( may event ) sudden recall

[officialnotice]

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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Pepper Potts, May 15th, open & closed.

[ceoinstilettos]

( closed; stark / potts household. )

[ pepper was almost out the door when the phone rang. pausing and casting a glance over her shoulder she waits for it to stop… but when it doesn’t she huffs a sigh and moves back inside to answer it. at first glance the message isn’t all that strange, but it doesn’t help that she’s barely listening since she’s got a few errands to run. when it concludes with an abrupt click she blinks, giving the receiver a long hard stare as, only then, does she wonder about how the mayor rushed and floundered through his own town wide address. ]

[ it doesn’t hit her until she’s making dinner, her hand growing still as the memories hit her like a truck. she tenses, heart rate jumping as confusion and anxiousness prompt a cold sweat. what the hell is going on, what is… what is all this! she sucks in a deep breath, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints as she tries and fails to make sense of the doctors, the room, and the results. ] Haptic… [ she starts, swallowing as her throat tightens, cutting off whatever else she might have wanted to say. ]

[ the knife in her hand trembles, her attempts to ground herself by focusing on the food unsuccessful. ] S- Stop. [ it’s but a whisper as she slams the knife down, the sound snapping her from her stupor… along with the pain of having just cut herself. dammit. dropping the knife she jerks her hand back, thumb brought to her lips to steep the blood as she sets her hand on the island to brace herself. ]

( open; around town. )

[ much of what happens following her freak out is a blur, but when she finally gets a hold of herself she realizes she’s locked herself in the bathroom. pepper breathes, hand dabbing the moisture under her eyes. ] Get a grip, Virginia. [ it doesn’t help as much as she had hoped and only serves to remind her of how helpless she had been when aldrich had captured and tortured her… and to what end!, to get back at tony and make her like him. she would never be like him, ever, no matter what he did to her. ]

[ she climbs to her feet and grabs a couple of tissues she dries the remainder of her tears. ] It’s going to be alright. Just breath. [ not as harsh as her last pep talk and, thankfully, 100% more successful. she smiles at herself in the mirror, but its tired, somewhat forced, and… good enough. ]

I need some fresh air. [ and to, more importantly, get her mind off of what just happened… but try as she might she can’t shake the feeling that there’s something else, something much worse than she could have imagined, going on right under their noses. ] But why…

[ lost in thought she rubs at the back of her neck, heading up the street with no real destination in mind. she stops in the bakery, at the school, and by town hall to try to reinstall some semblance of normalcy back into her life… but her brief soiree around town does nothing but reinforce the fact that something is wrong. even linda is somewhat courteous, keeping her snide remarks to herself as pepper browses the sweets. ]

( closed; clary’s house. )

[ abandoning hope of finding a way to turn her mood around pepper decides to check on clary. spending time with her niece should help, right? with a box of eclairs in hand she walks up the path to knock on the door. ] It’s your favorite aunt; [ haha. ] Pepper.

Logan | May 15th | Closed & Open

[adamantiums]

Closed @ home

When the phone rings, he's yelling for everybody to get moving, because the carpool is going to leave without them, and they'll have to walk to school (no it's not and no they won't). Ignoring the phone seems like a good idea until he realizes that their phone isn't the only one ringing. There are so many of them all at once that, to his sensitive hearing, it's like some kind of bizarre echo. It's not so much that he cares about answering it, especially not to toe the line. It's more that, now, he's curious.

He's not really sure what to make of the message. "What the fuck," he mutters, just as he's reaching out to return the phone to its cradle. That's when it hits him, and the phone ends up clattering to the floor as he braces himself against the table.

"Fuck," he says again, this time more of a guttural, angry denial. His memories of life before this town have been slowly coming back to him, and there still seem to be some gaps. From what he does remember, though, he suspects that those might never go away. This newest bit of information--he's not quite sure about when it goes, where to slot it away among all of the other bullshit. It serves to dredge up other memories. Similar experiences, in clinical environments, surrounded by people in lab coats. Some of them aren't terrible. He recalls one instance where he was lying on a table, but it was of his own volition, and a beautiful red-haired woman stood over him. Jean.

The clearest in his head, though, is Alkali's lab. The tank. The huge fucking needles, and the adamantium. Whatever this new piece of the puzzle is, he doesn't think it's related. What the hell does it mean? What the fuck did they do to me, this time?

A growl starts to build deep in his throat as he picks up the fallen phone and presses it to his ear again; but of course, there's nothing to be heard, now. He sets it down on the cradle, the steady calm of his action almost belying the rage he can feel starting to build. It erupts suddenly, along with his claws. He stabs the phone violently, along with the table where it's sitting. The phone is stuck on his claws now, so he flings it against the wall, where it breaks apart into pieces.

And then, just like that, he retracts his claws and yells, "Hurry up, I'll be in the van!"


Open @ school

Logan is very clearly in a bad mood. He's late to his first class in the morning, which means no time to stop for coffee in the teacher's lounge, which means bourbon flavored bourbon instead of coffee flavored bourbon will be his drink of choice for much of the morning. He's stealthy about it at least. It's in a coffee mug. It's fine. Everything is fine.

His main problem is that he's not sure where to aim his anger, and that's not really a new problem; but it does certainly make him a pain for his students and colleagues to deal with today. The fact that some of them are probably also out of sorts for the same reason might lead to hostility or to a shared commiseration. I'm an experiment. You're an experiment. Usually he's not one to talk shit out without some coaxing, but he's going to be cool with it today probably. Fuck the rules. He's kind of been feeling that sentiment more and more as the days and weeks wear on, and he recovers more of himself.

During class time, his students will probably see him carving away at a block of wood while he's not helping them with their own projects. It looks like it might turn out to be an animal. Maybe. A cat? A dog? An alpaca? Who knows. His carving tools are his own claws, though, for the most part. He doesn't hide the fact that he's different; that he's a mutant. It's never been a problem, here. If it were, he would have raised hell about it already.

He spends his prep period in the teacher's lounge, chatting to friends and colleagues, maybe discussing the mayor's weird message from earlier in the day.


Open @ other

After school, he tosses the keys to his oldest daughter and decides to walk back home, hoping that it will clear his head somewhat. He stops for dinner somewhere, and also probably definitely hits up a bar. After the day he's had, he certainly wants to drown it in something.

Open @ wildcard

If you want to meet him somewhere else or have another idea, feel free to hit me with whatever!

tony stark [ open / closed ]

[fe_male]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ﹣ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ

[ it's been a weird day. first there's been the weird message, and then everyone else seemed on edge, or over the edge, or maybe under it in particularly special cases... he doesn't know; people have never traditionally been something he ever claimed to be a strong suit, intuitive as he is about other things.

there's a particularly irritating desktop he's working on restoring - what data he's recovered so far has more or less depressed him into not actually wanting to keep working on recovering data, even though he will bc he has no actual reason not to - and as a result he's probably been paying a slightly-higher-than-average amount of attention to people who've wandered into the store. please, distract him from this specific version of boredom where he has things to do, but you're just more interesting

anyway, he's only just keyed into whatever it is you're doing. it seems... weird... ] So! How does Moses make his tea? [ great icebreaker! ]

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ﹣ ʜᴏᴍᴇ-ɪsʜ

[ it's probably an important call. it would be a shame if he missed it, right?

so tony actually answers the phone. it helps that there's no one else immediately nearby, and that he's only in his workshop when it comes in, because it's not that unusual for him to be there at really any given hour and also because the call doesn't really come in at any hour that couldn't be considered easily given anyway. he couldn't really care all that much less about civic pride, but the flooding was something that was marginally important to him, and far more-so than that, he hates being out of the loop, so hearing multiple other phones nearby in the 'burbs all ringing at the same time is really what cinches things.

the actual message itself honestly... it takes a while for him to work out what about it seemed so unusual, because it was weird, sure, he flagged that, but. it's not that weird, and it's not that long before anything comes of it, but it's long enough to have pretty much forgotten all about the message in the first place.

there's something he's working on a few hours later, and then suddenly he remembers clinical hands, the shiver of metal and the scorch of sand; the chill of stone and the heat of observation. there's pain and there's numbness, and there's a steady murmur and mumble of words he can't understand or make out either way. two memories slam in completely at once, and he drops whatever the hell it is he's holding and covers his face with his hands for a few seconds in an attempt to mitigate the sudden input. ]

Leia Organa May 15th, open

[oldladyleia]

(The school, open to students or teachers or anyone there.)
[For some reason a phone ringing is still entirely foreign to Leia's mind, so it takes her a moment to realize that's what the buzzing sound is that seems to be filling the neighborhood. More than that, there seems to be an undercurrent of fear right below her heart and she can't help but wonder where it came from. It shouldn't come from her, but somehow it did.

The politician in her listens to the speech, and she's reminded of other speeches that she'd heard elsewhere, the same halting patterns giving rise to the same sorts of thoughts that someone was making them do this. The Empire was what her brain floated towards her, but she pushed it away, along with the idea of a Senate that had hovering platforms so that everyone could speak.

But once she sets the phone down, the pain in her chest seems to explode outward and she gasps as she holds it for a moment, things flashing in her head. Everything feels wrong now, and it doesn't seem to just feel wrong for her. Waves of despair prick across her brain and a memory threatens to surface of another time when she was held prisoner and people did things to her. Leia presses that down, along with all of the other feelings that go along with it, both her own and not.

In the end, it's all she can do to head to the school and leave her door open when her office didn't have someone in it. Leia remembered it was something that she did here, and that kids could come with her when they had a problem. Today, she was expecting both kids and teachers to have a lot of problems. And helping people with their problems meant that she didn't need to think about her own.]

(Evening at the bar, open to anyone else.)
[Leia Organa doesn't often head to the bar these days. She's not someone who prefers to drink outside of her house, and the bar itself has too many memories mixed up in it that belong to her being with Han. Oh, she doesn't avoid Han's memory, but when you drink with a scoundrel like that, no one else ever seems to match up to it. Besides, it's probably not a good idea to be out drinking often when you're the Vice-Principal of the town's only school.

But tonight Leia doesn't want to go home to an empty house with nothing to keep her busy. If she doesn't keep busy she's going to need to think about things. If she needs to think about things of her own then she's going to go completely insane. So it's how she finds herself at the bar, looking at the tender and ordering:]

Scotch. Neat. And don't give me the cheap stuff, I still remember when you were in school there, kiddo.

[It was a threat, and benign one probably, made with her tongue firmly in cheek. Her hair was down tonight, but she was still open for the listening business. She was open for most anything as long as she didn't need to think about herself.]