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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-05-31 09:13 pm
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(june intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG


JUNE 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.


JUNE 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.


JUNE 5TH
GLUG GLUG'S GRAND OPENING!

Town hall is listening, and town hall has heard you loud and clear (their surveillance equipment is of the highest quality, after all). While there appears to have been some... clerical issues and red tape concerning the highest voted name, when the fifth rolls around the newly completed and lovingly anointed Glug Glug's opens its doors to the public for the official grand opening!

For an old diner, this place has undergone an amazing transformation, with a ground, second, and basement floor all open to the public and offering a wide variety of entertainment options within:

The ground floor features a long bar along one wall where one can order coffee, tea, soda, hot chocolate, whatever your little caffeinated heart desires, as well as alcoholic drinks 10% or under — provided you can show some form of ID, of course. Linda, perched at the bar with a mimosa in hand, will tell anyone who listens that she voted for Pubby McPubface, but honestly, who's listening to Linda, anyway? Pastries and small appetizers are also available at half price for the special event, and card and board games make inviting and colorful centerpieces on the tables scattered around the room (there are classics like Monopoly and the rousing game of Jenga in the corner, amongst less common fare you may not have played before, like Cards Against Humanity and Settlers of Catan).

A lounge on the second floor overlooks the ground floor and features plush couches and chairs, ambient lighting and a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere to contrast with the low buzz of activity below. A small balcony out back provides a peaceful, quiet view of some of the very pines after which our town was named.

The basement is where anyone interested will find music, dance, billiards and booze. A small stage on one end features regular local live performances, with a vast stretch of the room devoted to a dance floor and just a few private booths set into the wall around the edges. The bar down here serves the harder stuff to those that can prove they're old enough to be handling it, and one corner of the room is devoted to a billiards table and two large pinball machines.

Technically the basement level is open to all ages, but getting down there requires showing your ID and getting your hand stamped, and anyone under 16 is highly encouraged to be accompanied by an adult. And, of course, anyone caught sneaking drinks to minors will be summarily kicked out, as well as reported to Sheriff Griffith for a good talking to about, you know, civic duty and such. It's honestly not worth it, you know how he goes on.

Today is supposed to be a party after all, let's not spoil it just yet.


MOD NOTES

Welcome to our fifth 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.
sirnyxalot: (260205ffxv_58)

[personal profile] sirnyxalot 2017-06-09 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Summoning the spell is as easy as breathing, at least. The sparks dance between his fingers once more and he aims at the targets in the corner before launching it like a violent bolt across the garage.

It's pretty clear he's holding back. Practicing inside a structure like this would only be devastating if he cast at full strength to begin with, but he can feel the difference in his bones. Something about the charge in the air, the current in his veins...

For a few shining hours before he died and woke up here he had been a King, but...it seems their power has faded.

Not that it looks any different from his base level at a glance.]


It's off. I can't explain it.
sirnyxalot: (byfamira_120a)

[personal profile] sirnyxalot 2017-06-09 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's quiet for a moment, just letting his magic circulate through his veins while he watches her.]

I wouldn't worry. We've all been there. It'll come back.

[It's dangerous to talk about it in full. He can't ask her how she knows other magic users even if she did remember. He's being so careful now, in the wake of last month's disasters.]
ishisstrength: (Default)

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-09 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Justine slowly flexes her fingers as the cold seeps into her skin. It's hard to remember that she'd been burned a few seconds before. Her dark eyes watch his hands for a moment before tilting her chin up to look at Nyx.]

And what if.. .those memories are somehow wrong? [The words are only a whisper, disappearing into the chatter of the crowd. She doesn't know if he even hears her.

Vampires, the courts, games and intrigues :that is her truth. The world that's building up in her mind, those she knows and those who know her. It's beautiful, perfect almost, and because of that she can't believe that it's a life that belongs to her.]
sirnyxalot: (016)

[personal profile] sirnyxalot 2017-06-09 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not sure what she means entirely. This conversation got very Real very fast, and he doesn't want to just smother it if it helps her get some kind of grasp on the world rather than spin out of control in her own head. He can't relate, but he still remembers how lost he felt when he woke up here.

It's still hard to believe its only been a few months.

He looks her in the eyes, lowering his voice a little, and hopes he got her question right.]


Doesn't mean you can't believe in the connections they give you.
ishisstrength: (Turning away)

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-09 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Justine lowers her eyes and slips her hands away from Nyx. They were fit and a prolong exposure to cold can be just as detrimental as heat. When she spoke her voice is low and almost impossible to hear.]

I want too believe it. [She doesn't know.

Having a brother, Kaulder. Being married to Thomas. It's all so perfect, things that she knows in her heart that she's always wanted: clarity, family and love. Those are also things that she knows, somewhere rooted deeply within her soul, that she can never have. She's far to broken for such normal things.

The tension returns and Justine feels herself slipping. She reaches for her coffee cup from where Nyx had set it.]


I should go. [Somewhere... anywhere.]
sirnyxalot: (byfamira_018)

[personal profile] sirnyxalot 2017-06-09 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[He lets his spell die as she pulls away her hand, concern written in every line of his face. That sounded almost desperate. What does she remember to cause that hopeless tone? He has to lean in a little to catch the words, they're so quiet.

He refrains from grabbing her shoulder, not wanting to hurt her further, but moves just a little into her path. Not enough that she can't still get around him, but just what's necessary to give her pause.]


Look. You feel it? Then it's real. Whatever you doubt, whatever truths you learn in the next few weeks, you can believe in that. You might need it.

My name's Nyx. Just...in case. [In case of what, he's not sure. He doesn't know her, he can't talk her through this like he did Crowe. He doesn't have the same kind of solidarity he did with the people who woke up the same month as him. Hell, he's already under warning. He doesn't know if he can even talk through this in any kind of depth that mind help.

But that doesn't stop him from offering. He's serious when he says she might need the connections she makes here. They all might, if his suspicions are in any way correct.

And if they're not? Well, he's not going to judge someone for preferring this life over the one they came from. Not everyone came from a good place.]
aeturnus: (pic#11384267)

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-06-09 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it's fine. Once I woke up, I figured they'd want the bed so I just left.

[ Didn't "check himself out", he'd already been healthy enough to be discharged. Once he was awake, what was the point? ]

I wanted to see how you were doing. It feels like... a long time since we spoke? Might just be my head still being weird.
realists: (ro » content)

[personal profile] realists 2017-06-09 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wondering what a droid thinks about her is a weird thought process to be stuck in, but here we are, wondering about the emotional attachments of droids. k2 clearly loved cassian, he'd sacrificed himself so cassian (and by default jyn) could survive a little bit longer.

not long enough. ]


I'll make sure they knock first.
realists: (ro » explaining)

[personal profile] realists 2017-06-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ honestly, when he leaves jyn almost stays in the bar, but she needs the fresh air. as it is, it takes her a few minutes because she finds cassian and tells him she's taking a walk before she strides out of the bar with her contraband goods.

she glances both ways, spotting peter and following, inspecting the bottles. naturally, she stole bottles of two liquors she doesn't even like, but she can sip the tequila and peter will be stuck with the vodka she shoves at him when she catches up. ]


I think public intoxication is against the law.
ishotyouuu: (wait-- seriously?)

[personal profile] ishotyouuu 2017-06-09 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, Justine. You may not have intended any offense, but Wade's tired and confused and cranky and that makes him more likely to lash out at the slightest hint of mockery, imagined or otherwise.]

Well excuuuuuse me, princess-- some of us have priorities over listenin' to assholes with medical degrees get off on hearin' themselves talk. Besides, s'not like anyone was in the mood for exposition after the state I left that place in.

[He grows silent; contemplative.]

Feel bad about that nurse in retrospect, but hey-- the bruises should heal up pretty quickly.
royalpassport: SB (ouat0117br-1409)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-06-09 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Because you're so much larger than life? [ He tilts his head, the smirk curling at the corner of his mouth broadening into a full-blown smile. ] Hm. You do have a way of towering above mere mortals. But I can't quite put my finger on why...

[ Haha. He's so funny. And oh, that drink is pleasant, so he'll just go ahead and take another, longer sip. Alcohol + Eliot's presence is a pretty good cocktail to ease his nerves. Even if those fingers on his back are positively sending a happy shiver along his spine. One more sip, and he starts to pass the flask back. ]

Do we? [ Jefferson seems to take a moment to consider that, really evaluate the veracity of Eliot's compliment, working his lower lip between his teeth in thought. He pulls Eliot closer by the belt loop. ] You're right. We may have even outdone ourselves.

[ The light teasing, the flirting. It's Jefferson in his better moments, where he can almost reclaim the man he once was. ]
hawkguyandpizzadog: (but it's still talk)

[personal profile] hawkguyandpizzadog 2017-06-09 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[the 'lady' takes clint a second to parse, just because he's working out of context,
but then, anyone new he talks to is a little bit out of context really and after ruling out a few other options he just shrugs again and steps aside with a single hand gesture at the board, mentally slotting the word in next to the guy's (girl's? ah, whatever) face so he'd have that reference next time.
]

Only if you promise not to miss so I get a turn. [he says wryly, though it's more than obvious to him that juno has some idea of what he's doing with the way he's handling the darts.]
volitaunt: (257)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poe's focus snaps back to Cain. He's not jittery--tense, sure, but he hasn't had the jitters since he was in the academy.

Now, though, he's mad. Mad, homesick--outside of this dirtball planet that wouldn't be a question anyone had to ask. A sharp (and reckless) response is on the edge of his tongue before he remembers his promise to Jyn, his resolve to be more careful for now.

He has to remind himself it's just for now. ]


I just pointed it out, didn't I? [ There. Nice and bantha-dung neutral. ]
hawkguyandpizzadog: (i guess it's all alright)

[personal profile] hawkguyandpizzadog 2017-06-09 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[at least with deadpool not wearing the mask clint doesn't have to worry too much about not being able to read his lips. which makes figuring out what the guy is reacting to so strongly easy enough for him to parse, even if for a minute he thinks he must be reading something wrong because... oh, right.

deadpool's wearing a hospital gown and surprised about his own skin which means:
] Let me guess, you were in an accident, right? Having trouble remembering some things?
volitaunt: (052)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He's my flight partner. [ BB-8 chirps confirmation, and Poe feels a pang like a laser axe splitting a log. BB-8's his flight partner, yeah, unless he can't get these people to fix him. Unless he can't get back in the air.

Forget it. Nothing to do about it right now, and besides: POSSIBLE SPACE FRIEND. The question is how to approach the question of space without getting everyone in a five meter radius to turn them in for talking about it. Plus, she might be new, he realizes. She probably is new, which means she might not remember where she's really from even if he asked.

All in all... time to tone down the enthusiasm. Attempt to turn down the enthusiasm. It's a process.]
Haven't seen you around before.
ishisstrength: (Trapt)

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-09 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Justine pauses when Nyx moves to block her path and her eyes rise and meet his gaze. It's as if she's searching for a specific detail, something that she might have missed.

'Does he really care or is it all just a game?' A low voice echoes menacingly in her thoughts and Justine has to push it away. She knows what's wrong with her and there is only one person in this town who can help. The one person that she can't easily touch.]


Justine. [She breathes out her name as if releasing a secret from the depths of her soul. It's intimate and sweet.] Thank you.

[With that she slips around him and continues towards the door.]
volitaunt: (059 - KbdI3Sk)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Never. [ Poe appreciates it when people talk to BB-8 like he's his own entity; droid or not, the pilot thinks of BB-8 that way himself. Loyal partner, friend, as free-thinking as a droid is capable of being.

(Poe loves his droid a lot ok.)

But basically anyone who talks to BB-8 as his own person gets friendliness bonus points. ]
First time I've ever seen the game, actually. That's BB-8, by the way.

[ He comes around the table to offer Peter a hand. ] I'm Poe.
ishisstrength: (Amused.)

[personal profile] ishisstrength 2017-06-09 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Justine doesn't appeared bothered by his tone. Nothing about her attitude or stature suggests she even heard him fully. If he wishes to be upset, she isn't going to stop him.]

I don't mind the name princess. [Her voice is light.] I was lucky though. My brother picked me up from the hospital.

[She isn't going to go into the implications that carry along with her statement so she steps forward and continues.] Can I lead you there? I know the way. I can also prevent any more bruises to those who tempt your anger. [Justine finds it's easier to get what you want by talking with people.]
volitaunt: (025 - ddX3J9J)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've never played it either." Decision made, though not consciously. It's easy enough to adopt someone else. He's got Alex already, considers Rey to be under his protection even if she's also part of the Resistance. This girl, alone in a bar in a town like Wayward Pines, naturally falls into the category of protectee. "Want to try when they're done?"

BB-8 rolls out from underneath the table and beeps at Laura, which is good. Kids usually respond well to BB-8. "That's my friend, BB-8. I'm Poe."
unweaving: <user name=ponponpon> (when I'm good I'm very good)

[personal profile] unweaving 2017-06-09 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Sharing a secret isn't too far off what's happening and she mimics his movement, leaning closer in kind. The fair thing to do would be to warn him that they're being watched, but with so many people around that'd probably earn her another visit from the Sheriff. But he's interested, and that's a good start.

"Don't go blaming driving instructors, now. I crashed an aircraft. Friend of mine crashed at the same time. Two different accidents. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those details we don't have."
volitaunt: (208)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe grins at her. It's been fascinating to watch the game as she slowly started to shoot rings around her opponent, and Poe can't help being impressed. Both with her skill, and with the smoothness of the con.

He's not, unlike Kenzi's mark, an idiot. (The guy might be perfectly intelligent, but Poe never underestimates a woman, particularly not one who looks as non-threatening as Kenzi.)

"He's under the table."

BB-8 rolls out next to Kenzi's foot and beeps a greeting.
Edited 2017-06-09 20:21 (UTC)
volitaunt: (041)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ SHE is so cute. Poe laughs, as taken by her enthusiasm as she seems to be by the droid. ] He's my partner. His name is BB-8.

[ The droid chirps an affirmative and a greeting, rolling forward slightly to get a better look at Iris. ] He says hello.
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[personal profile] cacoethical 2017-06-09 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Dirk understands -- or he's making a show of understanding, anyway, nodding solemnly. It seems rather odd to him. Who, for one, doesn't want it talked about? Why, for that matter, present such a seemingly clear dichotomy and then... what? Place a moratorium on discussing it? It's almost as though they want people to do the opposite. (They? They who?)

There're easier ways of keeping people from doing things. Where that thought comes from, Dirk isn't quite sure, but it troubles him, so he moves on to simply getting the message -- pointedly not saying any more about puzzles.

"Okay is a bit strong. Generally I prefer my conversational partners to be real." Probably? It feels odd making such sweeping, general statements when he remembers so little with any clarity. "It's just that I also think overlooking any insight into my own subconscious would be inadvisable. Everything is connected."

Does he know what that means? No. Well, sort of. Not in any way he can put to words right now, anyway. But it's one of the few things he does remember, so it must be true.

"So! I'm choosing to take that as a compliment, so thank you." Said pointedly: thank you for both the advice and the... compliment. He beams, and extends a hand to shake. "I'm Dirk Gently, by the way."
Edited (indecision and forgetfulness) 2017-06-09 20:30 (UTC)
alizes: (They regard me with pride)

[personal profile] alizes 2017-06-09 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She knew her face was familiar, at least a little bit. But it isn’t until the woman actually uses her name, until she recognizes the tone in it that the memories kinda click into place. Not fully, it’s still a little bit too much like walking through fog and not being able to see where she’s going. But at least she knows she’s family.

Her aunt. She grins to herself as she pulls some hair behind her ear, kind of bouncing in excitement at having recognized someone. ...Kinda. She happily takes the seat next to her.]


Hey! No, not really. Still kinda… figuring everything out after the accent. I could visit you and… [She tries to not make the pause that follows as she tries to remember her uncle’s name too obvious. She doesn't quite succeed.] ...uncle Thomas some time?
alizes: (that while I was away)

[personal profile] alizes 2017-06-09 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you, Aranea.

[Iris grins, completely unaware of how her wording has amused the woman in front of her. She’s just excited to talk to a woman that looks so strong and sure of herself- and maybe just making some acquaintances in this town. She’s supposed to know people in here, she’s supposed to have an entire life waiting for her, and yet… it all just feels wrong. Or maybe not wrong, maybe it just doesn’t seem to fit like it’s supposed to.

Her smile falls a little bit when Aranea mentions the accident, but she forces herself to keep the optimistic attitude going.]


Yeah, I was. I was in some sort of accident. How did you know?
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