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.
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INTRODUCTION LOG
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But that’s the thing, it’s not exactly unfamiliar. She knows, logically that she doesn’t recognize that voice. But something on the back of her mind seems to not be aware of that. It’s the same part of her that all but jumps in joy when she hears him because she’s finally found someone he’s familiar with. Even though he… technically isn’t?
It’s frankly disorienting.]
You’re not. Gladdy, that is. He’s... my brother. [There’s many things she isn’t sure of, but she’s definitely sure of that.] They told me this was my house so I thought… I thought he’d be here.
But, uhm. Hi?
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[ He just smiles, stays where he is alongside the open counter and motions for her to sit down or make herself comfortable if she wants to. He isn't going to make her stand around all awkward. That doesn't feel right at all. ]
Hi. I guess we... live together. Far as I can tell, your room was on your left when you came in. I'm over there. [ He points in the opposite direction to a door at the back of the open floorplan. ] Like I said, though, my name's Roman.
Hopefully I'm not coming across as some huge random creepazoid.
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No, it’s fine. It’s… not your fault.
[She thinks that someone, at some point taught her how to take care of herself so she still decides to be careful in the house. At least at first, while she figures out exactly what is going on.]
I’m Iris. I’d say nice to meet you but I… don’t think that’s right?
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No, I don't think so either. You—feel something, right? It's not just me?
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But I don't remember? Not... not fully, anyway. I just get this feeling. [She bites her lower lip, unsure on how to continue. It's a relief, of course that she isn't the only one feeling that pull, that sense of familiarity with him. She's trying very hard to stay on edge, to look for exit routes and possible weapons just in case because one of the things she remembers, one of the things she knows for sure is that she's been trained to protect herself. It's what she does.
And yet she doesn't feel in danger. She knows she's safe, in here. She's safe with him.]
I think you're like... family, to me.
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Yeah. I think I'm—
[ This time the pause is borne of a different realization. She doesn't remember him and he only knows their relation more than remembers the events of it, but he's only as physically old as her brother—his son, and boy does he need to make a call once this is settled—and without the context, that's not normal at all. So, start with the facts and see if she makes sense of them. ]
I'm... older than I look. And this feeling we have, being family... I'm your father. That feels right.
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And she doesn’t seem to be the only one, if the way the man in front of her is reacting is anything to go by. She reaches for his hand, just squeezing it gently to try to find some kind of reassurance in each other.]
My father. [She tests the words out. And yes, they fit. This is her father. The more she thinks about it the more she’s sure of it- and yet. It’s like a puzzle piece that fits where it’s supposed to fit, and yet the colors seem all wrong.] Yes. I… I think you’re right.
But I remember something bad happened to my father. Are you alright?
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I'm fine. I don't... I don't remember anything specific like that, except... I bounce back really quick. [ He motions to himself. ] See? Not even a scratch on me after some kind of accident. Whatever it is you're thinking about, I'm fine now. I promise.
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But I have a brother, right? I remember him. I remember Gladio. [And she remembers... that he's basically the same age as her father in front of him?]
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At least he can confirm this one. ]
Yes, your older brother. He lives in town... I'll call him soon, let him know what's happened. Right now, I'm concerned about you, Iris. Are you okay?
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I feel fine. Just a little disoriented, and it’s hard to remember some things. They said I was in some sort of accident, but I don’t remember it at all?
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They told me the same, and I don't remember much, either. We're already remembering important things, though, so we should be fine. Just—you're not hurt? From that accident?
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I don’t think I am, no. Nothing hurts? [She looks down at herself.] I feel fine. Just very confused.
I’m sorry if I worried you. I’d have called if I… remembered our phone number.
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That's fine, I get that. I'm just glad you're all right. And that we both got directed here. [ Now if only they'd told him there was more of his family in the hospital before they more or less brushed him off to find his way to the Sheriff's. That would have been swell. ] Now we're here, and we're both okay.
[ He gives her hand one last squeeze before letting go and standing up. ]
You hungry?
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A little bit. Maybe I... can help you cook?
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I was just chopping the vegetables. Do you think that's something you remember to do? I can season the meat. Or... [ He makes another motion. The kitchen is her oyster if she wishes. ]
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She remembers, slowly but surely, the love that she’d felt in this house.]
I can do that, yeah. I think I’ll enjoy doing something with my hands.
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He moves to pick up the knife he had been using and holds it out to her, handle first. It's a little thing, wanting to give it to her rather than make her pick it up by herself. ]
That's the same thought I had when I'd gotten home. Might as well do something instead of just wait around.
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Far too slowly for Iris's tastes.]
I don't remember much, but I know waiting around isn't my style. What should I cut? [A beat.] And is... is Gladio coming?
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Let me go call him before I get started. You good?
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[She offers him a smile as she begins cutting the vegetables. It’s clear she’s still a little rattled, it was kind of a weird experience and it’s obviously still not done since she’s still figuring out all her memories. But she has a doting father that’s taking care of her, a family to come back to. So it could be worse.]
Thank you, dad.
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Not a problem, sunshine.
[ Then he disengages and wanders off to locate the phone in this house. Where would he have installed a phone??? ]