pineslog | ( may event ) sudden recall

EVENT: SUDDEN RECALL

On the day of the fifteenth, as the sun finally begins to break through the clouds that have been hanging over the town for weeks, the incessant ringing of your house phone similarly pierces the stillness, and refuses to cease until you answer it. You're free to leave your house and simply ignore it, of course, but judging by the distant sounds of ringing coming from all of the other houses on your street as well, it's probably an important call. It would really be a shame if you missed it.

... or it could just be an update from the mayor on the town's current state of post-flood recovery. But maybe that is important to you. Civic pride is important, after all, you'd never catch Linda missing an address from the mayor. Even one as strange as this one.

The voice on the other line isn't as polished or eloquent as you'd expect from someone in such a high position of authority, sounding rather dazed and distracted instead, with meandering sentences, abrupt stops, and sudden topic shifts. The information's all there, certainly, if you can parse through the mess, but something about the delivery itself is troubling, something that lingers in the back of your mind like a shadow throughout the day.

Maybe it happens the moment you hang up the phone, or perhaps a few hours later as you're gossiping with a neighbor about whether or not the mayor has a drinking problem, but at some point during the day you're suddenly struck, sent nearly reeling by a vision, a... memory? The chill of metal against your bare back, a bustle of men and women around you, like a churning tide of movement. Their voices a steady drone of clipped conversation around you, but the words themselves are indecipherable. It doesn't seem to slot neatly into your misty memories of Wayward Pines, but then, it doesn't feel anything like that troubling other that's been steadily building and growing in your mind since that fateful day you woke up in the hospital not so long ago.

And yet it feels real all the same.

Over the next few days, it quickly becomes clear that you aren't the only one feeling... off. All over town the people of Wayward Pines are acting strange, distracted, wary. Even Linda fails to make any of her weirdly competitive passive aggressive comments when you see her at the bakery. So that's one good thing to come of all this, at least.

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[Clary forces a smile on her lips. She really is happy to see her aunt but her thoughts are jumbled and disjointed. Unlike Pepper she has issues hiding her true feelings.] I always try and stay out of trouble. [Which is mostly true.]

What did you bring anyway?

[She looks at the box curiously opening it before pausing and looking at the sketchbook that is now in her aunts hands. Panic flashes in her eyes.] Ah, yeah. Just a dream or something. I just had to draw it. It's nothing. Don't worry about it.

[It's obvious by Clary's tone that she's trying not to worry about it and failing.]

[ she believes she tries, but whether or not she manages to actually stay out of trouble is another story entirely. ]

I brought eclairs. [ she chose them at random, since she had just kind of wandered into the bakery while stuck in a daze. ] I hope they’re alright. [ she doesn’t remember her favorite dessert, but she’ll learn or relearn… right now she’s not even sure. ]

… [ the sketch, itself, is troubling, but how she reacted to her looking at it was definitely cause for concern. ] Just a dream… [ she trails off, studying it, because it looks vaguely similar to the room she recently remembered. ] Can you tell me about this dream of yours?

Perfect. [Clary is happy for the desert. What says distraction better than sugar? She pushes open the box and grabs one before placing the rest of them on the coffee table. She nibbles at the end of the desert, trying to make it last as long as humanly possible.]

It's... a nightmare. Not worth... talking about. [It sounds like a lame excuse. It might have sounded better if Clary could have gotten through the sentence without pausing.]

I don't know. I've been freaked out about it but I don't want to talk about it. It's just a dream... right?

[ with clary distracted by the desserts she takes another couple of minutes to study the drawing. it reminds her of what she saw, which is eerie, because how would clary know what she saw. but, then again, she could be looking a little too into this. ]

… [ she sets it down, however, when clary tries to dissuade her from doing a little digging. she doesn’t seem sure too herself though. ] I… don’t know. [ she takes a seat and, leaning forward, turns it towards her. ] Because how often do people have the same or similar dreams.

[Clary took a seat as well, licking the sticky sweetness from her fingers. The eclair had been a really nice distraction but it had been a short term one. Her attention was pulled back to the image that she'd drawn.

It continued to unsettle her.]

Honestly? [She looked at her aunt with an odd mixture of emotions.] I don't know. I don't think so.

[Clary really wants to believe that everything is normal.] I mean, I've been having a lot of strange dreams lately and I don't know why but it keeps feeling like it's more than just a dream.

I didn’t think so either, but… [ she swallows, mouth going dry as she tries and fails to tell clary about her own ‘dream’. ] I had the same one… similar. [ she amends, since she had been alone… the doctors bustling around her as they performed their tests. shuddering she averted her eyes, hand gripping the arm of the couch. ] It’s not a dream, or at least I don’t think it is. [ it feels too real. ] If you don’t want to talk about I won’t make you, but… [ she’s curious. very curious. something’s not quite right in wayward. ]

[A chill creeps down Clary's spine and wraps around her core. It feels as if her stomach has dropped out of her and she now regrets eating that eclair. Her tongue drags awkwardly over her lips. She wishes she had water.]

If it is real. What then? We are't safe here? Anywhere? What about my mom? [Clary tries not to sound frantic but she can't help it. She looks up at Pepper with a worried expression.]

Can we even do anything about it?

I… I don’t know. [ she breaths deep, a pause following because she’s got to choose her words carefully. ] But what’s done is done, and now that we know we can do our best to avoid and prevent it from happening again. [ she scoots closer to clary, reaching for her hand, so she can take it in her own. ] It’s going to be alright. [ she’s going to do her best to keep clary safe in her mother’s absence. ] I’m sure your mom’s fine. [ she pulls her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. ]

[Clary nods her head but it's just an automatic reaction. Can they really do anything? She signs heavily before turning to look at her Aunt. The touch is comforting and she's happy to have someone like Pep in her life.]

Thanks. I wish I could believe that too.

[Frankly, she can't.]

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