffles is left home this time in case there's too much of a crowd for the tiny chick to withstand, and now with a figure that's all too familiar coming into view half a crowd away, prompto's even more glad the chocobo doesn't have to deal with being smooshed as he struggles to filter his way past the mass of human traffic. ) Gladio! Dude, wait up!
why did i think memloss was a good idea i'm just going to be perpetually sad for a while
however.
he hears the call of his name, but the voice that gives it doesn't sound at all familiar. still, he turns all the same, brows furrowing and drawing together in such a way that he couldn't possibly manage to look more perplexed than he is. he squints, and even though his gaze briefly passes over the small blond pushing his way through the crowd, it doesn't register.
sorry, kid. :< )
but pain is good so enjoy it?? also considering our discussion I guess this thread just got worse
closing the gap takes a while, especially since it's a one-sided effort, but the blond manages eventually, reaching out to grasp at a shoulder - and for a moment he forgets that they aren't in eos, that this could very well be the market in lestallum. ) Whoa, big guy - slow down, will ya?
i'm beginning to question these choices ( no i'm not )
as with everything that he should have recognized, but doesn't, there's barely a flicker in his expression as his head tilts just so to one side. he doesn't look bothered, or unfriendly — because that just isn't the way he does things — but he does look a bit damned confused. because who wouldn't be? ) Sorry — need somethin'?
( oh my god. )
be honest with urself
i'm trying
he does, at the very least, look apologetic when those words start coming out of the blond's mouth, because if he'd come to check on him — just because he'd heard about the accident, however that had happened — it means there's something he's still missing as far as piecing his memories back together goes, but a total stranger wouldn't reach out to him like this. ) Oh.
( it sounds. both confused and sorry even as the line of his mouth pulls into something of a half-smile, trying his best to be reassuring. and even more apologetic. ) Yeah, car crash. Everythin' up here got pretty scrambled. ( he taps the side of his head. ) I don't remember much at all right now, but thanks for checkin' up on me. Real nice of you. ( a bit of a pause.
never mind that someone you just went to school with wouldn't bother checking in on you after you've been in an accident, but that's neither here nor there. )
So, school huh?
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( it's probably the lack of foresight that has gladio catching him off guard when he probes further - the excuse he pulls out of his ass is paper thin and he's never been all that good at making up stories, but tapping on previous experience seems to be a good idea. just fudging a little detail here and there won't hurt, right? ) Uh huh. We didn't actually have classes together or anything 'cause uh, we're on different levels, right, but y'saved my ass one time when I got in trouble with some of the upperclassmen and I don't think we really ever got the chance to talk very much after that so it's really okay if you don't remember me, I don't mind. It's just... It's good t'see you. Er. You bein' okay, I mean.
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but it's not like he isn't going to hear the kid out. besides … it sounds enough like him, he thinks. ( again, with the thinking. he hates being confused. this sucks. ) his head cocks to the side, and he hums thoughtfully. ) Sounds like somethin' I'd do. And for what it's worth, m'sorry I don't remember. ( you, and. well. everything, basically. ) It'll come back to me, I hope. It's killin' me walkin' around here so fuzzy-headed.
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noctknocked the memories right out, huh? ( did he do that on purpose? might've. despite how evident gladio's condition is, it still doesn't really hurt to try a trigger word or two. ) M'sure it'll all come back at some point! For what it's worth, if - if there's anything you need or - um, well, really anything, let me know how I can help, okay? I owe ya one from back when you did me that really huge favour, so -- yeah...no subject
for all we wish there is at least a flicker of recognition for wordplay, there isn't much of anything except for a nod in agreement. it really did knock everything out of him that seems to mean anything at all, and. while he might not remember? there's something in the blond's expression, or his demeanor, or just damned something that makes him wish he could speed the damned process up. he feels guilty.
he does smile, though, genuine and sincere as anything. ) Y'know, most people? Might forget somethin' that happened all the way back in high school, no matter what it was. You … sure that was it?
( in other words. are you lying, prompto? HE'S NOT PRESSING, but. it was a paper-thin excuse in the first place, wasn't it? are you just being careful? )
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