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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date,
location, and
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Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.
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INTRODUCTION LOG
four
She spots someone moving to avoid it and the, oh pretty hot, guy that. Talks to it? Approaching him needs to happen, obviously.
Walking smoothly up beside him, "Hey." A lingering look down his form, meeting his eyes with a soft smile that turns into a little grin. "Do you always speak in full sentences to objects that can't answer back?" Playful! It's not a very polite comment but it's a valid question, at least to her.
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"That's rude." He looks up at Katherine, his hooked smile saying that yes, he noticed that once-over. "He can answer back. His name's Beebee-Ate, he speaks compressed binary, and apparently so do I."
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It's as if he's speaking to the orb again, but she smiles regardless of whatever she may think about this guy's sanity. More brow lifting. "It has a name? Binary? That's what...computers use, isn't it? Computer...code, or whatever." She's mindful of the world and its advances, technology and many other areas, but she's flippant about it because as long as her gadgets work (sadly, none of the ones from home exist there), she's fine. Don't question how the cellphones operate, just that they do. Her head tilts. "Well, what's your name, owner," and a head tilt the other way, "companion? Of BB-8?"
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He offers her a hand, glancing down over her in mirror of her own appraisal. He's nowhere near comfortable enough with himself yet to do more than flirt, but it's a good distraction. It's a way to keep people at a distance for now without being unfriendly. It's a way to avoid thinking about what he does remember.
"You are?"
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Hand shaking has never been her thing, but she makes it one of hers given that it's customary enough in human culture and greeting. A firm, confident shake.
"Poe." She repeats the name, peering up as if she's mulling it over. "I'm Katherine [ the shortest of pauses ] Salvatore. It's a pleasure." She looks down to BB-8. "What is...he? A...robot?" Don't you make any sounds of disapproval at her word usage, bitty droid! She could kick you clear away from them...if she wanted to. "It has artificial intelligence?" She's somewhat aware of science fiction stories!
It's not every day that Katherine Pierce actually cares about matters that might otherwise be trivial, but it's a weird looking and acting little machine. Responsive and all, as BB-8 is!
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Poe is pretty. Pretty nerdy.
BB-8 makes a noise a little like an autotuned bird, and it's easy to tell that he's preening.
The pilot is just glad he can speak with more authority on the internal workings of BB-8 than he apparently can about the starfighters he flies for a living.
It doesn't occur to him that talking about BB-8 might count as talking about life before.
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"Is he always this cute?" That smile holds, brightening when she speaks. "And, wow, those are -- that's...a lot of words that I've never actually heard before?" Her mouth purses to the side. "Do any of them have anything to do with what you remember doing here, in town, Poe?"
He's just so endearing. Excitable at, whatever the hell he's talking about. Machinery? Technology? Katherine sure don't know, yo. Yet, she tries to gently turn the conversation around to the present, or, what he knows of in town. Seems safer that way, in public.
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"I don't remember much," he says, which is at least true. "Some big accident. I'm told I'm new here anyway--visited before, never stayed. Former Navy."
There. Truth. He forces a smile when he looks at BB-8. "And yeah, he's always that cute."
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"Was he in the accident too? Or -- safe at home when, you, well." The corners of her lips purse to the side, expression turning appropriately despondent for a moment. Sympathy, or empathy in this case since she was in an 'accident' too, is for the best.
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This is going to get old, or give him a headache, or probably both.
"Protecting the air, actually. Navy pilot." Still the truth. He looks around, taking in the open market feel of the place again. "And I have to say, I don't mind them."
BB-8 chirrups at her question, and Poe kneels to pat him. "Not that he remembers, and he would. He was at the sheriff's office waiting for me, though." He glances up. "I've heard accidents are pretty common around here."